He didn't have a second to bite back his rage-and relief-before she asked, "Do you want to see what I was imagining?"
Still leaning over him, she turned her hands up and put them side by side in front of his face. The air above them blurred and heated. An illusion began to play on the far wall, like a film on a movie screen.
He parted his lips at what she'd conjured. The scene showed her naked on all fours, with him behind her, clutching her hips as he took her hard from behind.
His lids grew heavy, his jaw slackening. He couldn't look away, instead gazing on for long moments as his shaft stiffened with each beat of his heart. The hatred I he felt toward her was being drowned out by wanting inside her body.
If I could just slake myself, relieve the pressure, then I could think . . .
To imagine claiming her was one thing, to witness it was another. When he saw his shaft buried into her sex, Rydstrom groaned, unable to hold it in. "You toy with things you don't understand. I will lose all control. I could kill you as easily as claim you."
She ignored him. "Would you like to see what I thought of when I climaxed?" The idea of her masturbating her pink bare flesh till she came on her own fingers.. .
Suddenly, the vision changed to show Sabine on her knees before him as he stood. He had his fist in her long
red hair, guiding her head as she sucked his shaft. He bucked into her mouth, clearly on the verge, his head thrown back. She'd imagined this?
She sauntered in front of him, in front of the illusion still playing. He lost his breath; time seemed to slow.
"Sabine?" She was clad in Sorceri dress, the same the ancients of her kind had favored ages ago. She wore an elaborate headdress in gold and silver that might easily have been the crown of a queen. Her hair was in wild plaits, spilling out all around it.