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blade that was
pressed flat between their bodies and tossed it to the ground. He hissed into
Anastasia’s mouth when the silver singed his fingers. She turned her head and
sucked the injured digits between her lips, laving the sore skin with her
tongue.
    His fangs descended at the pressure. He saw her immense eyes
widen at the sight of the bone white against his lips, but he heard no increase
in her heartbeat.
    He didn’t scare her. The last human that he had been with, no
matter how she was drawn to him, was still wary of him. She had been an Amazon
herself, but she had feared him.
    Anastasia’s strength made his soldier’s soul sing.
    Burying his face in her neck, he moved his lips over the tender
skin where her pulse beat strong and true. He tried to resist scraping her with
his fangs, but sex and feeding were so tightly tied together in the moment that
he groaned with the effort.
    Wrapping her free arm around his shoulders, Anastasia pressed
the fingers of her other hand against his lips, tracing the damp curves. When
her questing fingers found one of his fangs and caressed it, he shuddered-the
ache in his groin very nearly unbearable.
    Jasper shifted his hands from where they were splayed flat on
her back to cup the mounds of her firm ass. He kneaded the flesh there, traced
one firm finger inside the waistband of her pants, savouring the resultant
shiver that ran through her flesh. She arched her back against the sensation,
and he took the opportunity to nuzzle his face against the plump roundness of
her breasts.
    Anastasia whimpered as he closed a mouth over one taut nipple.
Even through her shirt, he could feel her heat, could sense the pulse of blood
in her veins. Her arousal smelled like lemonade, sweet and tart at the same
time.
    He wanted so very badly to taste her.
    He didn’t want her to think that feeding was all that this
encounter was about.
    Slowly releasing his grip on her ass, Jasper let Anastasia
slide slowly down his body, his rock-solid erection scraping over her flesh,
eliciting a gasp from between her lips. With his hands now free, he used one to
slide up underneath her shirt so that he could free one of her breasts from the
cup of her bra. Rolling the tender flesh that he found there between his
fingers, he drank in her shudders and at the same time thought of an icy cold
shower, anything to keep from sinking his fangs into the paper-thin skin of that
breast as he sank between her legs with his cock.
    He pulled apart the snap at the waistband of her jeans, slid
his hand under the stiff fabric and found nothing but skin. His arousal
ratcheted up yet another notch—and he’d thought it couldn’t get any higher—as
his long fingers found the slick heat between her legs.
    Anastasia cried out when he slipped a finger inside of her
moist channel. He grinned wickedly as her hips jerked and slid another finger
inside of her. Looking down at his tiny Amazon, he was gratified to see her
warrior’s eyes wide and glassy, her ivory skin flushed with that sweet crimson
blood. Though he’d known the woman for mere hours, he knew that letting go like
this was not in her character.
    Despite the ache in his cock, he wanted to push her over the
edge.
    Jasper began to tunnel his fingers in and out of her heat,
fighting back the need to replace them with his erection. He wanted this to be
all about her. She quivered and he heard her pulse accelerate. Her hips began to
rock in time to his thrusts, and the breath huffing out from her sweet lips
became ragged.
    Biting his fangs down on his lip until he tasted his own blood,
Jasper used his thumb to find her sweet spot, that hard nub of flesh that held
the potential for so much pleasure. Anastasia gasped at the first touch, then
buried her head against his chest and groaned. He felt her thighs shaking
against his, closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of her body pressed
against his.
    She was close, so close. Gritting his teeth, he focused on
intensifying her