Kanza Morris has been in a stand-off with Death for centuries. As an immortal necromancer, she is beyond Death's dominion. As a woman, she finds him far too alluring. Their game of cat and mouse comes to a head when Kanza refuses to give him a life he came to collect. It is a line she has never crossed, and he demands retribution. A death for a death. But it is not her life he desires, but that thing they call the little death. Because even Death has his appetites.
He gently stroked the side of her neck with his thumb and her resistance broke. Kanza surged toward him. His hands caught her around the upper thighs just beneath the curve of her ass and jerked her hips against his hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hers desperately, needy in a way she had never let herself be.
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