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around the curve of his shoulder and feathered her fingers over the scars on his back. The uneven surface was a tactile testament to his battle prowess.
    Leraye lay her down on the lush silk sheets, right over the spot where Zepar had just taken the blonde.
    She didn't think it was an error.
    "You really want to do this?" Thalia stared into Leraye's eyes seeking answers to the mystery of the universe in his gaze.
    He looked at her, no humor in his face, his light blue eyes somber. "Yes."
    "With me." She pressed, suddenly unsure. The past few minutes had felt real and true, but perhaps she was only feeling what she wanted to feel.
    "You know my secrets and I know yours," he said lightly, his tone at odds with the very serious look in his pale Demon gaze. "What better basis for a partnership."
    He was still seated within her. His cock pulsed against her inner walls with an insistent beat. He was leaving the choice up to her. Could she? Should she?
    Lately her appointments had left her wanting. The impersonal attentions of the Lesser Demons were pleasurable and yet she was more and more frequently left with a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of sorrow.
    The times she'd sat alone with Leraye were the most satisfying she’d had in a long time. "Yes."
    His muscles had tautened, and his body rippled with tension. "Excellent. Now, what position should we try first?"
    Thalia blushed, remembering the things she had done to his statue while he was inside watching.
    Leraye laughed with delight. His blue eyes sparkled like moonlight upon the ocean. "A Grace that is embarrassed."
    "I would that you call me by my name," she said sharply.
    "Of course, Thalia," he replied gently and brushed a lock of hair from her face. "Did you think I didn't know your name?"
    "I...." The temptation to cower from him was strong but she refused to. "I wasn't sure."
    "It always pays to know one's enemy." Leraye's face hardened into a mask, not unlike the expression he'd worn for the past month.
    "Am I your enemy, my Lord?"
    "Now who is being evasive? Call me by my name."
    "Leraye," she said softly. "No longer enemies."
    "Not anymore." He slid his cock out of her body and then back inside again. "I believe we are allies now."
    Allies? She wasn't sure how they were allies, but as the thick staff of his erection slid in and out of her body, she realized that right now she didn’t care. Thalia felt connected to Leraye in a way she'd never felt before.
    "Do you like that, angel?" The glide of his cock rubbed against her G-spot and arousal flowed from her pussy. "Gods, I believe I am harder than when I was a stone."
    Thalia giggled. The sound surprised her. It had been too long since she'd felt this kind of joy.
    Leraye nuzzled her neck with his chin and then curled his tongue around her ear. The sweet sough of his breath against her skin was a balm to her overworked and overstimulated body. The events of the past hour were a blur of arousal and hope and shame. But now she found a joy and satisfaction in his attention.
    The hard planes of his chest brushed lightly against her nipples as he slid in and out of her.
    "You prefer a harder contact, do you not?" he murmured slyly. Leraye extended his tongue and trailed the member down the center of her neck. He twirled the tip in the deep hollow of her throat as her pulse thudded against her skin.
    He was right. He knew her. A thrill of anticipation rippled through her. He knew her .
    With a delicate lick, he fluttered the tip against her breastbone and traced lightly around the globes of her breasts. "These really are magnificent, angel."
    "Thank you my Lord." She gasped as he curled his tongue around her nipple and clamped down. Hard.
    He did it again and then set up a rhythm that kept time with the pulse in her throat. Thalia fell into a bottomless well of sensation as he worked her body with a depth of knowledge that sent a thrill through her. He assaulted her senses with the hard muscled cage of his body, the thick