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It had been far, far too long since Thancred had seen his on-again, off-again lover, M’hana. Despite the closeness she shared with Xander, the Warrior of Light, the Exarch’s summoning spell failed to bring her to the First with him. He’d all but forgotten the taste of her berry-stained lips, the feel of her bounteous breasts pressing against his chest.
He groaned as she laid the levin-laced tip of her dagger against his collarbone. Gods. In those five years, he’d almost forgotten that this cat had claws. Thancred’s fingers bunched in the bedsheets, his wrists lashing against his bonds as she dragged the tip of the knife down over his chest, drawing a faint line of blood. Then another, and another.
The slit pupils of her sapphire eyes dilated, her ears twitching in excitement as her delicate blade-work painted the whole of his chest with a thin coat of red. Her white, fluffy tail flicked back and forth, as leisurely as the cat that had gotten the cream.
And frankly, by Thancred’s reckoning, this cat would soon get the cream if she didn’t let up with her torturous, slow knife strokes. She drummed the nails of her free hand down his bleeding chest as she put the tip of her dagger to her lips. As her tongue flicked out to savor the tang of his aether-deprived blood, she purred in satisfaction, her thighs tightening their grip around his hips.
“Sadistic little minx.” Thancred groaned, bucking his, alas, still-clothed hips against hers. “Gods, I’ve missed you. Missed your touch, the pain you give-!”
He found his words cut off as she shoved her now-sheathed dagger lengthways into his mouth. He bit down on the tough leather with an indignant groan as she shifted in place over his cock.
“Oh, I’m well aware how much ye’ve missed me, love.” M’hana trilled, leaning down to press kiss after kiss to the cuts now scabbing over. “And I intend to carve out me pound of pleasures of the flesh for each year ye dallied about without me.” Her textured tongue traced the path of her knife between each successive word. “All. Five. Of. Them.”
Thancred groaned, his cock straining against his pants and his eyes rolling back in his head. Gods. It was going to be a long night.