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to kiss you now,” he said.
    Only when she whispered her consent did he lean down and press his lips against hers. Softly at first, barely even a touch. But the sweet scent of her was in his nose, her nipples hard against his chest, her thighs pliant against his, and soon he had to have more. He licked at her, and her lips eagerly parted. His tongue glided past their teeth to intertwine with hers.
    He’d had her blood, but he’d never had her mouth. To his delight, this was even better. Sweeter, headier, not for living or healing or even to relieve hunger, but simply for pleasure. It was addictive, and he wondered how he’d gone without this for so long.
    Tentatively, she tangled her hands in his hair. And at first, her tongue was hesitant against his. Seeking, as if she wasn’t sure what to do with it. But the more he explored her mouth, the bolder she became. Soon their teeth were banging together, their bodies writhing against each other. Sweat was beading over his skin, his blood heating as though lava flowed in his veins.
    â€œGoing to…suck your…breasts now,” he managed to say between pants. “Like that?”
    â€œYes. Yes.” She, too, was panting. She, too, was sweating. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrashing from side to side.
    I did that . Pride filled him as he lowered his head, fitting his lips around one tight little pearl. He laved it with attention before turning to the other one—careful, so careful to deliver pleasure without any sting.
    When he kissed his way down her stomach, she quivered and gasped his name.
    â€œStop?” he asked. Would be difficult, but he would find a way.
    â€œMore.”
    Thank the gods. Never had he been more determined in his life. He would know this woman, every inch of her. Nothing would be prohibited. Body, mind…soul. Mouth watering, he licked between her legs. Wet, wild, wanton.
    A memory of doing this very thing to the demon queen slipped into his mind. He’d once hated this act—until he’d tried it on Nola on that island. Oh, how he had enjoyed doing so, which had shocked him. Since then, he’d craved it—another shock. He wanted this to last forever. Nola was precious, a treasure, her cries a drug for his ears. Do not think about the demon. She has no place in this wondrous moment.
    â€œLike?” Please, please, please.
    â€œMmm, yes. Before, they just ripped at my clothes and shoved their way—”
    â€œNo, no. None of that.” As she’d spoken, she’d stopped writhing. Had released her death grip on his hair. “That does not belong between us. It’s just you and me in this bed. You and me.”
    Her eyes were luminous as she nodded. “Bite me, then. Take my blood and remind me that my vampire is claiming me.”
    â€œNo. No, I can’t.”
    â€˜Because you do not take from living beings?” she asked hesitantly.
    â€œYou, I would gladly take from. Anytime you would have me.” It was the truth. “But as I told you, I know your kind abhors that, and I will never ask you to do anything you do not want to do. I will find my nourishment elsewhere.”
    â€œNo!” she shouted, and it was a soldier’s cry. She might appear delicate, but she truly had the soul of a warrior. “You will only ever take from me.”
    A possessive warrior, he realized, wanting to grin. He crawled up her body, fit his cock against her moist entrance. “I will only ever crave you, sweet. That much is true.”
    â€œI need you inside me. I need to feel you, as deep as you can go. Your shaft—and your teeth. Take all of me. Please.”
    Oh, that please…He’d seen the way her expression softened when he’d uttered that word. Now she thought to use it against him , bless her. Inch by inch, he sank inside her, careful, meticulous. Never had he exercised such exquisite care. Finally, though, he was in her to the hilt.