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mortal standards but helpless as a newborn to a vampire,
nevertheless had a quiet confidence that made her feel feminine. As if she
didn't always have to be strong, the way a woman was supposed to feel around a
man she trusted. Yet she could lift him with a finger or rip him apart as she'd
threatened.
    It had been a long time since
she'd felt a violent desire that could drive her hunger to a pleasurably
uncomfortable level. But his words, those blue eyes, his impudent caresses,
even that inappropriate need to smile so often, were rousing a different sort
of hunger. One she'd been willing to forget and do without. Until now.
    She was going to take him home.
    Damn you, Thomas.
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Chapter Four

     
    She didn't fall into
daydreaming, losing sense of place and herself. She didn't act on impulse. Despite
those warning signs, she impulsively reached for him now, curling her nails
into the firm skin of his biceps, exerting pressure.
    She wanted to know how he'd
respond to a woman's desire without her commanding it. She almost wished he
would fight her, struggle, but he gave her something as satisfying. More so.
    Without hesitation, he surged up
from the floor. Taking her by her upper arms, he lifted her to her knees on the
chair as he erased the distance between them, closing his mouth over hers in a
hard, demanding kiss.
    All that desire he'd kept banked
roared over her in full, raging force, goaded she was sure by the things she'd
made him do against his nature.
    As a woman, she'd missed this.
God, how she'd missed this. She avoided the intimacy of lips when taking a man
for her meal. Their kisses came off weak, disappointing, giving her dinner a
distracting, unpleasant taste.
    This was distracting, but not
the least bit disappointing or unpleasant.
    Kissing her way deeper into his
mouth, she let him feel the shape of her fangs against his tongue, a deadly
expression of pleasure. As she raked her nails up his back, there was the
satisfying gouge into flesh. Cutting into one of the lash scars, she found the
river of life that flowed beneath it.
    His breath was hot in the cavern
of her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands gripped her hair. He
pressed her body between the back of the chair and the pounding of his heart.
    Tracing his lips with her
tongue, she opened her eyes to look up into his. They were open as well, filled
with desire and determination both. Glory yes, he was a dominant man. In his
touch, in the way he held her, kissed her, she felt it. It was instinctive to
him to take over, lead and protect. He would whisper things in her ears only fit
for a creature of the night to hear. Dark desires, ways he would try to claim
her. For a moment she imagined it, trembled with the feel of it, even knowing
her own desires were even darker, her will stronger than any mortal man's.
    But for this moment there was
only dizzying sensation. Waves of it turning colors in her mind, overwhelming
her. Tightening his hold on her hair, he yanked her head to the side and
gripped her throat with his teeth, his tongue licking a pulsing artery.
    She stiffened against him, her
fingers digging into the gouges in his back she'd made as her body rippled in
uncontrolled response.
    "Jacob." When she
spoke his name in a breathless whisper, his hand slid down her back, molding
over the curves of her ass before he slid between her braced thighs, seeking
her heat. Just the tips of his fingers brushed her clit as he sealed his palm
over her throbbing cunt, her skirt bunched up between his touch and her skin.
The heel of his hand pressed against the sensitive base of her buttocks.
    He didn't break her skin, but he
kept that hypnotic hold on her throat. His blue eyes blazed fire over the
fragile skin of her face. Her fingers were sticky with him and she wanted that
blood in her mouth. Wanted him in her bed. Accessible for play, for a snack,
for a full-course meal… She yearned for his arms to encircle her in the middle
of the night.
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