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softened as she gazed into his eyes, all the passion and longing she held for him sparkling in the golden pinpoints of light that shone from the pores of her skin. “I wouldn’t have it otherwise. You are the only demon I want.”
    “And I’m all you’ll have. The others would not dare challenge me for you. Not while you wear my amulet.” He took her mouth with a kiss of feral intensity. His tongue swept against hers, leaving her gasping with need for him. He lifted his head long before she was ready to let him go. Triumph glittered in his eyes. “You’ll stay here with me.”
    She wished she could. “I can’t. My sisters will come looking for me.”
    “Do you think I fear a few women?”
    She went still beneath him, drawing a quick, careful breath. “Perhaps you should.” This was as close as she dared come to a confession.
    And to a warning for him.
    He had the ill grace to laugh. “I forget nothing. It’s you who forget that goddesses are meant to belong to demons. That they are the hunted, we are the hunters.”
    And yet he was the one bonded to her, she thought but did not say. Always, he sought confirmation that the bond was as strong for her as it was for him. It was. But her bond was comprised of love. His came more from an inherent desire to possess her.
    She wondered how deep his desire for her truly ran…if it was enough to make him follow her if he believed she was leaving him.
    “You’ve pursued goddesses both inside and outside of time,” she said. “Across the entire universe. And yet I’m the first to be caught. You shouldn’t forget that either. Or what happens when prey becomes cornered.”
    He heard one message in her words. “Yes, you are caught. And you’re mine .” He smoothed a hand over her breast and down her abdomen so that she gasped with pleasure at the delicate caress, then slid his fingers between her thighs. She closed her eyes, lost in a relentless, unquenchable craving for both him and his touch. “Say it,” he commanded her. “Say that you are.”
    It was true. She could not deny it. Or him.
    “I’m yours.”
    He took her again, but with such a fierce tenderness that afterward all she could think of was how much she wanted him, and what she needed to do in order to remain with him.
    …
    Her name was Allia.
    She had whispered it against his lips moments before leaving him, and he understood how precious it was to her, how valuable the gift. Only her sisters and her handmaid knew it.
    He had no name to offer her in return. He was the Demon Lord. That was how he was known, and he’d had no need for any other.
    Until now.
    For a long time after she left him, he sat on the rocks near the edge of where her goddess-fed pool had been that first night. Its waters had either seeped into the ground or evaporated days ago, but the impression caused by its weight remained in the packed desert sand. The soil glittered with speckles of gold in the moonlight, the same way Allia’s flesh gleamed whenever he touched her. He could still smell her scent on his naked skin, warm and fresh and so intoxicating that it left him light-headed with need for her.
    Other signs of her presence also remained. Where she went, life followed her. Grass sprang from the earth in their tiny oasis, thick and green. Small flowers, fragrant and colorful, bloomed out of season.
    He pondered her words to him and what they meant.
    She wanted to be with him always, but despite the amulet she’d accepted from him, did not believe it was possible. In a way, he supposed it was true. While he didn’t like the point she had raised about the inequality of their numbers and how that might impact the bond between demons and goddesses, he found he could not dispute her logic. He couldn’t put itfrom his thoughts.
    He had no intention of allowing another demon close enough to her to find out if she was right. No demon would share. His amulet would leave her immune to their charms and give her the physical