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served the Church. You lived in an age in which women were supposed to remain virgins until they married. Perhaps that’s all you can countenance. Tell me, is that why you haven’t chosen a consort?”
    The Prince disentangled himself from her grasp.
    “Precious few of our kind survive the change with virginity intact.”
    “I was a virgin once.” Her tone was almost wistful. “Before my father insulted one of the English lords. My maker had a surprise when he took me. He favored virgins, too, but misread my scent.”
    “I’m sure you had other virtues that more than made up for it.”
    Aoibhe squinted, trying to read his expression. She shook her head.
    “No human lover, no assignations at Teatro, and no consort. Of course you’re angry and in need of release. Man cannot live by blood alone.”
    “If you’re so concerned about my sexual needs, then you’d best do something about them.” He spoke sharply. “I’m going to put something in your mouth to silence you if you don’t stop talking.”
    “I’m trying to help. We are friends, are we not? After so many years?” She smiled prettily, sliding over so there was room beside her.
    He stood naked and proud, his erection straining toward her. His hands clasped into fists at his sides and the tendons in his arms rippled.
    “Friends? No. But you’ve certainly been a welcome ally.” His gaze traveled the length of her body and up again, resting on her breasts.
    She sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward. “I suppose that’s the most I can hope for from an Englishman. It’s a good thing I gave up killing your countrymen in the nineteenth century.”
    “Enough.” He moved quickly, stretching his body over hers.
    “Finally,” she whispered, pressing her red lips to his neck.
    His hands moved up and down her sides, digging into her perfect skin.
    She purred like a cat at his touch and lifted her right breast to his open and eager mouth.
    He licked it, encircling the nipple several times before drawing it between his teeth. She arched off the bed at the sensation, lifting her other breast for his attention.
    He repeated the movement before closing his mouth and sucking.
    Aoibhe moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. He raised her thigh, pulling her leg around his hip before entering her. She groaned heavily as he began to move.
    Their coupling was active and frenetic, as was typical of their kind. The Prince’s strength was such that he could hold himself over her with one arm, while he drove into her again and again.
    Aoibhe lifted her hips to meet his thrusts before rolling him and climbing on top. With a triumphal cry, she rode him vigorously, head thrown back.
    His hands explored her bouncing breasts before he sat up and replaced his hands with his mouth.
    Aoibhe groaned her pleasure, trying to capture his mouth in a kiss, but he lifted her bodily and sprang out of bed, pressing her back against the wall.
    She tried to kiss him again, but again he spurned her, whispering his lips up and down the column of her throat.
    He felt her begin to orgasm and thrust into her more deeply. As was the case with their kind, her orgasm lasted several minutes.
    When she had finished, she dragged him back to the bed and climbed atop him again, moving so quickly her body shimmered in the air.
    With a cry, he thrust up his hips, emptying himself in her.
    Aoibhe growled and bared her teeth, bending to sink them into his neck.
    In an instant, he pushed her to her back, pinning her arms over her head. His body continued to shudder with his orgasm, his breathing almost labored.
    “No,” he snarled, his gray eyes flashing with anger.
    She had no choice but to nod as he continued moving within her. They were almost matched in height and in size, but he was older and far more powerful. He could end her handily and take her body out of the city to burn it beyond recognition. No one would ever be the wiser.
    She stared up with wide, panicked eyes, holding her