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“Not now,” he gritted. “Ditch the jeans or I’ll rip them off.”

She didn’t have any backup clothes handy and?—

“Fucking rip them off.”

Dee rolled off him. She shimmied out of her jeans and panties even as she licked her lips and tasted him.

His hands—warm, strong—closed around her thighs. He pushed her legs apart and his breath blew against her sensitive core.

“Your smell.” His nostrils flared. “I could devour you.”

Um, now, since he was a vamp that could—Oh, damn.

His mouth took her sex. Lips, tongue. Tasting, claiming. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Dee heard a hard rip. Didn’t care.

That mouth.

His tongue swiped over her clit and Dee nearly came off the bed. She squirmed, trying to get away, no, get closer, but his hold stayed tight and strong.

And he took. His tongue drove into her sex.

She climaxed against his mouth. A long, hard wave that trembled through her body.

But he didn’t stop. Simon tasted and licked and stroked and Dee realized she was calling his name.

Nearly freaking begging. Her.

She swallowed and her nails dug into his back. “Simon!” Demand there.

Command.

One more swipe of his tongue. Her calves stiffened. Oh, sweet hell.

Then he rose above her. Positioned his cock and drove into her.

Yes.

Her legs clamped around him and when he began to thrust and retreat, she shoved right back at him. Harder. Harder.

The bed banged against the wall. Simon’s gaze burned hers. So much fire. So much need.

He lifted her hips higher and plunged deeper even as his fingers bit into her flesh.

Marking her.

She’d marked him.

Another climax bore down on her. Her sex trembled, tightened, and she tossed back her head.

Simon came, pouring into her.

She watched him. Watched the pleasure, the near pain of it sweeping over his face.

Then she came, pulsing, throbbing, breaking, beneath him.

Pleasure. So much pleasure.

Enough to nearly die from.

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