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it glistening on her thighs. “Oh God, yes. Bite me again. ”
    Instead, he licked her gently where he’d marked her and squeezed her hips in his hands. “You see? We don’t need human labels. We can do anything to each other. You can take what you want. I can have what I desire. You don’t understand yet, but you will. You just need more. Ride me, Aziza. Precious one. I can take it all. Let your blood burn .”
    Her hips began to rock against him, guided by his hand. Deep. The position sank him so deep inside her, filling her until she could hardly breathe. But she wanted to take him. Needed to take control. She lifted her hands to grip his shoulders with surprising strength and planted her still-sandaled feet on the ground for balance.
    “Harder,” she demanded as she rode him. “I need more.” Her sex clenched around him as the first waves of intense, explosive pleasure took her. He moaned her name, feeling it to. “Give me more.”
    “Yes, Aziza. Yes.” He obeyed instantly, lifting and lowering her onto his cock, bucking against her with his teeth bared as though he were struggling to hold himself back. “Feel it rising inside you. It’s yours. The light and the flame. The passion and the power. I can feel it inside you, feel me inside you. Take what belongs to you. Fuck me and take it.”
    She didn’t understand what he was saying, couldn’t comprehend because she was coming. Coming so hard she was sure she would bruise him, but she couldn’t stop. She leaned forward and bit his cheek, a snarl rumbling up from her throat.
    Coming so hard.
    He was her dream. He could take it. She pushed him back down to the ground and curled her body over him, hips still rocking against him while fiery explosions ripped through her body, consuming her, flowing over her and out.
    Fire.
    Aziza looked down at his body and gasped. A blue-white flame surrounded her hands, each fingertip glowing with heat. She was on fire. She was the fire.
    “ Yes , Aziza.” He was pressing into her hands, allowing her to burn his flesh until she swore she could hear his skin sizzle. “Now it begins.”
    He rolled her over in a swift move that left her breathless. She knew he would take her once more. Make her come again in her secret, magical garden. Burn with her. “My turn.”
    Within the space of a groan he froze on top of her, lifting his head and inhaling like he was catching a scent on the wind. “ Kalbu bastard. Aziza, I must go now. Know that you owe me for this. It is a debt I will find great satisfaction in collecting.”
    He moved as if to stand and—disappeared. “What?” she gasped, feeling the loss immediately. His weight and the fullness inside her were gone in an instant. Aziza dropped the back of her head on the ground and lifted her hands to stare at them. The flames were gone. No burn marks, no smell of smoke or ozone. She wiggled her fingers. They weren’t even particularly warm. Had that really happened? Had any of it happened?
    She covered her face with her hands and heard the traffic again in the distance. Heard the birds chirping in the trees.
    When she began to hear whistling, she realized she was lying on the ground, legs sprawled and breasts bared for anyone to see. For whoever was whistling to see .
    Greg? He didn’t whistle. At least not in tune. But he should be here by now, shouldn’t he? How much time had she spent in Crazy Town? Had that entire episode taken place in less time than it took to grab a sandwich?
    As she scrambled to her feet, straightening her skirt and lifting her blouse back into place, her mind was busy tying itself in knots. What the hell? Why would she dream about wanting to dominate a man and trying to set him on fire? Even more intriguing and terrifying, she thought as she took a mental inventory of her body, how could a dream tear her underwear and leave bite marks on her breast?
    She looked down at her palms again and remembered how the black sand had moved as if it had a will