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She would remember every detail.
    As the sound of fleeing footsteps echoed in the distance, they stared into each other’s eyes.
    The moonlight spilled over Savannah’s features and wrapped her in a gentle glow. She looked almost otherworldly in the pale light. Like an angel that had fallen down to earth.
    His gaze drifted over the garbage-filled alley. Or to hell.
    “Are you going to do it?” she asked, her hand lifting to touch her throat.
    He followed her movement, his keen stare noting the pulse that beat frantically at the base of her neck. He wanted to put his lips against that soft point. To press his tongue against her.
    “I want you to do it,” she whispered.
    His control shattered. He grabbed her, pushing her against the rough brick wall. “Be careful what you ask for, sweet Savannah, because you just might get it.”
    And he did what he’d been hungering to do all night. He put his mouth on her, his lips claiming hers in a kiss of hunger, of need.
    Her mouth was hot, tight, wet against his. Her tongue met his eagerly, and her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She pulled him close against the heat of her body.
    She was burning with heat, with life, and he had been cold, so cold, for such a long time.
    His hand fisted in her hair, the soft strands easily sifting between his fingers. He tilted her head back, and she opened that delicious mouth of hers wider, letting him slide his tongue deep inside.
    She tasted as he’d known she would. Sweet, and just a little bit wild. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted more. More. All that she had to give.
    His lower body was rock hard against her soft hips. He pushed gently, letting her feel his need. His hunger. He’d never wanted a woman this much. Never.
    He didn’t hear the sounds of the cars as they passed by on the main street. He didn’t hear the laughter or the conversations from the bar. He forgot all about the dirty alley. His only thought, his only focus, was her.
    He pulled his mouth slowly from hers, kissing her gently now, using his tongue to flick against her lips.
    She moaned softly, and the yearning sound tore through him.
    His lips moved slowly down her chin, then down farther, sliding around the curve of her neck. He licked her, tasting the salt on her skin. He could feel her pulse, could feel the vibration against his lips. He could smell her, the scent of lavender wrapping tightly around him. He sucked gently on her throat.
    “Do it,” she whispered, her voice a husky purr of seduction. And he couldn’t resist any longer. His teeth sank deep. She gasped, her body shaking in his arms.
    With one hand, he held her head back, cradling her. With the other, he pulled her hips tightly against his own. His hips thrust against her. His lips drank from her.
    Her blood was the sweetest he’d ever tasted. So pure. So good. He didn’t know if he could ever get enough of that taste. He drank, taking deeply of her essence, loving the feel of her in his arms. Loving her taste.
    She shuddered, her lashes slowly lowering. Her body began to slip, to sag slightly against him. He pulled back at once, his tongue licking away the drops of blood that trickled down her throat.
    Need still burned through him. He wanted to strip away her clothes, to have her beautiful body bare before him. He wanted to sink himself into her, deep into her, until he could not tell where he ended and she began.
    His body ached for her.
    “Did you . . .” She paused and wet her lips. “. . . get what you wanted?” Her voice was thick, husky.
    He stared down at her. “No, but I will . . . soon.”
    She frowned, and her body swayed against his. “William? I—” Her head fell back, and she slumped against him. He caught her easily in his arms, lifting her high up against his chest.
    He cursed softly. He’d taken too much blood from her. She was a small woman, delicate. He should have used more care.
    In truth, he never should have touched her. He’d given in