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gently, savoring the feel of her in his mouth, her tang, her spice.
There was something about her that called him on a deep and primal level.
Something about this passion that transcended the tawdry spell compelling him
to want every woman the lamp brought to him.
    It was as though the voice of his own true soul—so long
enchained—was speaking to him. Recognizing a kindred spirit.
    He knew it, felt it, when his desire, his ache, took her too.
He saw it in the shadow of her eyes. They widened as he nibbled upon her flesh.
Her pupils dilated. Nostrils flared. Lips parted. Skin dewed.
    By all the gods.
    Keeshan had had hundreds of women in his life. He’d lost
count long ago. But he hadn’t known a desire like this, a movement like this
since…
    In far, far too long.
    The thought alarmed him because he knew beyond a shadow of a
doubt that when it was her time to leave, when the lamp so commanded, she would
be gone in an instant.
    If he were a sane man, a free man, he would walk away now
and be done with her. He would not allow himself to touch her and warm to her.
He would not allow these sentiments for her to sprout and grow.
    But it was a moot point. He was not a free man. And many
days, he doubted he was sane. He was stuck here in this damn lamp for all
eternity, doomed to a life of endless, meaningless seductions. And she was
stuck here right beside him until the lamp was done with her.
    And then she would leave.
    She would stay with him until he fell irrevocably in love
with her. Then she would stay a little longer just to torment him. And then she
would leave.
    They always did.
    It always happened that way.
    It might take a month. Sometimes six. But they always left.
    He didn’t know how much more his soul, his heart could take.
    The first one, the lovely Desiree, had by far been the
worst. He hadn’t known. He hadn’t suspected the torment in store for him.
    He’d resisted falling in love with her, swamped with guilt.
For how could he love her? How could he care for Desiree when another held his
heart—and always would?
    But the enchantment had not allowed him to be distant. He’d
been compelled to be with her, be in her. And as time had passed, he’d slowly
allowed himself to be drawn to her beauty, her aura, her laugh. He’d allowed
himself to fall for her.
    And then she’d left.
    He’d been devastated. Utterly alone.
    It had been like losing Circe all over again.
    For two thousand years, each visit had been the same. Each
woman, as different as they had been, had eventually conquered his heart.
Eventually left him.
    Oh, he’d tried to resist. Made vows to himself to remain
distant and cold. Tried desperately to not use the incantation. But it had
never worked. He always failed.
    He always succumbed to the allure of the incantation.
    He always came to love them…and then been shuttled into a
cold, empty agony when they left. Bereft and swamped with shame for his
weakness. His faithlessness.
    And now here was Aimalee.
    He suspected, deep in his soul, she would be the most
difficult loss of all.
    Still, he could not stop himself.
    The enchantment rode him mercilessly, swirled through his
body, pooling in his loins.
    Even though he knew she held his destruction in the palm of
her hand, he tugged her closer and took her lips.
    So supple. So delectable.
    Hunger growing, he nudged them wider and dabbed with his
questing tongue. Her mouth was a cavern of velvet delight. He explored her
teeth and her inner lip, danced inside her cheek.
    She resisted at first but then relaxed into the kiss and a
shaft of bone-deep satisfaction lashed him. It was only the enchantment—he knew
this to be true—but she did want him. At least a little. He could be satisfied
with that.
    His lips left her mouth and followed the curve of her cheek
to her earlobe. When he sucked it into his mouth, she arched into him with a
warbled cry. So he did it again with similar results. He growled in pleasure
and nestled his nose in her neck.