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be cruel to have him wake up feeling frightened and sore. The least she could do was give him a pleasant memory to take into his waking hours.
    She floated down to the floor and then gingerly touched his hand. Nothing unusual happened, and she gave a small sigh of relief. As she'd thought, there was no lightning bolt of energy between them without the magical book.
    She crawled atop his chest and squatted, her bare feet planted neatly upon his sternum, her body rising and falling with his breathing, as if she were in a boat upon the ocean.
    He was a handsome man, even unconscious. His lashes were heavy and dark, and a widow's peak of black hair dipped its spade into his pale forehead. He looked as if he had been physically powerful not long ago, but also as if he had been ill. It struck her as queerly sad, that such beauty as he possessed should spend itself on so frail and impermanent a being as a human.
    She wasn't here to lament his eventual decline and death, though. She was here to give the man a moment of celestial pleasure.
    She curled her toes in anticipation, reached out, and touched his brow.

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Chapter Two

     
    Samira dove into Nicolae's thoughts and memories, searching for the keys to his fantasies and secret desires. She had to swim past scene after scene of violent battle and angry men, dark village streets and flaming torches. They crowded Nicolae's mind, blinding Samira to anything else.
    He was so dark inside, so lost within horrors. She turned away from the raging scenes and felt carefully for the thrum of sexual desire that was sunken somewhere deep within him. She knew it was there: She
felt
it. And besides, there was no man alive who didn't have desire living within him, whether it was desire for women, men, the switch to one's bottom, a woman's dirty chemise, bare feet, farm animals,
something
.
    A wisp of desire floated by her, and she grabbed tight to it. She ignored the anger and loss, the fear and pain, the loneliness and devastation within Nicolae, and followed that wisp toward its source within his psyche.
    It led her to the outer edge of his darkness and then disappeared behind a black wall. Samira felt over the surface of the wall, looking for some small crevice in which she could dig her fingers and pry open a door, but the wall was smooth and impenetrable. She tried to force her way straight through its surface.
    Nothing. It didn't allow her through so much as an inch.
    She blew out a breath in frustration. She'd often come across such barriers, in men who for one reason or another didn't want to allow themselves the freedom of their sexuality. Usually, with persistence, she could find a way inside and give the man the pleasure of his own deepest fantasies, lived out in his dreams.
    She'd rarely come across a barrier so firmly established as this one. Nicolae wanted nothing to do with his lustful desires. She wrinkled her nose, annoyed with the wall. She was here to
help
the man, and look at the obstacles he put up. The only time a wall like this was worth anything was when the desires of a man were evil.
    She chewed her bottom lip. Might Nicolae's wishes be evil? He was full of enough pain that it seemed possible. Pain seemed to warp some men.
    Wondering at the wall wasn't going to solve the problem it presented, though. She'd just have to go around it, using her own creativity to build a dream for Nicolae, and hoping she hit upon something he liked.
    She floated away from the wall and entered the network in his mind that formed his nightly dreams. It was inactive at the moment, an empty stage upon which she could create whatever scene she wished.
    A classic fantasy would be a good, safe place to start. The favorite of most men, of course, was the innocent girl behaving like a sex-starved wench. It rarely failed to please.
    She created a dream self for Nicolae: the burns were gone, and he stood strong and vibrant at the edge of a meadow. Golden sunlight painted the grasses and flowers and