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Reaching up, she cupped his face and stroked his cheek with her thumb. His skin was smooth and cold. She wanted it pressed against her, but even more, she wanted him to taste her. She who had kept herself aloof, who had always prided herself on controlling her life, wanted to surrender to him, to fall into his eyes and feel his teeth piercing her.

She traced the line of his jaw and ran her fingers along his neck and down across his chest, feeling the hardness of the muscles there. He caught her wrist before she could move lower and placed her hand back on the floor.

He bent over her and used his tongue to trace the path his fingers had followed. Starting at her palm, he ran his tongue up and over her wrist, stopping ever so briefly on the pulse point there. Then he drew a wet line up her arm to the pulse that beat in the curve of her elbow. Back and forth he stroked her.

How could something so simple be so arousing? Each time he licked her pulse points, her heartbeat accelerated. The throbbing of her heart echoed between her legs. Lines of searing heat ran from her arm to her center. She felt ripe and heavy, ready to be taken. Never had a man made her feel like this. She thought she should be afraid, but she wasn’t. Everything was exactly as it should be, as if she’d been waiting for this her whole life, waiting to surrender.

When his tongue reached her wrist again, he stopped. He laced his fingers with hers and placed his other hand on her forearm, all the while stroking her wrist with his tongue. His fangs brushed her. Once. Twice. Then a sharp pain jolted her as his teeth sank into her flesh. It was immediately overshadowed by the most intense pleasure imaginable.

As his mouth sucked at her wrist, waves of heated bliss swam over her. She felt the pull of his lips all the way to her core. If she hadn’t seen him bent over her arm, she would have sworn he was licking her swollen clit.

She writhed and twisted, praying he wouldn’t stop. Reality rushed in for a moment. She wondered how much blood he could take without killing her. Would he stop in time? Then she was lost again to her passion. Her free arm fisted in his hair, locking him to her. She cried out, begging him not to stop. Then, she went over the edge and darkness consumed her.