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sensed was just down the hall from her kitchen.
    "Put me down,” she gasped, struggling in his arms. “I'm no lightweight. You're going to pull something if you keep carrying me."
    "You're not heavy. Besides, you feel ... right in my arms."
    She sighed and seemed to melt into his chest, almost as if she were becoming one with him. Christ, what the hell was he thinking? This was a human. He despised humans. Hated them. Yet he liked the way this one felt. The way she tasted. The way her sex seemed to beckon him.
    "We really should be fixing the rest of your wound. It's started to bleed again."
    Any thoughts toward hating this human flew right out of his head when he heard her whispered words, so full of concern, and felt the gentle, probing touch of her fingertips.
    "No,” he commanded as he found her bedroom. “Never mind the wound."
    "You're not much of a talker, huh?"
    "No.” Laying her down on the bed which was covered in the same mound of white bedding as Mary's bed had been, Gadriel stood and stared down at the beautiful sight of Nadira's pink flushed body. She was lush, curved in all the right places. Shell pink nipples stood at attention, and he couldn't stop staring, or thinking how damn much he wanted to take her breasts into his mouth and taste and lave, watching his tongue traversing over her pale skin, then flicking over her taut nipples.
    "I want to taste you,” he blurted. “Everywhere. I want to get inside you, in every place I can.” She stiffened, and he saw that her eyes went wide. Christ, he was frightening her. “Sorry,” he muttered, wiping his hand through his hair as he tore his gaze from her body.
    "Don't be,” she said and heard her move. Felt her body's heat as she came to her knees on the bed. He was on top of her before she could breathe. His hands and lips were everywhere, her jaw, her throat, the rounded curves of her breasts.
    "Please.” Her voice was hoarse as she guided his mouth to her breast. “I can't explain it. I.... I don't do this, pick up strangers, and take them home. I don't have sex with strangers. But you ... you don't feel like a stranger to me. And I need ... I need this, the feel of you inside me."
    It was the same for him, this overwhelming drive to take to her—this human. He was beyond rational thought, beyond reminding himself that he supposedly despised her kind. All he could think about was how warm and soft she was, how sweet she smelled to him, and how damn much he needed to be inside her.
    Filling his hands with both breasts, he watched the expression of pleasure cross her face. Their gazes met and he very purposely skimmed both thumbs across her nipples so that he could watch her eyes widen and her tongue come out to wet her lip.
    "You take my breath away, Nadira.” He tried to stem the words, to hide from the strange, new feelings bubbling inside him. Unable to resist the temptation she offered when she filled his palms with soft flesh, he pressed forward, nuzzling the valley of scented skin. Her nipple was scant inches from his mouth and he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, first in short flicks, then in slow, languorous circles. His cock grew to massive proportions, and he drove it against her belly as he sucked her nipple greedily into his mouth. She sucked in a breath, as if it were painful, but she followed it up with a moan and he knew that what he was doing brought pleasure to both of them.
    Her hand slid down between their moulded bodies. Her palm flattened against the fly of his jeans, and he closed his eyes allowing himself the pleasure of imagining her small hand surrounding him, pumping his thick shaft slowly until he could stand the torture no longer.
    Tearing open the button of his jeans, she freed his cock into her palm. Gripping him, she stroked him, and he bit tenderly at her nipples as he let out a long groan.
    He felt his cock stiffen, felt a change in his lower body, and instinctively he moved his hips away from her. She followed