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of her reaction to this human was unexpected. She spent her entire life in control, and she loved letting loose during sex. It made her feel alive, and it was a release valve she craved.
    She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it from his pants so she could touch his skin. Hard muscle covered with smooth skin. Nice. His teeth scored the sensitive tendon that connected neck to shoulder, and her nails curled into his back, a spell pouring out of her that would feel like fire singeing his flesh.
    “Jesus,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
    She laughed, her eyes opening. “Something like that. Though we’re not quite to the fucking part yet.”
    “We’ll get there.” His lips curved against her skin, and it made her smile in return.
    “Sooner is better than later.” She jolted him with another spell. “I’m not getting any younger, babycakes.”
    He laughed at that, pulling back to give her an incredulous look. “You did not just call me babycakes. ”
    She arched her brows and gave him a wicked look. “I sure did. What are you going to do about it?”
    Instead of answering, he reached out and neatly flipped her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. She cracked up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. When was the last time she’d laughed or smiled this much during a sexual encounter? She couldn’t remember, but it was fun. After the day she’d had, she’d take a little fun.
    The blood rushed to her face with the world upside down the way it was, and she pushed out against his back to try to keep some balance. A quick self-defense spell could get her out of this pretty easily, but she didn’t want to escape. She wanted to see what kind of tricks this man had up his sleeve, magic or no magic.
    Flicking on a light switch, he strode into a room off the hallway. He shrugged and let her tumble unceremoniously onto the mattress. She shoved her hair out of her face and fell back on her hands, arching her torso just to torment him. His gaze zeroed in on her breasts, just as she’d hoped, and the heat in his gaze was enough to burn her skin.
    “Come here.” She crooked a finger at him, barely managing to stop it from becoming a summoning spell that would compel him to do as she wished. “Or, better yet, strip. I want to watch.”
    “Oh, yeah?” He arched an eyebrow. His hands went to his tie, his long fingers working the knot free and sliding it from his neck.
    She twitched her fingers, and every button on his shirt slipped free. He looked down and blinked, then snorted and shook his head. Shrugging out of the garment, he went to work on his belt and zipper, while she got to enjoy the view of his muscled chest flexing with every movement.
    Damn, the man was well built. Her thighs squeezed together at the thought of having her hands on all that bare male flesh. His shoulders were broad and tapered to narrow hips. Dark hair formed a neat triangle that stretched between his flat little nipples. His abs were hard ridges that she wanted to run her tongue over before she nipped at his belly button.
    His pants hit the floor, and she sighed in appreciation. His legs were long, his thighs heavy with muscles, and her gaze traveled up to his cock. It jutted boldly, curving to just below his navel now that it was free of restraint.
    “Now you,” he said.
    Nodding, she held out a hand for him to help her off the bed. This dress all but shackled her legs. “You’re going to have to get the zipper for me.”
    She could have used magic, but she’d rather have his hands on her naked skin. He pulled her upright, then spun her so he could unfasten the back of her dress. Heaving a sigh as the tight silk loosened, she let the fabric puddle around her feet. She stepped out of her heels and kicked the dress aside.
    “Nice.” He hummed in approval when he took in the lacy scraps she wore. In that dress, only a strapless bra and thong panties would work. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. It fell and she