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to face her. “You have all eternity for regrets, my pet. Don’t let them ruin this for you.”
    Untangling my legs from the bed sheets, I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. She met me halfway, making my peck into a passionate kiss. No matter how much I kissed her—how much I tasted her—I couldn’t get enough. Her lips, tongue and even her skin were just as sweet as if she were still human. And the fact that we were both the same temperature with the same blood in our veins made this even more real.
    “I don’t ever want this to end,” she murmured, brushing my cheek until her hand finally settled against the back of my neck, as if to continue her earlier thought. Don’t ever leave me .
    I never will. ” It won’t end unless you want it to.”
    “And why would I want a thing like that?” she huffed, smiling when I attempted to give her ‘the look’.
    “Safe words. You may have changed skins and have a slower heartbeat, but the rules are still in place. You want this to end, all you have to do is ask.”
    She licked at my bottom lip. “Does that mean you’re stuck with me until I do?”
    “I suppose it does.”
    “Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”
    Holy hell, it might have been because of how new she was to all things vampire related, but I swear, she had more energy during her infancy than I had. And here I’d thought getting some rest would be an option. I was dead wrong. Days would come and go, but this? This new, insatiable hunger? I had to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.
    She was the first one to move, kicking off the covers and growling under her breath when they latched on to her ankles. I sympathised, and while I could’ve used the bed sheets as a new form of bondage, I decided that wasn’t a game I wanted to play. Not when she was this strong. This hungry.
    I reached for the bottom of the bed and tossed the covers to the floor, tickling Kassy’s feet as I went. She groaned from somewhere above my head, and before I could react she had me pinned to the floor. I glared at her, only to find she was wearing the same expression. She smirked as I pulled her down to my chest, and when she finally let her guard down, I rolled to my side, changing our positions.
    “Weren’t expecting that, were you?” I asked, leaning in to bite at her neck.
    “Who’s to say this wasn’t the plan all along?”
    She winced, possibly from the floorboards under her back, and I helped her to her feet. In that same instant, she pushed her body to mine, forcing me to back into a wall. Someone groaned. A vase fell off an end table. Grabbing at whatever flesh I could find, I finally settled on her hair. I curled my fingers in her hair. Tugged on it. She yelped but didn’t pull away.
    I bit down on her neck, and she did the same to mine. Trapped in one another’s arms and drugged by our own blood, we danced from one side of the room to the other, completely avoiding the bed. At one point, I tripped over someone’s shoes. Kassy grunted when I pressed her against the door to our room. She lifted my chin. Kissed me on the lips.
    If there was ever a better way to deliver both pleasure and pain at the same time, I had yet to hear about it. My bite drew just enough pain to give Kassy the high she was used to having back in the club, and when I squeezed one of her breasts, she wasn’t the only one who gasped.
    I did it again, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until her back arched away from the door. Securing myself by keeping a hand at the small of her back, I used the other to caress her cheek. Her neck. Her breasts. I paused before I could reach her clit. Her breaths were shallow, and if I hadn’t had my ear right next to her lips I probably wouldn’t have heard her almost silent plea. “Hurry. Please hurry.”
    Normally I’d be the one to set the pace, but I wanted this just as much as she did. I brushed my fingers against her clit down to her pussy lips. I moaned at the moisture I found