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own."
    He winced inwardly.
He was smoother than this. Truth be told, he did not engage in conversation
with any woman. He usually had his cock and his fangs plunged into the woman's
body simultaneously and there was no need for talk at all.
    Pulling her in front
of him, he wrapped his arms around her. Having her nestled between his spread
legs and against the part of him that ached caused a yearning shudder to ripple
down his spine. A low husky groan escaped her lips. She leaned her head back
against his chest and fit perfectly under his chin. She felt magnificent, as if
she belonged here in his embrace.
    Tristan couldn't stop
himself. He brushed his lips on her neck. His fangs lengthened slightly. The
reaction felt strange for he did not want or need blood. This only happened
once before with Georgiana. To have the fangs lengthen for no reason gave away
more than any words of love or act of sex. Any Vampire or anyone with Vampire
blood could experience this. His head snapped back in shock. His tongue moved
over the canines. They were long, sharp and fully extended.   Another indication of finding one's mate was
by scent. Damn, at the pub her enticing, unique scent filled his senses.   The alluring aroma never left him.
    "Do that again,
Tristan," she murmured.
      He didn't dare but after a few moments
hesitation he did, careful to keep his lips closed about his teeth. Good Christ,
she tasted as effervescent and sweet as chilled champagne. His lips pulled back
and his fangs lightly grazed her skin. She moaned louder. He turned her
slightly, laid her back across his lap and balanced her on his arm. His other
hand stroked her cheek and touched her lips. He did this until the fangs
retracted. It was then he captured her mouth in his, not giving her a moment to
react.   With total domination he ravished
her mouth in a way he wanted to ravish the very feminine part of her. Her
arousal was potent and filled his senses. She wanted him and that just urged
him on in his plunder. Piratical past, indeed.
    Katrina groaned and
ground her luscious, shapely ass into his hardened cock. Tristan's mind was
swimming and lost in lust, rational thought all but erased. He wanted to free
his shaft and thrust it into her, pound and drill her into the sand until she
came apart. His breathing became ragged and he began to move his hips. He was
losing control. He never lost control and he wouldn't lose it here on this
piece of beach. He pulled his head back and broke the connection. He could
barely catch his breath. Katrina lay across his hips, limp. Jesus, was she
unconscious? Did he kiss her into stupefaction?
    Tristan exhaled and
tried to get control as he observed her eyelids flutter open. Her blue-gray
eyes looked up in wonder at him. The reaction was understandable for he had it
as well. The kiss was a shock. Earth-shattering and a real eye-opener. Tristan
did not desire this kind of connection at all and he should toss her aside and
leave. He was almost tempted to do so but she reached up with her small,
delicate hand and stroked his cheek tenderly. It was his undoing. He grabbed
the hand and kissed her palm with all the passion that roared through his soul.
Those long buried emotions crawled out from behind his protective fence, need
and want for more than sex. For companionship and love. His mate. His.
    His fangs extended
again and her scent all but drowned his senses. So it was true, Katrina was his
mate. After Georgiana, he thought he would never find love again. His father,
of course, told him he was being maudlin. What if she didn't feel the same? He
took her hand and gently laid it by her side. In one effortless move, he sat
her upright in front of him again and held her close. Neither spoke as they
watched the sun settle down over the ocean. The still water glittered like
diamonds. He nuzzled her neck and then rested his chin on top of her head.
Serenity. Joy. Comfort. Love. He hadn't even felt an inkling of any of these
emotions since