Page 89 of Death and Desire

The smoke receded, and Anubis’s gold eyes narrowed. “You do not wish for me to transform?”

Violet slid her palm over the ridged planes of his abdomen. With the height of this form, she barely reached the middle of his chest. Such difference in size should have terrified her, and yet, it sparked something fierce inside of her. Her hand came to rest on the low-slung belt at his hips.

“I wantyou, Anubis.”

“I do not wish to hurt you.” His hand covered her hand, his fingers dwarfing it.

“You won’t hurt me.” Violet rocked into him, noting the hard ridge against her chest where his cock rested beneath the fabric.

Her eyes widened as his nails slowly receded, leaving blunt fingertips, without altering the rest of his form. He grasped her hand in his and trailed it lower until she brushed his cock through the fabric shielding it from view.

“There are...sizable differences between this and my human form.”

Nothing could have prepared her for such a discovery.

He released her hand, allowing her to trace his length with her fingertips. Her breath caught. His cock was at least as long as her forearm! Khalid had been impressive, but Anubis was unlike anyone she’d ever encountered.

“Enough curiosity, little flower.” He took her by the wrist and withdrew her wandering touch. When he stepped back, putting a few feet of air between them, she groaned in frustration.

“But—”

“Undress for me.” He stood in the dim light, and blood-red moonlight streaming through the open balcony window cast him in a seductive glow. “Slowly.”

Hand trembling, Violet reached for the zipper along her spine. It slipped in her grip, and she fought it until it caught and slid down with ease. The fabric pooled around her waist before she eased it over her hips and down her thighs to lay in a puddle at her feet.

Hunger flashed across his features, and he bared his teeth. It should have been strange, seeing the amalgamation before her—the body of a man hewn from steel and marble with the head of a fierce canine, looking as though he could devour her in a single bite.

And yet, that was exactly what she craved.Him.In all his glory.

When she’d peeled her undergarments free, his gold eyes glinted, his hands balled into fists at his side. She had this effect on him.

Nude, save for stockings and shoes, she stepped free of the discarded garments on the floor and turned just enough to let him see her ass as she bent over to unfasten the straps around her ankles.

He growled, low and deep.

Casting her shoes aside, she focused on rolling down the stockings, then let them slip to the cool marble. It soothed the heat pulsing through her as she took a tentative step toward him.

“Your hair.” His hoarse words made her pause. “Let it down.”

Violet pulled the pins free, letting them fall with softplinkson the marble. The heavy braid fell over her shoulder. She slowly raked her fingers through the tangled auburn mass, freeing curls one by one. Her hair hung low along her back, teasing her skin, brushing the top of her backside. Thick waves lay over her shoulders and across her breasts. Her nipples peaked, sensitive to the air...the light caress...his unwavering gaze.

“Does this please you?” Violet teased, letting her hand drift over her breast and down to her hip.

His response came in a low, throaty growl. He unclasped the banded collar around his neck and drew it away, revealing thick, heavy muscles beneath. The ripple of sinew and power stole her breath. A thud echoed through the room when he dropped the gold piece to the ground.

Then he removed his headpiece. Small tufts of black fur lay where a man’s hair would have been, previously hidden beneath the regal cap. His ears twitched, able to freely move without restriction. He kicked off his sandals with ease and removed his arm braces with an audibleclinkbefore letting them fall to the floor. When he pulled the belt free, Violet held her breath.

The gold band joined the rest of their garments, and he grasped the fold tucked at the crease where his thigh met his torso. In one fluid motion, he ripped it free, and the fabric fluttered to the floor.

Anubis stood tall and proud before her, a statue of perfection, carved of midnight dreams and unspoken desire.

But her gaze rested on his cock, thick and insistent.

There is no way in hell that’s going to fit.

A smirk played on his mouth. “Have you such little faith in me?”

Violet swallowed her pride. “It’s just that—”

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