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catch another fantastic glimpse of the carnival.

    Lord Constantine
gripped her chin with firm fingers. He waited until Cassandra
concentrated on him completely. “Do not argue with me, darling.
This is important.”

    “I am not. I
am merely pointing out your warnings are unnecessary. I promise I
will not purposely part from your side.”

    The stiffness
dissolved from his body. “Thank you.” He studied her
upturned face and breathed, “You are especially lovely this
evening. Has it always been so?”

    Cassandra melted in
pleasure. She hoped Lord Constantine would kiss her not on the cheek,
chin, or temple but on the mouth. Cassandra’s heart leapt when
his beautiful mouth descended towards hers. Arching up, she met him
more than halfway. Cassandra swallowed his faintly reproving use of
her name.

    Finally!

    Sweet and luscious,
their kiss blurred the lines between poignant adoration and sharp
lust. Cassandra twined her arms about his neck as he wrapped his
around her waist. Lord Constantine’s mouth seduced hers open.
However, Cassandra’s bold flick of her tongue conquered his.

    She forgot frivolous
amusement and pursued the addictive rush of being able to truly kiss
him. He tasted of everything sweet and right. Cassandra hoped he
enjoyed the sensation of her warm mouth as much as she craved the
feel of his cool touch.

    Fire flicked down.
Cassandra’s thighs shifted, suddenly restless in their confine
of silk stockings and embroidered garters. Uncaring that the car door
still stood open, she toyed with the urge to pull him down upon her.
Cassandra, though innocent in body, knew the natural course of where
their actions could lead.

    She wanted that with
him. Badly.

    Lord Constantine
squeezed her tightly, causing Cassandra’s mouth to open wider.
The vampire took advantage. Feral moans rumbled in Cassandra’s
ears, drowning out the sound of her heart slamming against her ribs.

    They eventually
parted, shaken and looking at the other in amazement.

    “I love you,
Lord Constantine.” Cassandra’s heavy-lidded gaze sought
his. “I love you more than I have loved anything else in the
world. I cannot wait until I get to fully show you what that means.”
She kissed him again, deliberately sliding her tongue against the
razor points of his extended fangs.

    “Cassandra!”
The vampire pulled away but not quick enough to escape the rich taste
of her virgin blood.

    She smiled, aware of
the crimson liquid coating her teeth and lips. “Thank you for
allowing me to share myself with you.”

    Lord Constantine’s
gaze gleamed gold. His lips parted from the heady combination lust
and hunger. He carefully pulled Cassandra towards him. “You
slay me, darling.” Cupping the base of her neck, Lord
Constantine bade her to be still. Cassandra, eager to obey, relaxed
into his large body.

    “I love you,
my lord!” she proclaimed again with a kittenish sigh. Giddy and
flushed desire, Cassandra murmured sweet promises of eternal devotion
while her vampire’s lips feathered over hers. Lord Constantine
thoroughly lapped up all traces of spilled blood. Kissing her a final
time, he rested his temple against hers.

    “I adore you,
Cassandra. If you believe nothing else you must at least believe
that.”

    “I know.”
She smiled and arched up to kiss him again.

    “No, no!”
he admonished. “Let me see your tongue.”

    Cassandra stuck it
out, eyes wide with question. Peering at the pink flesh, Lord
Constantine frowned in concentration. “How much does it hurt?”

    Cassandra closed her
mouth. “It doesn’t.”

    “The cuts look
deep enough to hurt, darling.”

    “I swear it
does not.”

    “Let me heal
it.”

    She clapped her
hands over the bottom half of her face.

    “Cassandra,
darling, you must let me heal your wound.” Lord Constantine
gently tugged her wrists until they fell back into her lap. “I
cannot bear the thought of you suffering unnecessarily.”

    Cassandra remained
mute and shook her