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I’m
playing a game?” Her whisper grazed across his wounded flesh. With
a sense of detachment he realized she’d drawn blood. “This is as
real as it gets.”
    Game or not,
two could participate. He spared a fleeting nanosecond to check
that they were still concealed from mortal eyes, before he tugged
the ties at her bodice.
    “Unlike you,
I’m not a barbarian,” he said as his hand slid beneath her opened
bodice and cupped her full, warm breast.
    She fumbled
beneath her cloak, and for a moment he thought she was removing her
dress for him. But then she raised her left hand, slid her fingers
around his neck, and held him firm.
    “Of course you
are.” Her voice was uneven, and her eyes glittered from the glow of
the gas street lamps. “You always have been.”
    He forced her
roughly against the wall, his thumb teasing the hard nub of her
nipple.
    “You claim to
know a lot about me.” His eyes focused on her parted lips. He
imagined those lips around him. Taking him. His balls ached with
frustrated need.
    She wound his
hair around her fingers and pinpricks of pain penetrated his skull,
stabbed into his brain. He bared his teeth in a parody of a smile
and squeezed her erect nipple between forefinger and thumb. She
gasped and thrust herself against him, as if she too welcomed pain
for her sins.
    Had she sinned?
Rafe doubted it. Her aura was clear, not tainted with the blood of
countless vanquished enemies.
    “I know
enough.” Her fingernails scraped over his abdomen, igniting a blaze
across his hard flesh, and halted at the belt of his pants. “And I
plan on knowing more.”
    Celeste heard
the words leave her lips, felt the sharp intake of the stranger’s
breath, and scarcely believed she was seconds from seducing her
sworn enemy. Yet fire raged in her blood, pounded against her
temples and vibrated along every nerve. And the fire was no longer
fuelled by hate, but by primeval lust.
    She tugged
sharply on his hair, despising herself for her weakness, yet
thrilling to the way his own fingers correspondingly tightened
around her aching breast. His blood, smeared against his naked
chest, aroused her and she leaned in, heedless of the way her hair
tangled between his fingers.
    Her tongue
flicked across his nipple, and the salty taste of hard male and
liquid iron inflamed her. She took his nipple between her teeth and
heard his shocked groan as he pressed her head more securely
against his chest. Ah, great Goddess, she would make him more than
groan. She would make him regret accepting this mission, for
setting foot on Earth, and thinking he could erase her destiny.
    But first, she
would take her pleasure from him, because he was the finest
specimen she’d encountered in eons.
    And after she’d
allowed him to come inside her welcoming body, she would destroy
him.
    Rafe dragged
his hand from her succulent breast and wrapped his arm around her
shoulders, anchoring her more securely to his body. Her teeth
nipped, and his pleasure hovered perilously on the edge of agony,
yet the erotic flick of her tongue between each savage bite
outweighed the pain and sent him closer to the precipice.
    Still holding
her head and grasping her shoulders, he rammed the proof of his
desire against her, forcing her to acknowledge what she was doing
to him. What he was doing to himself. He felt her lips curve into a
smile, before her teeth sank into his flesh and he let out another
anguished groan.
    Through the
fogged layers of lust, he dimly recalled this woman was his target.
The one whose soul he was required to steal—whose spirit he was
supposed to extinguish—leaving her little more than a living
zombie, incapable of copulation never mind reproduction. Somehow,
the urgency to fulfill his obligations had diminished, just as the
urgency to possess this bewitching creature had escalated.
    And in the end,
it didn’t matter. By holding her here, he was already altering her
destiny. The longer he held her captive, the less chance she had