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onto the chain above Cassandra as her cunt clenched around his shaft.
    She would drive him mad.
    She’d had her pleasure. Even now, she was beginning her descent from that highest place. So why was he prolonging his torture by continuing to pound into her? He couldn’t stop. Every time he sunk into the tight warmth of her body, she pulled him closer to the promise of oblivion. A promise that he knew very well would never be fulfilled.
    His balls tightened, a sensation he hadn’t felt since he had been buried in the body of a fallen goddess a dozen lifetimes ago. He didn’t dare hope. He’d given up on the notion centuries earlier. Now he was close to pleading.
    Richard threw back his head. Ashira. Just this once.
    Every muscle clenched. The chain snapped and fell with a clatter to the floor.
    He roared as bright, white heaven ripped through his body. His cock jerked hard with every shot of cum. He poured into her, filling her, until he was finally spent.
    “What are you?” he asked, once he had caught his breath.
    “A journalist.” There was nothing but honesty in her eyes. She was too broken down for anything else. “What else was I supposed to be?”
    Richard shook his head. “Nothing.” She was perfect.
    He unhooked her hands. Cassandra’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the broken chain piled in a heap on the floor, confusion barely registering through the haze of satisfied lust.
    She giggled as Richard hoisted her up over his shoulder to pull up his pants.
    “You can put me down while you dress, you know,” she said.
    No chance. It had taken him a thousand years to find her. He wasn’t going to be letting go of her for a very long time.
    He slid her back down into his arms before knocking once on the door. A few seconds later, it creaked open.
    It was not Marcus on the other side, but Rhys. Had his cries been so loud that they had been heard by everyone in the dungeon?
    His old second stepped forward, his face tense with expectation. “Richard, is all well?” he asked.
    “It is.”
     Rhys’s brows arched wide. For the first time since the battlements of Antioch, Richard saw hope in his friend’s expression.
    “Rhys, this is Cassandra Davis,” Richard said.
    “Hello,” she said quickly before nuzzling her face back against him to hide her embarrassment. They would have plenty of time together to work on stripping her of these last remnants of shame.
    “A pleasure,” Rhys said. “Richard has been waiting for you for a very long time.”
    Richard tightened his grip on Cassandra’s naked body. Rhys, sharp-eyed as ever, caught the possessive gesture, and let them pass.
    Richard carried Cassandra up the stairs to his room. He’d known that she was special from the second he’d spied her on the street under his window, but he’d had no idea how special. There hadn’t been many people in his long life that had dared to question him. Even when he used his influence on her, she had resisted. In the end she had submitted to him because it was what she most deeply wanted, not because of his seduction.
    “Why did your friend say that you have been waiting for me for a long time?” Cassandra asked as he laid her down on his bed. He leaned down over her, just like in the picture he had seen in her mind before.
    “I will explain everything in the morning,” he said.
    “Is that your way of asking me to spend the night?”
    “I suppose it is.”
    “Then how could I possibly refuse?”
     

 
    Ashira appeared in a darkened corner of the stone room. The lights of the sleeping city shone through the window, bathing the chamber in a pale amber light.
    She walked toward the bed where two sleeping bodies laid entwined, smiling down at the woman in Richard’s arms.
    He had been little more than a trained killer when she had first come to him, but it had been easy to see the potential in him. She knew he still cursed her name when frustration overcame him. But maybe now he would be able to see the worth in