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care. She didn’t care.
    “I want to run off into the sunset with you,” she said,
though in truth she had little idea of what that actually meant. It just
sounded good in between kisses all over his face and throat and everywhere,
just everywhere.
    “Oh God, Serena, listen…”
    “I know you want me. I want you—so badly.”
    “Serena, seriously, seriously—we need to talk about this. I
know I said I could control myself but the truth is, I don’t know if—”
    “I don’t care. Lord, you taste so good…”
    He grabbed a hold of her then. Hard.
    “Please don’t kiss me there, don’t!”
    And then quite suddenly she was on her back, on the bed,
pinned there like a bug. Him over her, all tense-faced and feral-eyed, hands
circling her wrists, body like an iron bar.
    Jesus, he was strong all right. Had she thought he’d be
strong? Yeah, he was stronger than that. She’d barely even felt him move or
push her…or anything at all, really. He’d just done it as though she weighed
nothing and took no effort at all.
    And yet weirdly, she wanted to say something no sane person
probably would.
    “It’s okay. I trust you.”
    His breathing slowed a little then. She could see the color
blooming in his eyes, again.
    “I know you won’t hurt me. Is that what you’re worried
about? That you’ll hurt me? I know you won’t,” she said, and in response he
shuddered from head to toe. It felt sort of like she’d pressed herself up
against some heavy machinery, when he did so.
    “You can’t know that. You don’t know what it’s like when you
kiss me or touch me— I thought it would make things easier, make me relaxed
around your arousal, but it doesn’t. It just makes things worse and I’m scared
I’ll do something bad if you touch me there again.”
    He’d loosened his grip on her wrists, so it didn’t take much
to just pull her hand free and run it over his scar, lightly.
    “You mean here?”
    His eyes turned to slits and he did something both thrilling
and terrifying. He parted his lips in some kind of pretense at a bite, like an
animal showing that it could, if it wanted to—like the motion of the thing
without actually doing it.
    And his eyes looked suddenly pale again. Pale and unearthly.
    “Yes, there.”
    “Is it sensitive?”
    “God, very. Very. I think I could come just having you touch
it like that.”
    “Like this?”
    “Mmmm, yes.”
    He made the little bite motion again, this time close to her
stroking hand. And it felt awful to be so turned-on by him moving that way, by
his body over hers and everything about him so suddenly animalistic, but it
couldn’t be denied. She wanted the very thing the rest of her race so abhorred.
    “How about when I touch you here?”
    It was a joy and a pleasure to run her hand down over his
body, truly it was. But God, the feeling that ran through her when she took
hold of his stiff dick…
    The tip felt so slick—enough to make her wonder if maybe
he’d had one go around already. If maybe he’d spent the time before she arrived
stroking himself, or possibly rubbing himself against the mattress or his
pillow or just anything, really, anything at all to make himself spurt like a
fountain.
    The way he was probably going to right now. His flesh felt
searing hot and so swollen, all the silky skin around his shaft as taut as a
drum.
    And then he said, “Oh yes, fuck, fuck . Make me come—I
don’t care. Make me come.”
    And she was lost, lost on a tide of him swearing and saying
dirty words and begging her to do bad things.
    “Tell me you want me.”
    “I do. I do so much. Jesus.”
    “Tell me you want to be inside me,” she said, while stroking
him just right, just enough to get him into that teeth-baring, red-faced,
agonized sort of state.
    “Oh no, I can’t, we can’t—what if I hurt you? What if I bite
you?”
    There was a little hesitation before the word bite—she could
hear it, like the sound of someone swallowing something they didn’t