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her left upper arm, an area that she had always tried to hide because of the blotch marring her skin that had been present since her birth. “It’s beautiful.”
    “It’s a birthmark,” she whispered, her voice failing her because she was caught up in some sort of magic, some kind of enthrallment.
    “It is my marking. You belong to me.” He put his left arm around her hips, pulling back enough to hold his right arm out from his body.
    Hannah gasped, starring fixedly at his forearm. Dear God! He had the same birthmark. Exactly the same. Except his was sharper, and…glowing.
    “Yours looks exactly the same as mine now. It glows and shimmers, the image more pronounced.”
    She backed away from him, tugging to get free. Stumbling slightly, she escaped because he allowed it, moving until she hit the wall near the door, her face an expression of both horror and astonishment.
    This is not possible. He can’t be reading my mind. We can’t have the exact same mark. He isn’t a vampire. Vampires don’t exist. They don’t. They’re a damn myth. Dracula exists only in fiction, movies and books.
    Daric prowled after her, moving like a tiger stalking prey. For a large man, he was graceful, stealthy.
    “Gah…of course there’s no Dracula. Ridiculous legend, and the books and movies are an insult to all vampires. So much fucking drama that it’s nauseating. You’re in pain. Let me help you.”
    “Stay away from me.” She lifted a hand, trying to keep him at arm’s length as he moved closer.
    “I can’t,” he replied, moving close enough to take her extended hand in his and place it on his chest as he pinned her against the wall.
    Hannah was enveloped in his heat, surrounded by his strength. Involuntarily, her palm opened over his chest, stroking the hot skin that stretched over his massive chest. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” she whispered in a shaky voice, her whole world turned upside down by her reaction to this man, a man who should have had her running from the house screaming, even though they were in the middle of a blizzard.
    “You will. I know you’re confused right now.” His lips nuzzled her temple, and slowly moved lower, savoring the sensitive skin of her neck.
    Her neck arched, giving him access, letting him have anything that he wanted. It was as if her body had completely disconnected from her mind, from her common sense. What if he wants my blood? He thinks he’s a vampire.
    “I’ve already sampled, and although it’s a tempting thought, it’s too soon. And I am a vampire healer,” he rumbled against her skin, his voice amused.
    Kiss me. Touch me. Take me . Please. The simple contact of Daric’s warm lips against Hannah’s flesh heated her entire body. “How in the hell do you do that?” How is he getting into my thoughts?
    As he moved lower, his mouth sliding sensually over the swell of her breasts, she stopped really caring about anything except those roving lips and his pulsating heat surrounding her.
    She shivered as his left hand snaked into the sheet, searching for the opening. Quickly finding what he was seeking, his left hand slipped between the folds of fabric, moving possessively over her right hip. He dropped to one knee in front of her.
    Hannah looked down at him through a sensual fog, her body vibrating with need. Daric’s eyes were closed, his hand moving over her leg, causing heat to rush through every nerve, muscle and bone in her thigh and knee.
    It was over in seconds. Daric rose gracefully to his feet, leaned into her body and murmured into her ear in a husky voice, “I couldn’t decide whether to kiss you or heal you. My healing instinct, the compulsion to heal my mate was stronger. But now I can finally do this.”
    Hannah decided, as his mouth claimed hers, that no one would ever claim Daric Carvillius was timid. He seized exactly what he wanted, and, at that moment, he apparently wanted her. Desperately.
    He commanded…and she