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    Sighing, she yielded when he pushed her legs apart and, kneeling, placed himself between them. He kissed and nipped the inside of her silky thighs. He stroked her mound with his fingers and ran them along the opening. She was wet with wanting him. He could not contain a long groan of pleasure.
    He bent to the soft folds and licked gently. She started and cried out—surprised, he thought, and shocked. Perhaps this was new to her but he did not stop. Holding her legs apart, he slowly, languorously licked and kissed, luxuriating in the smooth, hot feel of her most secret place, reveling in the taste of her. He found the little nub, licked and flicked his tongue back and forth across it. Her breath came faster, her body writhing and lifting to him. He brought his lips to the nub, swollen now, and sucked until, convulsing, she cried out.
    He slid his finger easily into her hot, slick center, seeking the places he remembered gave women pleasure. He stroked first one and then another until he found the one that pleased her the most. She begged him not to stop, her fingers clawing at him desperately, the pain of the scratches making the fire within him burn higher, hotter until it permeated his head, his heart, his very soul. If a creature such as he had a soul.
    When at last she cried out, her softness contracted around his finger. He thought he might lose control and crescendo with her.
    He stood and pulled off his boots, socks and trousers, breathing a sigh of relief as his member sprang free. He knew that she was watching him, her eyes wide, her breath rough and fast. Kneeling over her, he pushed her knees apart. Slowly, he entered her, her slick wetness welcoming him, her softness tantalizingly encasing him.
    Their eyes met as he moved back and forth, adoring the feel of her around him. The sweetness of it was almost intolerable, he lost himself in her and in her gaze. He wanted nothing but this.
    The luscious sensation built until he thought he might die of it, yet he continued, faster, then slower, then faster again, lost in the moment, lost in her. She closed her eyes and murmured her pleasure, turning her head from side to side. The blood coursing through her neck, her throat called to him, demanding he partake of it. As her climax began, he leaned forward, fangs out, and pierced her skin, drinking of her as he released joyously into her.
    And then he was lying beside her, spent and content, with his arms around her, licking gently at the little wound on her neck until the blood stopped completely. It saddened him to know he must make her forget that he had fed from her. She must never remember that he was a blood-drinking monster.

Chapter Three
     
    “Good heavens,” Eliza said, stretching. “I feel absolutely wonderful. That was so nice. No, glorious is the right word.” She hugged herself. She’d had the most wonderful time last night.
    Daniel had driven her home in the buggy a couple hours before dawn.
    Most of the way she’d rested her head on his shoulder, his one arm around her while his other hand held the reins. Smiling to herself like a fool, she’d thought that she had done exactly what she wanted and Daniel had responded so wonderfully, giving her much more than what she’d asked for, more, in fact, than she’d ever known about—or even imagined. Maybe she was falling in love with him. As long as he stayed in Haley, living here wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
    “That was the best picnic ever,” she’d said.
    “Yes, I’ve never attended a better.” And he’d held her a little more tightly.
    A couple miles from her place, he’d said, “Spread your legs.” She had and her gown, which he’d torn from waist to hem, hid nothing. Without stopping the horse and without touching her anywhere else, he’d slipped a finger inside of her and rubbed. Somehow the rubbing, the rocking of the buggy, the starry night…she hugged herself, her cheeks hot just from thinking about it.
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