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  Her body was wet for this man ... this mortal man. She opened her eyes and drew her mouth away from his, keeping his lower lip in her mouth until it was stretched before releasing it. Her nails scored his flesh through the boxer-briefs he wore. “Damian,” she answered him with a low growl.

  Their gazes met and she was looking into two pools of purple-blue fire. Her teeth snuck out and captured her lower lip as she watched him stare back at her. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his swollen member as his white underwear sank to the floor along with his suit pants.

  "Yessss,” he hissed in pleasure.

  Up and down, her hand stroked his rigid penis. Her body thrummed with passion and dripped with desire. Touching his cock was a torturous pleasure. The feel of him was spine-tingling and yet she wanted more. So much more.

  Her free hand ran down his chest, raking her nails along his skin through his shirt. Sekhmet was oblivious to the flames that cut through the material, following the touch of her fingers. She could feel the moisture dripping down onto her thighs as her hands caressed him.

  "Goddess, the one he came with is approaching." The voice echoed in her head. Pure fire raged in her eyes before she calmed herself. Now was not the time. So, with barely a blink, she was gone.

  "Damian? Damian.” A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the museum with Angela standing there shaking him. “Are you okay? You look like you were dreaming or something."

  Glancing down his body, Damian was relieved to see he was fully dressed. And yet, very disappointed. He had been so close. He struggled to get his breathing back under control and was amazed his cock was no longer hard and searching for relief. After a few seconds he mumbled, “I'm fine, Angela, thanks for asking. Just lost in this display. Imagining what it truly looked like in ancient Egypt."

  She sidled closer to him. “I was worried you would be with Ms. Seini. I don't like the way she watches you."

  Damian tried not to choke over the thick smell of her perfume. “Angela, I can ‘be with’ anyone I like. You have no claims on me."

  "But I thought we were dating,” she whined.

  "I think we should go.” His body was hard still and he wanted to leave before he embarrassed himself with another dream and actually did remove his clothing.

  "We are alone in a darkened room, Damian,” she purred, moving her hands up his chest. “Surely there is something else you can think of doing."

  There is, but she left. “I don't think so. I am not about to screw you in a room in the museum.” His penis softened at the mere touch of Angela's hand.

  "What about me, Damian?" That seductive voice was back in his head. "Would you fuck me in a museum?"

  "Yes,” he groaned as his erection became full-blown again.

  "Yes, what?” Angela asked as she put a smile on her face.

  I have got to learn to stop carrying on more than one conversation at a time. “Just yes, I think we should be going. I have a lot to do before Monday."

  Damian noticed the anger in Angela's gaze every time Amenitré was mentioned. Anger transformed his companion into an ugly woman. The walk back to Angela's car was done in silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

  * * * *

  Expelling a huge sigh of relief, Damian shut the door to his apartment behind him. “Damn that woman,” he muttered as he kicked off his shoes. Angela had renewed her efforts all the way back to her place to get him to sleep there with her. To have a repeat of this afternoon. But every time she touched him, he fought not to pull away, repulsed. Like I want anyone after having been touched by perfection.

  Leaning against the cool wood of the door, he ran his mind over the events of the evening. “I could have sworn that she had really touched me in that room.” He voiced his belief to the quiet of his apartment.

  "I did."

  Damian felt his heart triple in speed. Her voice was everywhere. “Great, now I am hearing her voice outside my head,” he cursed as he pulled off his tie and marched to his bedroom. He sent the tie sailing towards a chair before sitting to tug off his socks as well.

  "That's because I am here, Damian. All you need to do is open your eyes and look.” There was mild censure in the tone.

  Glancing around his room, Damian groaned in desperation. I'm going crazy. There was nothing to be seen. “I have officially lost it."

  "Come back into the living room,” she ordered.

  Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his dress shirt, he did as commanded. There, leaning up against the wall by his artefact display, stood none other than Amenitré. “How ... you ... here ... how..."

