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so exotic and alluring, and nude. Her gaze drifted down over the red sheets. They hid nothing, clinging to the ridges of his stomach and his slender hips, and thick muscular thighs, as though they knew her innermost desires and her fierce need to see him in all his glory.
    Varya snuck forwards and onto the bed beside him.
    He stirred, smacking his lips together and raising his right arm above his head. It slapped down onto the crimson pillow and he sighed.
    She knelt close to him, cocking her head to one side as she drank her fill of his dark beauty. She could spend hours just watching him but that wasn’t why she had come. She wanted another taste. She wanted to see if he could truly resist her or whether she had lost control of him through some fault of her own.
    First, there was another need that she had to fulfil.
    The need to see him naked.
    Varya raised her hand above him, holding it suspended a few inches away from his body, and willed the covers to follow it and slide down his bare body. The red satin slowly glided over his chest, revealing the hard slabs of his pectorals and his small nipples to her eyes, and then over the delicious ridges of his stomach. Even at rest, they were pronounced, clearly defined and screaming at her to lick them. That would be foolish. He would wake if she indulged such a desire.
    She drew her hand down and the covers followed, flowing over the erotic dip of his navel and the V that told her gaze to keep going. She swept her tongue over her lips, every muscle tightening in anticipation. A dark thread of curls spread downwards over golden skin. Almost there. Her breath hitched in her throat. Excitement bubbled through her, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever. Almost. Her eyes darted forwards, too eager to wait for her hand to reach his groin.
    Andreu grumbled and yanked the silk sheets back up before she could catch even a glimpse, covering all of his body and stealing it from her hungry eyes.
    Varya pouted.
    She brought her hand back up to the start of the covers and focused again, her hand hovering above his body. She willed the covers to follow and moved her hand.
    This time she had barely reached his navel before he grunted and dragged the sheets back up.
    Gods curse him. He was infuriating even in sleep.
    Varya huffed quietly and held her hand over his crotch. If he wouldn’t let her see him naked, he could damn well let her see him hard. She stared at the bulge under the covers, bit her lip and focused her will on him. It stirred, slowly tenting the red material, and Varya’s eyes gradually widened. Gods. She wanted to touch that rigid length and feel his heat.
    Andreu groaned and frowned.
    A light sleeper?
    Varya licked her lips again. She didn’t care. She wanted to see him nude and hard.
    She shifted her hand back to the start of the covers.
    His hands shot to hers, fingers locking tightly around both of her wrists, and he dragged her over him, so her stomach pressed against his side. Had he been pretending to sleep all this time so he could capture her? Varya struggled, panic kicking in, and tried to escape by teleporting. Nothing happened. Her eyes shot wide and she tried again. Nothing. An icy chill tumbled down her spine and then fierce heat prickled her skin. By the gods, what was wrong? Her heart pounded. Gaze sought a charm or a spell marking somewhere in the room. Something was stopping her from escaping. It had to be a spell.
    Nothing.
    She tried to twist her wrists free of his grip and then stilled, her gaze settling on his hands. Gods. He was holding her here. How?
    “Let me go,” she whispered and rotated her wrists again, ignoring how they burned as her skin rubbed against his and her flesh twisted.
    His deep blue eyes slowly opened and fixed on her.
    Varya hissed at him.
    He didn’t let her go.
    “What are you?” His gravelly voice betrayed that he had really been asleep. He had sensed her presence then. She had made countless men feel