I set down one of the cups and put my knuckles under her chin. “My regalia. You’re such a hungry little thing.” “Exclusively for you.” Daji’s hand strokes my bicep, circles around to my back; she cups her palm over a shoulder blade. “Look at you. Your musculature is made to be serviced by my mouth. In prehistoric times you’d be thought a demigod, a hero born of woman and divine flame.” “And you’re an immortal seductress out of myth. The populace would throw themselves into boiling cauldrons if it’d amuse you. You would be declared the most gorgeous in all the land.” I cradle her jawline. It’s
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