Darkness Within
Daemon 1
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Lady Maris turned her head toward the large, freestanding mirror. "You may go now."
Heero Yuy slipped out pf bed and began dressing slowly, tauntingly, fully aware that she watched him in the mirror. She always watched the mirror when he serviced her. He wished he could kill her. Did she pretend that the man in the mirror actually cared about her, that her climax aroused him?
Stupid bitch.
Maris stretched and sighed with pleasure. "You remind me of a wild cat, all silky skin and rippling muscles."
Daemon slipped into the white silk shirt with a smirk. A savage predator? That was a fair enough description. If she ever annoyed him beyond his limited tolerance for the distaff gender, he would be happy to show him his claws. One little one in particular.
Maris sighed again. "You're so beautiful."
Yes, he was. His face was a gift of his mysterious heritage, aristocratic and too beautifully shaped to be called merely handsome. He was tall and broad-shouldered. He kept his body well toned and muscular enough to please. His voice was deep and cultured, with a husky, seductive edge to it that made women go all misty-eyed. His cobalt eyes and thick black and unruly hair were not typical of any of Terreille's three long-lived races, but his warm, golden-brown skin was a little lighter than the Hayllian aristos- more like the Dhemlan race.
His body was a weapon and he kept his weapons well honed.
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Now that sounds like Heero. Keeping his weapons well honed! Hell yah!