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off, tossing away one and then the other. They landed with a thud, and he went to work on her pants, unbuttoning them once more and stripping them down her legs.
    “I’m not going to make love to you.”
    Something inside her went a little cold as he lifted his head and stared at her, his eyes swirling, shifting, alien in his handsome face. Thick locks of golden blond hair tumbled into his face, and he tossed them aside as he let her step out of her pants and panties.
    He stood slowly, so slowly she could feel the passage of his breath over her body like a warm caress. “I can’t,” he whispered, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt and gripping it, slowly peeling it upward. “Not this first time.”
    She swallowed. Something in his voice had her shivering. There was something almost terrifying in his voice, in his eyes.
    He continued to methodically strip her naked, tossing her shirt aside and then her bra. When she stood naked, he cupped her face in his hands, lowering his lips to kiss her gently. It almost felt like an apology.
    Mike lifted his head, and Leandra felt his eyes move over her, leaving trails of heat in their wake. “Not right now,” he whispered, shaking his head. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you, hard and fast. You’re going to scream, kitten. And then I’ll do it again.”
    That was all the warning she got before he grabbed her. The cool, smooth feel of naked wood pressed into her back as he took her down to the floor, his head moving low. Mike’s mouth closed over the tip of one breast, hot and silken. His hands tore at his clothes; she heard something rip, and the black cloth of the shirt he had been wearing went flying through the air.
    He kept moving downward, his mouth pressing burning, biting kisses against her flesh, hot licks of sensation from her breasts to her sex. His mouth closed over her clit, sucking it into his mouth. As he scraped his teeth lightly over her flesh, she screamed, coming into his mouth in one hard, near-painful climax.
    The harsh, gasping scream that fell from her lips was one of the most lovely, erotic sounds Mike had ever heard. Stiffening his tongue, he thrust it in and out of her convulsing sheath, his hands gripping her hips tight as she bucked under him again.
    “Damn, you’re sweet,” he rasped, circling his tongue around her clit before plunging back inside her pussy, shuddering at the rich, ripe taste of her. Leandra screamed again, and her hands fisted in his hair as she arched her hips upward.
    Mike groaned against her, his fingers biting into her hips. His cock throbbed demandingly. Can’t wait . . . not now . . .
    Shoving to his knees, he tore at the buttons of his fly, shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down in one quick motion. Wedging his hips between her thighs, he caught her face in his hands, staring at her as he pressed against her. “Just the first time, kitten,” he whispered and then he pushed inside her, taking her completely with one deep, rough stroke.
    She was wet; her pussy closed around him greedily, soft contractions squeezing him as he pulled out and sank back inside her again. Her eyes were wide, staring up at him blindly, the full, ripe curve of her mouth parted and open, revealing the delicate point of fang. Kissing her, he used his tongue to trace gently over her fangs before withdrawing just a little and nipping at her lower lip.
    She shuddered under him, the muscles in her sheath flexing and tightening around his cock until he was certain he would come before he had two minutes inside of her.
    Tearing his mouth away, Mike buried his face against her neck. He slid one hand down her body, cupping her ass and lifting her. With harsh, quick thrusts, he shafted her, taking his cue from her desperate screams, hearing her broken pleas with a triumphant pleasure. He moved higher on her body, riding against her clit with each stroke, and settled into a quick, demanding rhythm that had her writhing beneath him.
    As she