Bab 69: Harem like the lust God

Clary leaned in, pressing her ear against the cold pantry wall, straining to catch every whisper of the conversation on the other side.

Ducan's eyes flickered with annoyance. His voice barely above a whisper, he spoke with a coldness that sent a shiver down the blond woman's spine. "I don't have time for your games, Diti. Your admirers may be enchanted by your charms, but I have more pressing matters to attend to. I suggest you return to where you came from before I lose my patience." 

She brushed aside the frostiness in his voice and spoke. "It feels like an eternity since you last called me Diti. Do you remember those old times when you screamed my name Diti and climaxed inside me? That's your favourite name." She ran her tongue over his lips sensually as she took his hands and guided them to her waist. "Please take me."