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allow himself to partake.
    Without warning, she fisted the front of his robe and jerked, causing him to bend at the waist. She stood on tiptoe and captured his mouth in a passion-soaked kiss. Her hand slid under his cloak, slipped up the hem of his robe and cradled his hard-on in her palm, weakening his knees.
    He silently prayed to the Goddess Nirvana, the Goddess of strength for his people. This woman was going to kill him.
     
    Deveney’s head swam with confusion. Was she dreaming? A gorgeous man stood before her. Deciding it had to be a dream, she kissed him. Resistance met her lips as she acted on impulse. Solid steel covered in skin soft as silk filled her palm. The healthy cock twitched as she stroked its length and wrapped her fingers around its girth. Deveney hungered to sample the drop of pre-cum that coated her fingertips when she caressed the plump head.
    An audible moan rumbled up his throat, across his lips that caressed hers, sending a shiver down her spine. Though his stance was taut, his mouth responded as she plunged her tongue inside for a taste. Pure masculine flavor coated her taste buds, enticing her hunger.
    God, this man felt real. Never had she actually tasted his lips or seen his face in her dreams. Even the slick sensation of a drop of his juices on her fingertips seemed real as she caressed the head of his cock. This felt so good she hoped never to awaken from this dream.
    When his teeth nipped her lower lip, Deveney’s eyes opened wide. Realization hit her like a cold November wind. Chills skittered along her skin, making her stiffen. She pried her mouth from the wondrous connection with his and stepped backward, dragging the length of his cock in her palm until she reached the end and released it, dropping her hand to her side. Never had she been so bold as to grab a stranger in such a way, nor would she have if she hadn’t thought she was dreaming.
    Oh god, this wasn’t a dream. Oh god, she’d just accosted a man.
    Deveney darted a quick glance from side to side and realized she had no clue as to where she was or the identity of this man standing a few feet away. What happened? How had she gotten here? And where was here? Her heart pounded and her breathing shifted to shaky gasps. The last thing she remembered…
    The mirror… She touched the mirror.
    As if guided by some unseen force, Deveney turned to the mirror. The brilliant-blue light faded. Nothing but her reflection appeared when she stepped in front of it. Had it somehow transported her to another place? And if so, where? Did she dare touch it again?
    Most of all, did she believe she teleported through space via a mirror? Deveney swallowed hard, trying to tamp down the mounting anxiety clawing at her. A few months ago she didn’t believe she possessed magic. Now she held a tentative control over it.
    Anything was possible, she decided.
    Her fingers shook as she lifted them to trace the mirror’s edge. Before making contact, a strong grip wrapped around her wrist and words of a strange nature graced her ears.
    “ Nadda un touke. ” The meaning wasn’t lost on her as he reinforced his words by yanking her hand away.
    Great, not only had she transported to another place, it turned out to be a foreign-speaking country. Just wonderful. Deveney sighed as she stared at the deepest blue eyes she’d ever seen. How in the hell was she going to get home? The heat of his touch seeped into her skin, sending waves of electrified sparks to pebble her nipples, and she shivered.
    The man released her wrist, unwrapped the cloak from around his waist and, faster than she could blink, placed it around her shoulders. He thought she was cold. An unstoppable smile tugged at the corners of her lips. At least he was a gentleman, whoever he was.
    “Who are you? Do you speak or at least understand English?” Deveney asked on the slim chance he would understand. The pursed-brow, confused look that greeted her gave her the answer. He