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he gazed at her nakedness. It had been
twenty mortal years since she had last stood this way before a man,
and yet even then she hadn’t been filled with the burning urgency
this stranger ignited with merely a glance.
    She stroked her
thumbs over her aroused nipples, cupped her breasts, and then
trailed her fingers across her taut belly. His eyes followed every
movement.
    “Strip for me,
barbarian,” she commanded, her voice husky.
    He looked at
her. “Rafe.” His voice was hoarse as he ripped off his long leather
coat and dropped it unceremoniously to the floor. “My name is
Rafe.”
    Celeste dipped
her finger between the wet folds of her pussy. She told herself she
didn’t care what his name was, and yet she knew that was a lie.
    His shirt
followed his coat and her finger stilled as she marveled at his
masculine perfection. How could a creature of such inspiring beauty
possess a soul so withered and corrupt?
    He paused in
the action of stripping off his leather pants. “What do they call
you?”
    She didn’t want
to tell him. It was none of his concern. And yet she needed him to
know. To hear her name on his lips. “Celeste.”
    A fleeting
smile touched his lips. “I said you were of the heavens.
Celeste.”
    He made her
name sound erotic. Forbidden. A shiver skittered along her spine as
she acknowledged everything she had shared with this
creature— with Rafe —from the moment she’d encountered
him had been forbidden.
    The thought
aroused her further and wet heat engulfed her probing finger.
    “Continue.” She
jerked her head, indicating his pants, and with another gut
wrenching smile he kicked off his boots and then—far too
leisurely—inched his pants down his muscled thighs.
    The breath
caught in her throat as she surveyed his taut, bronzed body, the
candlelight showing every ridge and dip of his muscled splendor.
His erection jutted, magnificent and proud, and her internal
muscles clenched with glorious frustration.
    He allowed her
only a moment to lust over his warrior hard physique before he
strode to her and gripped her wrist. Slowly he pulled her hand from
her sex, up between their bodies until her fingers were a whisper
from their lips.
    Without
breaking eye contact Rafe licked the top of her finger, swirling
his tongue around her tip.
    Her mouth
parted, breath gasped, and for answer he forced her finger against
her own lips, and the musky scent of her own juices caused her
senses to spiral.
    “You taste of
the stars.” His voice was rough. Uneven. “You’re barely human at
all, Celeste.”
    “And you’re not
human at all.” Her breath grazed his lips. “Our heritage doesn’t
matter, Rafe. Not tonight. And we don’t have to think of
tomorrow.”
    Tomorrow, the
chances were high he would attempt to destroy her for thwarting his
plans. But tonight passion ruled, lust reigned supreme, and she had
no intention of letting either slip through her fingers.
    For a
nanosecond his black eyes glowed with an unearthly orange flame, as
if he had his own intentions for her tomorrow which he didn’t plan
on sharing. But then his hands cradled her face, before sliding
down her throat, over her shoulders and along the outline of her
body. He knelt before her, hands caressing her hips, his hot breath
caressing the entrance to her throbbing channel.
    She buried her
fingers in his luxuriant black hair. So soft. So silken. So
deceptively perfect. Tonight she would take all she could from him,
give him all that she was and ever would be, and perhaps tomorrow’s
brutal reckoning might never come.
    Rafe dipped his
tongue in Celeste’s damp heat, and her unique, wondrous scent
flooded his senses. Not of this world. Not of any world he could
imagine. She tasted of the sun, of the cosmic light; of the dawn
after an endless, empty void.
    He cupped her
rounded buttocks, delighting in their smooth fullness and the way
they filled his hands. As she dug her fingers into his scalp, he
dug his into her full flesh,