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immune to his enchantments. With a shiver, she
slipped her wrist from his grasp, threaded her fingers through his and turned
to lead him to the garden shower.
    The “shower room” turned out to be an artful enclosure of
barely frosted glass etched with scenes of ocean life. A bed of decorative
colored stones, arranged in a rainbow serpent mosaic, circled the shower.
Scents of sea lavender and mint wafted from clusters of greenery around the
base. The entire garden exuded peace and power.
    Ronin held the door and Maille stepped in ahead of him, but
she lingered at the door in full sandpiper mode.
    Ronin adjusted spray and temperature. Maille’s nervous dance
from foot to foot slowed as he squirted his chest with herbal-scented shower
gel and lathered, hands gliding down over his belly. She went completely still
when he grasped his cock and lathered his balls. Her fingers curled
reflexively. He had her full attention.
    Here in his element, he could work a spell that had nothing
to do with magick. Catch her in the net of her own hunger.
    He pressed his advantage.
    With a graceful bow, he bent, catching her hand, brushing
her knuckles with his lips. “May I have the honor of this dance, lady?”
    Ah, there it was, quick as the first green flash of dawn
breaking the horizon, her smile appeared and vanished.
    With a practiced turn of wrist and twirl of bodies, he had
her in his arms, a move that had served to bring many a coy female to his bed in
the time before he was cursed. With a dip of knee she was arched over his arm
and her body displayed—a feminine wonderland he’d had to fight through gowns
and corsets to reach in the old days.
    Slow. The thought formed and faded as he surrendered
to the compulsion to press lips against her arched throat. And then the taste
of her skin consumed him, a combination of salt and sweet that had his greedy
tongue painting a trail from the nook between her collarbones to the valley
between her breasts.
    Her whimper, a soft animal sound that twisted his groin,
submerged his brain in a dark tide. With effort his patience resurfaced. Lust
simmered, barely controlled when he snatched her upright to stand in front of
him. Their eyes locked as he started to turn, and turn, a slow waltz under the
water.
    Clumsily she followed his lead, until she gave up watching
her feet and just let her body connect with his, skin to skin. His cock pressed
into the silky warmth of her belly. When she closed her eyes, tipped her head
back, he longed to spill his seed over her glistening body.
    Goddess, he wanted inside her. Now.
    Her hands slid up his chest and fisted in his hair, pulling
his face to hers. Her lips opened under his with an eagerness he hoped to find
when he went probing lower down. He turned her and she moved easily, intuiting
the direction he’d take.
    He backed her against the glass wall, his hands sliding up
her arms to capture her wrists, while his tongue caressed hers, coaxed her to
kiss back. Her body warmed under his attention and her desire rose, filling his
nostrils with sweet incense, turning his blood to liquid fire.
    He broke the kiss and dropped to his knees, dragging her
hands downward, pinning them against her hips while he buried his nose in the
slick folds of her pussy. A swipe of his tongue along her slit plucked a
full-body shiver from her.
    He would die. He would die. With a flip of his middle finger
at all the immortality curses Mere could spout, he would die right here on his
knees with his face pressed into the heaven between Maille’s thighs.
    As if Maille had somehow turned the tide, turned selkie
pheromones back on him, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Waves of lust
sluiced through his body, unraveling his moor rope. Leaving him clutching at
the last strands of control.
    “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. The wrenching, sweet agony in
her tone restored sanity. A drop.
    Just enough.
    “You have me, love,” he said between licks, “any way you
want.”
    Pleasure