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“Inside,” she managed to gasp, “Inside, Simon, I need?—”
His tongue swiped over her neck as he lifted his head. “Take from me.”
Her lips parted and her tongue pressed against a fang. She still wasn’t used to having fangs.
She rose, and her hands pressed him back against the mattress. He went willingly and let her have the control she needed then.
Power.
No, this wasn’t about power.
Hunger. Lust.
Craving.
She didn’t take his neck, though he offered his throat to her. Dee yanked off her shirt. Tossed her bra aside, then straddled him with her legs resting over his powerful thighs.
Her fingers trailed down his chest, and she leaned forward. A dull thudding filled her ears. Her heartbeat? His?
She closed her lips around his nipple. Swirled her tongue over the hard nub. His cock pushed up between her thighs, rubbing at the crotch of her jeans, and the pressure had her rocking back and forth.
More.
“Take, Dee. Take from me.” Guttural. A demand.
But he wasn’t in control anymore.
Her tongue swiped over him, and she let him feel the press of her teeth. Not a bite. Not yet.
Maybe he’d beg for that.
His hands clamped over her hips and he ground her against his cock. Oh, damn, but that was good. Just not?—
Enough. Not even close.
“Don’t play.” An order given from him as her fingers crept down the hard plane of Simon’s stomach. “You don’t want to push me, you don’t want?—”
She looked up at that and knew her eyes would be black. “I want everything.”
“Then you’ll get it.” A harsh promise. “Hope you’re ready.”
So did she.
But she had the power, so she’d be in control.
Her teeth sank into his chest. His growl filled her ears even as the hot warmth of his blood slipped over her tongue.
Life.
Power. So much power.
Her hips lifted and her fingers curled around his cock. She pumped him, once, twice, and felt his length swell even more in her grasp. Felt?—
Dee stood in an alley. One hand on her hip. A vampire hissed at her, and that preppy fool holding the vamp blinked his eyes.
“Just how long do you think it’s gonna take me to shove this into your heart? A minute? Less?”
She pulled back from him. Her memory, seen from his eyes. No, his memory? “Simon, why do I?—”
