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plunged the depths she’d wished he’d take with the thick, hard shaft she’d seen.
    Her dry throat emitted muffled sounds, a heady concoction of growled need, groaned pleasure, and purred desire. Her synapses fired missiles, turbo charged power streams she couldn’t contain.
    “Dmitri.” A beg for mercy, a cry for more. Macy tugged on the restraints, lost within a sensuous voyage to the abyss which had overcome her before.
    Her power syphoned the residual pleasure to fuel the inferno she suspected would engulf her soon. A red haze overtook her vision. Her entire body throbbed.
    Dmitri lapped languidly, as if the gates of hell weren’t opening up to take her away any moment. The sultry air burned her lungs. A sheen of sweat dappled Dmitri’s shoulders, his back. Beads of sweat trickled down her cheek.
    No, not sweat. Tears.
    The sensations were so strong she had no defense but tears. Hot, honest to Goddesses tears. The only working conduit she had to communicate her desperation was her weakened voice.
    She wet her lips with her tongue and whispered his name again. “Dmitri.”
    He groaned and assailed her clit with his tongue. He licked and sucked. A torrential fire swept across her. She dragged the coolness from the air conditioning into her lungs and surrendered to the ravenous pleasure.
    The mind-numbing release left her saturated in a fine mist. Steam had risen in the room. She blinked, forcing her vision to return. Through one eye she noted the lop-sided lamps and scattered knick-knacks strewn about the room. Had a cyclone entered?
    Macy groaned. Crap. The earth witches down the hall. Had she channeled their powers somewhere amidst the unbelievable orgasm? Earthquakes tended to agitate Imperial Station. Those darn political air witches were so touchy about their precious air getting tainted with other elements. Don’t make smoke, don’t make dust. Blah, blah, blah.
    Dmitri collapsed on the bed beside her, his gaze ablaze with humor.
    “I had no idea a little dragon witch could contain so many interesting powers.” He stroked her cheek.
    She sighed in contentment and curled her toes. Being released so she could snuggle against his hard body would be nice. A shower would be divine. But both required a certain level of auditory abilities she couldn’t muster.
    Several people had tried to warn her what the release of her powers would be like the first time. She’d somehow managed to forget most of it. In the light of the earth-shattering climaxes, though, most of it trickled back into the forefront of her memory—the unheeded warnings.
    Ensure no other ancient witch is within your reach.
    Okay, she’d forgotten that little tidbit—thus the earthquake from hell.
    Remove all sources of your primary elemental power .
    Yeah, okay. So she’d forgotten the candles and sort of singed the paint. The room was due for a few new coats anyway. Something blue perhaps. No, sage. Yeah, sage would be nice.
     Macy suspected the next time would be far worse. She’d been too overwhelmed by Dmitri to truly channel her powers, and he’d been so intent on her pleasure he hadn’t syphoned any of her powers like she’d expected him to. They’d have to discuss the how-to-do-this-the-right-way rulebook before next time.
    Vampires helped cursed witches by temporarily inhaling their powers and spitting them out—essentially sucking them out much like they did blood.
    The silk ties collapsed under Dmitri’s tug. She snuggled against him.
    “You were incredible.”
    She sighed. Yeah, he’d been pretty incredible, too. Tomorrow she’d tell him.
    A soft chuckle cocooned her in warmth. “Rest up. We’ll play again soon.”
     
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    Dmitri settled Macy within the sheets and admired her vibrant aura. Gods, she’d blown him away. Almost literally.
    Something had gone horribly wrong. Raw power hummed within him, what he’d managed to syphon of it, anyway. Most had inadvertently crashed into the room. Next time he’d have