  Her golden eyes ran over his body, and the dirty feel of Angela's touch vanished as the warmth of her gaze caressed him. “I'm here because for some reason, I can't get you out of my head. And we began something in that museum that needs to be finished."

  He took in the fact that she wore a loose fitting red garment. It flowed about her and tantalised him the more he looked at it. There was a diamond of material missing, allowing him to see her belly button and the smooth skin immediately around it. Her hair was still free and settled about her like a cloud.

  "How did you know where I live?” he asked. When she raised a jet black brow, he continued, “What happened at the museum? I don't understand what is going on here.” He was getting frustrated. Fighting the urge to go to her was getting harder and harder.

  Pushing away from the wall, she expelled a breath, showing off her annoyance. “Fine. You really want to know? I'll tell you."

  Damian bit his lip as he saw the deep v-neck of her dress showed off tattoos on her breasts. There was another mark on her arm, but the sleeve concealed the majority of it from him.

  "I want you,” were the only words out of his mouth.

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  Chapter Four

  Slow, even and measured steps brought Amenitré closer to him. Her eyes never left him as she stopped before him. One hand reached out to touch his chin and bottom lip. “Which do you want more? Answers ... or me?"

  "You,” he admitted in a guttural tone.

  "Then you shall have me,” she vowed.

  Damian swept her up in his arms at her words. “Yes, I shall."

  He carried her back into his bedroom, pausing to shut the door behind him with his foot. With tenderness, he placed her on the bed and stood looking at her.

  "I want to undress you,” she said, coming up to her knees.

  Without giving him time to answer, she settled her hands on the hard planes of his chest. His gaze held hers as she slowly undid the buttons that kept his torso from her gaze.

  His golden skin was exposed little by little to her unwavering stare. “Beautiful,” she purred in ecstasy as her nails scored lightly across the firm pectorals. Sliding his shirt back off his strong shoulders, she nibbled on his skin.

  A warm swipe of her tongue across one pebbled nipple and she could feel the corresponding shivers in his body. As his shirt fell to the floor, her hands trailed up his arms only to head back down his muscled upper body. Down until they reached the waist of his black slacks.

  She drew back and watched as she undid the clasp. Slowly and carefully, she moved down the zipper. Pulling the slacks over his lean hips, she allowed them to fall, leaving her facing his white boxer-briefs.

  A frustrated groan slipped from him as she stopped touching him. She stood and moved around him, his body followed. Then she licked her lips once as she settled on her knees before him.

  As she pulled his boxers down, his erection sprung from the thick dark nest of hair. was Her mouth watered with the prospect of enjoying this man more than she had in his dreams. His cock throbbed with a life of its own, the head already covered with a sheen of moisture.

  She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, revelling in the beautiful colour contrast of their skin. Her warm breath landed on the tip of his swollen head. Her second hand joined the first as she caressed the velvet feel of him.

  "Ameni
tré,” he moaned as his hips bucked.

  Her tongue snuck out and swiped across the tip, absorbing his precum and learning his taste. His legs trembled. Again and again, she lapped at him like a cat enjoying a bowl of cream.

  One hand moved to cup his balls. Her nails moved along the sensitive skin, eliciting more intense reactions from him. With one swoop, she took in his whole hard length in her mouth.

  Sucking, licking, and bobbing, she brought him to the edge of an explosive orgasm in no time at all.

  "Please,” he cried to the room.

  She worked his thick cock with her hand as her tongue laved it, her nose teased by the coarse strands of hair he had. The balls in her hand tightened and he began moving his hips and cock deeper and more powerfully into her mouth.

  "I'm about there,” he uttered in a gravely voice.

  She drew on him faster, her saliva keeping him wet. Centuries of knowledge allowed her to be confident she knew the perfect combination of pressure to apply for him to find maximum pleasure. Still, she remained silent.

