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shit .”
    She was still so wound up, so needy, she could hardly stand
it. She wanted his mouth on her breasts, between her thighs. Wanted that huge, hard
cock in her pussy. A moan gathered in her chest, broke free as she imagined
what it would be like to have him driving into her, stretching and pounding.
She wanted to ride him, see him supine beneath her, helpless with need. Or be
under him, under his control, helpless in return.
    That thought made her shudder. She’d never been one to cede
to a man—never found the thought remotely appealing—but something about Vidar
made her long to be completely his, however he demanded.
    I’m losing my mind over a troll? Get a grip, Jasmina.
    It would be impossible to rest unless she took care of
business, but the thought of bringing herself off didn’t fill her with
enthusiasm. On a night like this she needed more.
    Suddenly she thought of the special project she’d been working
on.
    Jasmina sat up with a little laugh. Screw the troll. She
could do without him.
    Striding into her bedroom, she knelt down beside the trunk
at the foot of her bed and disenchanted the lock so as to get it open.
Rummaging through, she found what she was looking for and pulled it out. The
rosy glass dildo caught the light, looked almost realistic as the rays
emphasized the bulbous head and ropy veins. It really was a thing of beauty,
and she was glad she’d purchased it on a whim at the last sex toy party Cassie
and she had gone to. And now was the optimum time to test out the enchantment
she’d impulsively put on it.
    It’s not as big, or as beautiful, as Vidar’s cock.
    Dammit, she wasn’t going to allow herself to think about him
now. The dildo was enchanted to take any form she desired. There were lots of
other men she could pretend to have in her bed tonight. It didn’t have to be
him.
    She lay down without bothering to turn down the silk duvet,
squirming slightly at the sensation of the cool fabric against her heated
flesh. When last had she been this horny? Too long to remember. But, she
reminded herself, it had been a while since the last time she had sex. No
wonder she was so stirred up by giving a little head.
    Cradling the dildo against her breasts, she warmed it, and
let arousal rise even stronger in her blood. Closing her eyes, she brought the
tip of the glass phallus to her mouth, gave it a soft kiss. Her lips still felt
tender, swollen from her encounter with Vidar. He’d tasted so good, that fresh,
foresty scent she associated with him extending to the flavor of his skin. And
that skin was as smooth as the glass now pressed to her cheek, only hotter,
pulsing with life, swelling in her hand, telling of his need even when he
wouldn’t admit it.
    Trailing the dildo down her body, she circled each aching
nipple, trembling at the smooth touch. What she really wanted were strong,
work-roughened hands there, the rasp of his skin instead of this slick caress.
    Lower now, until the dildo finally rested against her pussy
and she could murmur the spell to bring it to life. When she opened her eyes,
an image of Vidar knelt on the bed between her spread thighs, his cock
perfectly positioned for his first thrust.
    “Yes.” Jasmina lifted her hips, inviting him in. “Yes.”
    His hips flexed, the warm tip parting the labia, sliding
into her, until she had taken it all. With a rock of her pelvis, Jasmina rubbed
her clit against him, gasping as sensation ricocheted out and into the rest of
her body.
    “Touch my breasts.”
    His huge hands practically covered her torso, the thick
fingers tweaking her nipples to even tighter points. And she was still rocking,
letting the lust build, trying to be carried away by it.
    Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the physical stimuli,
attempted to clear her mind of everything else. It felt good—the tugs on her
nipples, the slide of her clit against the hardness. Being penetrated, knowing
as soon as she was ready she’d be properly fucked.
    But there