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        Justthememoryofhowshe''dfeltaroundhimmadehimhardenagain.Athisage,thatwasnothingshortofamiracle.

        "What...areyou?"hemuttered,moretohimselfthantoher.

        Reyaletoutalowchuckle,hervoicehuskywithdarkamusement."Don''tyouwanttoexperiencetherealme?"

        Sheslowlystretchedhernewlyfreedleg,lettingthechainaroundheranklechime—adeliberate,tantalizingrhythm.

        Theairhummedwithherscent:faint,sweetyetedgedwithdecay,likewildflowersjustbeginningtorot.Itcoiledthroughtheroom,restlessandintoxicating.

        Themanslowlybecameawareofit—hisheartbeathadfallenintosyncwiththerhythmicswayofherchains.Evenhisthrobbingerectionnowbobbedinperfecttimewiththathypnoticcadence.

        Thememoryofbeinginsideherjustmomentsagoswirledthroughhismind,minglingwiththefloraldecayintheairuntilitbecameahurricaneobliteratingallreason.

        Reyapartedherthighs.Inthefeveredglowofhisgaze,theglisteningcleftbetweenherlegspulsedlikeamurmuringmouth,beckoning.

        "Come,"shebreathed,thewordsbarelymorethanasigh."CometastewhatIreallyam."

        Likemorningdew,likesacredchrism,asingledropletofiridescentfluidgatheredatherentrance,thenslowly,tauntinglytraileddownward.

        Themanagerfeltlikeatravelerwho''dcrawledthroughdesertsfordays,histongueparchedtocracking.Dazed,hestumbledforwardintimewiththechains''rhythm,sinkingtohiskneesbetweenhersplayedlegs.

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