  With a grunt followed by a harsh shout, Damian came deep within her throat. Her hands were on his hips, holding him in place as she continued to drink what he offered her willing mouth. His hands stayed buried deep in her thick hair, telling her she was where he wanted her.

  Damian pulled her up. His body still felt electrified as he touched her face. “My turn to undress you,” he promised.

  Licking her lips again, Amenitré blinked slowly. Her gaze followed his hands as they reached for the ties of her dress. First the right one fell open, then he moved to the left. When he undid that one, the dress pooled at her feet. She was bare before him.

  Damian felt his penis swell instantly. The woman before him took his breath away. There was no way he could have imagined this in his dreams. Her skin was that same shade of perfect brown all over. In fact, her body was perfect. His eyes lingered on her full, pert breasts and took in the pattern that was over them.

  "Rosettes?” he mumbled to himself as he reached out to touch the globes that called to his hands. Lifting them, he found they fit his hands like a glove tailored just for him. The nipples were dark chocolate in colour and he leaned in to taste one. Her skin tasted exotic. Damian couldn't identify it, all he knew was he craved more.

  Each tug he gave her tight nipple was echoed by a moan of appreciation. She quivered beneath his touch. His tongue laved a path between her breasts before he sucked on the other one, administering to it lovingly. Her skin had a sweet taste to it and he knew he could feast on her for days and be totally content.

  Slipping one strong arm behind her, Damian lowered her to his bed. “You are so beautiful, Amenitré. Just like a goddess,” he murmured into her neck.

  "Damian,” she whimpered.

  "Yes, my goddess. I'm right here."

  His mouth teased her skin as it moved down her shoulder and over to the toned muscle of her upper arm. He pulled back and looked at the mark on her skin. If it was a tattoo, it was unlike any he had seen before. It seemed almost like it was branded into her skin. The detail was intricate and he wanted to spend more time looking at it, but right now, he had other things on his mind. So he passed the falcon's head surrounded by a sun disk.

  His lips trailed kisses down the outside of her left arm and back up the inside. “Your skin is like silk.” Then the same attention was paid to her right side. She trembled under his evocative touch.

  Sitting up, Damian stared at the woman lying beneath him. She was naked except for her jewellery and exotic tattoos; he knew he would never find anyone more perfect in his lifetime. Thick lashes opened and her golden gaze was on him, entreating him to continue with his quest.

  Reaching out, he traced the shape of her hourglass body, memorising it, committing the real thing to memory. Moving up to lay beside her, he kissed her. His mouth covering hers masterfully as he expressed his feelings to her.

  She put his hand on her hip as she turned into his body. Damian got the message and slid his hand around to cover the mound at the juncture of her thighs. Her hair was neatly trimmed and soft as angora.

  While his tongue danced with hers, he slipped two fingers into her wetness. So easily they entered her heat only to be gripped tightly by her body. Amenitré arched her hips to allow him deeper access. Rolling her onto her back, Damian allowed his fingers to pleasure her as his mouth latched onto one of her full breasts.

  "Damian,” she moaned as her body moved in time with his plunging fingers.

  His cock twitched painfully as her muscles clenched at his fingers, hugging them, milking them. “Come for me, baby,” he ordered as he increased the speed of his hand.

  Her hands dug into his hair, holding him closer to her breast as she obeyed his order with a scream. Strong legs tightened around his wrist as she rose off the bed with the force of her orgasm.

  Damian almost came at the sound of her release, but he forced it back under control and focused back on the beauty beside him. Kissing a path down her flat stomach, he pulled his fingers out, only to replace them with his mouth. His tongue drove home inside her, as deep as it could, lapping up her succulent taste.

  He put his knees on the floor and dragged her down the bed so her thighs were over his shoulders. Then he began to feast upon the bounty before him.

  Licking. Nibbling. Sucking.

  Damian soon had her writhing on the bed, crying his name. He wanted to enter her, but first he wanted to taste her release. Capturing the little nub in his mouth, he rolled it around with his tongue. Growling low in the back of his throat, he vibrated it and as he felt her legs tightening around his ears, he knew it was almost time. One more pull and he released it, drove his tongue deep within her and sent her over the edge.

