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willingly, eagerly. Corwin pulled her close to rub her wet and swollen pussy against his gorgeously erect cock while with his right hand he firmly massaged her taut breast. Pleasure and need made her moan.
    Then she saw they were not alone.
    Another man walked from the shadows, watching them. He stepped up behind Miranda and put his hands on her waist, holding her firmly in place to receive Corwin’s delightful attentions.
    The fire that blazed through her at the touch of that second phantom man must kill her. She must die from this searing madness.
    “Don’t be afraid,” Corwin murmured. “I have you safe. You see it, don’t you? You feel it.”
    “Yes,” she gasped. In the vision Corwin smiled at her and stroked her face. The second man was as tall as Corwin, but whereas Corwin was dark as midnight, this other man was all red-gold like the dawn. That golden man slid his hands up her curving sides to cup her breasts. He pulled her back against him to press his rigid cock into the split between her buttocks.
    “I feel it too, Miranda.” Corwin’s hands slid down, stroking her thighs. In the dream or in reality? She couldn’t tell anymore. “The need, the desire. It’s real for me as well.”
    The vision melted away, and there was nothing but the music and the rhythm of the dance. They moved together through the ballroom that was magnificent and crowded, and as mundane as it could be. There was, however, nothing mundane about the riot inside Miranda as she looked up into Corwin Rathe’s black eyes.
    “What are you doing to me?” She should pull away. No. She should run away now, at once, but she couldn’t bear the thought of separating herself from the touch of his hands. Her breasts felt full and heavy, and her pussy was a space of pure, liquid heat. As frightened as she was, she also felt more alive than she ever had before, and she could not stand to let go of all these new, oh-so-mesmerizing sensations.
    “Say my name,” he whispered harshly. “I want to hear you say my name.”
    She could not refuse. “Corwin,” she murmured.
    “Yes.” He sighed, sending a fresh shiver through her. He brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I want you, Miranda,” he said simply. “Do you want me?”
    All the breath in Miranda’s body seized tight. It was impossible, what he was suggesting. It must be impossible. Such things as she was seeing, as she was feeling, could not ever be.
    “I can’t . . .”
    But he did not let her finish. “Miranda, that is not what I asked.” He pulled her closer so that she could feel the brush of his hard chest against her ruched nipples, and the smile of his mouth against her ear. “I asked if you want me. Like this.”
    Two of them again, two of them, and they were naked and glorious, one in front of her and one behind. The dawn-light man lifted her breast with one hand so Corwin could suckle her, even while he himself slid his hand between her legs.
    “And this.”
    She sprawled on her back. The dawn-light man stroked her breasts with his masterful hands while Corwin slid between her thighs, stroking her, plunging his fingers into her, preparing the way for his immense, erect cock.
    “Yes.” The sound that escaped her was more a moan than it was speech. “Yes, I want you.”
    “That’s it, Miranda. Do not fear to speak the truth to me.” Corwin turned them again. His hand stroked the curve of her back. The whole world was filled with light and his heady scent and the fevered desire that flowed through her. “Do not fear what you feel now.”
    “How can I? How could we ... ?”
    His smile broadened and a light that promised mischief sparked in the depths of his dark eyes. “Walk with me.”
    “But ...” she began again.
    “Shhh.” He laid his long finger against her lips. “I told you, I have you safe. Come with me.”
    He gave her his arm, and to her dismay she leaned heavily against it. Desire had robbed her of her strength and she staggered, almost falling.