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his chin against my clit.
          I
gasped, arching my back, the sheer uncomfortable-ness
of the position did nothing to assuage my fervor.
          Swells
of ecstasy rippled through my muscles, churning around my clit. His tongue
withdrew with a smack, and he angled his head until he could reach my clit. He
nibbled the base and parted lips, not quite doing as I needed and wanted,
barely touching me.
          "You’re
killing me!" I wailed, squeezing my eyes tightly shut, frustrated beyond
measure.
          He
smiled again, and then plucked at the bud, sucking it into his mouth as he
thrust his fingers inside my vagina. I jerked against him at the sudden,
intense pleasure that spiked through my body, whimpering, begging for more. I
couldn’t ever remember being so aroused.
          I was
panting for breath now. Desperate for the culmination of
pleasure hovering just beyond my reach. The small, wet noises he made
only increased my arousal.
          He
suckled my clit, moving his fingers in and out of me in a mock fucking, stroking
the tender patch of my g-spot.
          I
shuddered violently. Overcome by the torturous pleasure rasping from his mouth,
radiating from his fingers. Tingling, knee-weakening, heart stopping ecstasy
vibrated through my body.
          I cried
out, my muscles gone limp as I jerked with each debilitating wave. I couldn’t
feel anything anymore, only a vague sort of numbness that left me incredibly
sleepy and fulfilled.
          He moved
off of me, but I was so worn out, I didn’t stir. I couldn’t seem to even open
my eyes.
          He
stroked the back of my neck, kissing my temple. Strangely enough, I couldn’t
smell myself on him. "If ever you need me, Nariko," he whispered,
"Call my name, Xalen. Call and I will come."
           
    * * * *
     
           
          Nariko
came awake slowly, with such a sense of well being
that she was reluctant to give up the drowsy comfort. The threads of sleep
refused to remain within her grasp, though. As she came at last to full
awareness, she realized she still felt absolutely wonderful--rested, without
any sense of sluggishness, no tension, no lingering
anxiety.
          It was
almost like suddenly realizing a complete absence of pain when one had been
suffering a toothache for days and days. Rolling from her bed, she glanced
self-consciously a the cameras and scurried into the bathroom
to perform her morning grooming ritual.
          She
found, as she showered, that she was actually humming. She didn’t even
recognize the tune, but it didn’t matter. She felt better than she could
remember ever feeling in the morning.
          She
glanced shyly at Doctor Savage when she reached the living room, where he’d set
up the monitor station for his equipment. Her heart stammered uncomfortably in
her chest, the breath rushing from her lungs as she took in his tousled look
from the all nighter he’d just pulled.
          He was a
total hunk when he was immaculate, as she usually saw him in his office. He
looked succulent now, with his heavy lidded eyes, the day old stubble of beard,
his tousled hair. He’d unfastened his shirt and pulled it from his jeans. The
top button of his jeans were undone, as well.
          He
looked like a man that had spent a night satisfying a woman, and she felt her
nerves sizzle with an unaccustomed tension that had everything to do with being
around an extremely attractive male.
          She
smiled at him tentatively when she saw that he was studying her.
          "Did
the demon disturb your dreams?"
          His
voice was husky. It sent a shiver of sensation along her nerve endings that
made her heart trip over itself. Warmth gathered in her sex.
          She
ignored it with an effort, focusing on the real reason he’d spent the night in
her apartment. "I didn’t," she said with a touch of surprise.
"It’s the first time I haven’t in--I can’t even remember