  She came hard and he was there to take it all.

  Before she could come down from her high plane, Damian moved up her body and slipped his erection deep into her with one stroke. Both of them hissed at the contact.

  He looked down upon her. “Okay?” he asked. Her gaze slowly rose to meet his and she nodded. “You are so tight around me,” he admitted with a groan.

  "Please,” she begged as her hips began to move, withdrawing him from her heat.

  "Wait a sec; let me get some control back. I don't want this to end as quickly as it did in my dreams."

  "Damian?"

  "What, Amenitré?” He surged forward, driving back into her.

  Damian looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had her lower lip caught in her perfect white teeth. She appeared almost ethereal as she lay beneath him. Slowly her lids opened and he saw it took a moment for her eyes to come into focus on him; they had been flickering like flames. He wanted to ask her about it but none of it mattered as she stared at him, her gaze making him feel like she covered him with a warm velvet blanket.

  "Was there something you wanted to ask me?” His hips moved again.

  Wordlessly she shook her head. Instead she lifted her legs and latched them behind his back. Damian understood. He moved within her until he felt her tighten around his penis.

  The second his swollen cock entered her, she had to bite her tongue to control her emotions. No other lover had come close to making her lose control. Even so, Sekhmet had to reach out with her mind and douse the fire that had begun.

  Tell him! her mind yelled.

  "Damian?” She knew it came out as a question.

  "What, Amenitré?” His deep voice was by her ear as he ploughed forward until he could go no farther. Her eyes closed with pleasure and when she opened them, she was speechless.

  The raw emotion on Damian's face struck her silent. She didn't need to use power to understand or read the depth of his feelings for what they were sharing.

  "Was there something you wanted to ask me?” His gaze moved like warm velvet over her face as he moved within her again. She shook her head as her strong legs lifted around his back.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  Damian moved within her lik
e the sweetest music. The need to cry overwhelmed her. Each stroke sent currents through her body. Her nipples were tight; if she could feel pain, she would say they were painfully so.

  His chest hair teased her sensitive breasts. He wrapped a hand deep into her hair as the speed of his hips increased. His face, covered in a light dusting of stubble, abraded her skin as he nibbled on her neck and shoulder.

  Her body clenched around him as he guided her along the path to euphoria. As his teeth bit lightly on one earlobe, he muttered words of love.

  Legs tightened every time he pulled back. Deep inside her, connected to her was how she wanted to keep him. Forever. As her fingers raked across his shoulders, she licked the sweat from the side of his neck. It heightened her pleasure as his taste was imprinted on her soul. Her hips lifted more to bring him in even deeper.

  Everywhere his callused hands touched showed her a wealth of emotion she hadn't ever experienced before.

  "That's right, baby.” His voice was liqueur smooth. “Let me hear your screams of pleasure."

  Biting her lip, Sekhmet was shocked. She hadn't realized she was doing that.

  "Let it go, baby,” he coaxed. His fist tightened in her hair as his tongue swiped across her jugular. “Don't hold back from me. I want all of you."

  She felt the shockwaves rock through her as his teeth replaced his tongue. “Give it to me, my goddess."

  Fire licked her body as she felt herself launch off the edge into an endless open plane of pleasure. Sekhmet tightened her muscles and came with a rush that momentarily blinded her. So far gone in her lust she never heard or recognized her own cry.

  She exploded around him moments after that and took him with her as she milked him. With a shout to the room, Damian drove deep within her one last time and exploded, covering her womb with his seed as his loud yell echoed hers.

  Extremely well rested, Damian rolled over with every intention of picking up where he left off, exploring the treasures his dream goddess offered. The bed next to him was empty.

  "It couldn't have been a dream,” he complained as he climbed out of bed and slid on a pair of sweats.