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in the forest, your body weak and carrying my son.”
    No matter the role he played with Keldwyn, now the possessiveness was there in full force, his reminder of the claim he’d put upon her that no other male ever had. It got her even hotter. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you,” he said. “Except let you leave me behind again. You'll have to kill me to do that. You
will
kill me if you do that.” Since she knew it was the truth, it was like a knife twisting hard in her heart, tempering the moment with far more than violent lust and predatory games. That knife was always there, ready to stab her with the likelihood of losing him in the dangerous life they led.
    But she didn’t want to give herself to painful sentiment. She didn’t want the softening of his mouth, the compassion in his eyes as he registered her feelings. It wasn’t tenderness she craved right now. If things weren’t going to go her way in this, she was going to exact a price for it.
    He recognized her shift, whether through vampire mind games, his own intuition or the fact they seemed to share the same soul. The softness disappeared into a far more feral expression as he bared sharp fangs at her. Crimson light glinted in his eyes.
    “Show me that upper hand, my lady. Do your worst.”
    He was irresistible, the beautiful layers of muscle, firm skin, blood and bone. The heat of an aroused male. Sliding behind him, she put her knee on the bench. Reaching through the cross pieces, she threaded her hands beneath his T-shirt. She started at his armpits, enjoying the sense of those layers over his rib cage, down to his waist. Because of his stretched position, the jeans had fallen lower so she could tease the bare hip bone. From the very beginning, she’d liked that look and preferred him without underwear. Knowing that, he honored her desire as often as possible. She couldn’t see his front, but it was a familiar path, her knuckles following a straight line from his hip bone to the upper thigh, though the line was disrupted by his arousal, the fabric straining.
    It made her press her lips together, wanting to taste. She thought about letting her fingers wander over to stroke that engorged organ. Instead, she drew back and changed her target. The leaves brushed her forearms as she found his lower back with both hands. Pressing her thumbs into the shallow valley there, she dropped her grip to his ass, sliding into the loose hold of the jeans to take hold of the firm buttocks and squeeze. His muscles flexed in reaction, tension strumming up his thighs.
    “You are the most beautiful man,” she murmured.
    “In my dreams about you, I’m still fully vampire. I have you stretched and chained on a table before me, naked and vulnerable. I’ve torn into your flesh, devouring you bite by bite as if I’m a ravenous monster. I bathe in your blood, shuddering with desire, and then the blood becomes tendrils like these vines, winding around me, my limbs, my throat, binding me to you…”
    Rising onto her knees, she reached through higher openings to settle her grip below where the vine collared him. Her fingers teased the strong column of his throat, knowing how erogenous a zone it was for both a vampire and servant. “I drown and shatter at once, dying from the pleasure, the lack of air.”
    “My lady.” His rough voice betrayed a need matching hers.
    “You understand the meaning of the dream. We will die together, because we are the same being.
    The hunger will never abate. Knowing that truth doesn’t make me accept putting you in danger any more gracefully, Sir Vagabond.”
    “Then you know how I feel, my lady. Come be one with me. If I don’t get inside you, I’m going to die right here, right now.”
    It gave her a painful smile, even as her inner muscles contracted eagerly, wanting the same. She slipped off the bench. Despite her urgency, she stepped out far enough that he could watch her as she approached him straight on. The sway of her hips,