Let there be Smut! Okay, Artful Smut is out for today. I had to call in Emotionally Needy, Deceptive Smut. Before reading, get a glass of ice water. Just in case your computer starts to overheat from reading this stuff.

"How did you come to look like this? Is it natural, or did you rip this body out of my dreams?" Varian's voice shook with his desire. The hands touching Fox's shoulders to draw down her arm. Then trailing to hold one breast in his hand. Feeling it's full weight, before dropping his head to the silken mounds. The hot mouth working over sensitive skin.

She purred with an immediate reaction. Fox breathed deep the scent of him. It was intoxicating. One hand trailing her fingers through Varian's long hair. The moment his tongue touched the hard nipple, she locked her grip to a tight pulling hold. A swift cry escaping her as she rocked against him. Feeling the proof of his desire against her stomach.

Varian let his hands drop lower along her sides. Slowly working his mouth lower seeking to invoke reactions from Fox she didn't want to give. The gentle trail sending shivers over her skin. Kisses drifting along the flat plane of her stomach. A gentle nip to the skin of her bellybutton before he moved lower still.

Fox cried out. Every fiber of her being tingling. What little strength and focus she possessed was used struggling to keep herself upright. The brown eyes disappearing under thick lashes.

Varian's hand's moving to cup the firm curves of her bottom. Lifting her higher against him. The sound of her breathing becoming erratic, only making him more bold in his wicked pursuit. He was full of smug satisfaction as she quivered in response to his efforts. Varian basked in her inability to deny him anything when he had her like this. Fox was completely at his mercy, and at the moment he had none. All his attention only for her. Wanting nothing more then to make her burn, like had promised in the arena.

And burn she did. Reaching out her hands to steady herself on him. The feeling of her hand pulling hard on his hair, as she cried out in panting sobs signaling his victory. The stinging pain of her nails across his shoulder was only a war wound. He almost hoped it would scar, so that he could relive this moment every time he looked in a mirror.

Pulling back so that he could look up at her. He smiled almost innocently, "You always seem to climax up way to fast. I'm a bit afraid that it maybe something I have done?"

Fox groaned at his humor. Prideful, ego ridden, monster of villainous lust! She closed her eyes and thanked the Light there was only one of him in existence anymore. The mere thought of how she would react with two of him. The smallest inkling of the idea almost made her lose her composure again.

Varian wiped his mouth coming to his feet. "Do you have any idea how sweet you are?"

He watched as she turned bright red. "Oh! I was speaking of your personality, you are a bad girl." Then his eyes dropped to her lips, "But then, since your mind went there, I suppose I can share."

Varian's mouth moved against hers again. The taste of him mixed with hers. He dropped an arm under her legs. Lifting her high against him, and moving to settle her on the bed. The kiss broke as he put a hand on her shoulder to gently lean her back. "I may have just reached my limit in playing with you."

The blue eyes meeting brown as he laid claim to her body. She panted and cried out. Lost to the amnestic passion she was seeking. So lost she didn't see a trap had been sprung against the wily Fox. One she had effectively evaded for years.

Varian was of another mind. He knew full well what he was about. Fulfilling his duty to his ancestors and an ancient line in the most pleasurable of ways. But this was just the start, when it came to Eloise Lothar. There was so much more he had planned for them.