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back to the knife and he knew he was losing her.
    “Eating real food is a banquet of sensual delight.” He inhaled the aroma of the peach with as much gusto as he’d inhaled the bouquet of her musk. After being denied food for centuries, he reveled in the sensual tastes and textures of real food. The bright colors pleased him after years of darkness. He shoved away the memory of that grim prison. He would not go back there. But this was about her, not him.
    Vetis held one of the halves to her perfect lips. “Eat,” he whispered, “and imagine that I am nibbling on your own delectable peach.”
    “What?”
    “I am particularly fond of peaches.”
    Her tongue ventured out to twirl around the sweet center of the fruit tentatively. And Gods, he could imagine that tongue curled around his balls just as sweetly.
    “I am going to eat you up like this peach,” he growled. “Eat.”
    As she took a small bite, he squeezed the fruit just slightly. Nectar ran down her chin and traced a path down her naked body.
    The juice trickled along the valley between her breasts, a small pool gathered in her belly button, stalling there.
    She hummed low in her throat and took another bite.
    Vetis squeezed the peach again. The liquid trailed inexorably toward her clitoris. His mouth dried as the sweet juice dribbled toward his prize and he knew exact moment the juice found its pearl.
    “Oh.”
    Gods, he was harder than the tectonic plates that had disintegrated with the final catastrophic earthquake.
    Patience.
    “More?” he smiled wickedly.
    “Please.”
    “I’d like a taste of peach,” Vetis slyly pressed his case. He wanted her to share her body with him willingly. “Will you share with me?”
    She flushed and nodded her assent.
    Her capitulation triggered a rush of satisfaction. Power surged through him as her emotions awakened slowly before him like a tender shoot unfurling toward the sunlight.
    Vetis carefully twirled the fuzzy skin of the peach along her body, painting her with lush strokes of the furry fruit. Then he squeezed the other half of the peach over one nipple. The nub puckered, gloriously aroused by the cool sticky juice. “Your body is deliciously responsive.”
    He fed her a bite, pleased with the way she savored and licked the peach before she opened her mouth over it. Her actions were unknowingly seductive.
    He drizzled more juice over the other nipple, thrilled with her body’s response to the stimulation. Then he lifted the fruit to her mouth for her to finish. When she was all done, she licked her lips.
    “Hmm,” he said. “We’re all...sticky.” He lifted a warm wash cloth from the tray and fastidiously cleaned his hands. The second phase of his seduction was complete.
    Amara waited patiently in front of him. Nectar from the peach slicked a path from her chin to her clitoris, the sweet liquid tempted him to lap her up.
    “Don’t worry. You’re next.”
    ***
    Amara’s senses were heightened, every detail seemingly charged with eroticism.
    The soft cushion of the down pillows at her back, the slippery silk beneath her butt, the sensitized nerve endings from Vetis’s sensual touch.
    The room felt much warmer than when she’d awakened. Her skin had heated everywhere, except for the cool peach nectar that coated her slit and curls and the twin assaults of sticky juice. The cool breeze hardened her nipples until they were so tight they almost hurt.
    Her legs were spread wide, open for him to do what he wished with her.
    And her female parts ached, empty and barren. As if her body waited for something indefinable that she couldn’t quite grasp.
    Her womb clenched. But not in fear. Anticipation.
    And she wondered. Was this pleasure?
    “Where to start.” Vetis knelt in front of her on the decadent bed and crowded her back against the pillows. The hairy roughness of his legs pressed her thighs open even wider. His attention was riveted on her sex.
    “We’ll save the best for last.”
    He leaned over