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Nonsensical words left her lips as his fingers worked absolute magic. He pressed and circled, all the while kissing, sucking, and licking at pleasure points she’d recently discovered with him. She felt the familiar clenching in the pit of her belly, the white-hot pressure that would soon explode as it washed over her.
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Sensing her building orgasm, Conall pressed his finger into her body. His eyes widened briefly as he was met with tight, restrictive flesh. Wincing, Vivienne threw back her head, exposing the long and graceful curve of her neck. To test what he thought impossible, Conall withdrew the digit, and gently worked it back in. She gasped this time, but he could see the slight tension at her mouth, read the hint of pain in her eyes. He didn’t have to breach her mind to confirm what her reaction was telling him. A virgin, he thought in awe. She had come to him a virgin. He felt his arousal swell even more as a possessive nature he hadn’t known before reared its head. He would be her first, her last, her only. His finger worked slowly, but surely, pushing ahead only to retreat based on her body’s response to the invading digit, and soon, Vivienne cried out his name.
He growled, positive his eyes were glowing yellow and unable to control it. He could feel the emotions running through her as if they were in his very own body. The beast wanted her as badly as the man, but it would not be here, in a public elevator. She was human, an innocent, his innocent, and unaccustomed to the rougher aspects of mating.
Vivienne’s hands tightened, almost painfully, in his hair and he nuzzled her cheek, quickening the strokes of his finger as it stroked her.
Frantic cries erupted from her throat, and her walls clenched down repeatedly as she came apart. He watched her face, marked the small little lines that appeared in her forehead as she came, saw her teeth bite into her bottom lip and draw blood. A small red dot appeared and he leaned forward and kissed her, tasting it. Like her, her blood was intoxicating. For the first time, Conall could say he understood vampires’ fascination with it.
Stepping away from her, Conall turned to face the steel wall opposite the elevator as he struggled to regain control. Gripping the protruding bar, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. After some seconds, he felt her move, heard the sound of rustling clothing as she came toward him. By the time her hands landed on his shoulders, he’d attained a certain level of control. He turned quickly and caught her against him. He easily heard her thoughts, questioning why he’d stopped, wanting him to take her, wanting to continue. He moaned to himself at that seductive voice in her head, but instead of setting upon her once more, he moved one hand backward and jolted the red button once more.
The elevator jerked and began to descend as he released her and swiftly began redoing the very clothing he’d undone.
“Not here, Vivienne.” He was on his knees before her, his hands at the waist of her pants, his eyes on her. “I want you in a bed, where I can take time caressing every inch of your body. I want to touch you here….” His arm slid against her calf. "And here….” He pushed off of his knees, letting his hands trail up the backs of her thighs until they came to land against the jut of her buttocks. He pulled her forward and she whimpered.
Come with me, Vivienne. His lips hadn’t moved, but it was obvious she could hear the words as clearly as if he’d said them aloud. She nodded, apparently not trusting herself to speak.
That was all he needed. He turned, slid his arm possessively around her waist, and led her from the elevator into the underground garage. Vivienne’s mind was blank to all but him, and only one question remained: Where is he taking me?
Chapter Four
“Have you found her?”
“Not yet. I’m still looking.” His voice was strong and firm, and lacked any hint that he was lying. In truth, he had located her, but could not turn her over to them. Not when he knew some of their intentions.
“You’ve been looking for years.” It was said with both impatience and disappointment. “Perhaps you are incapable of finding—”
“I will find her.” He had. Tracked her down as he was taught, and located her.
“Perhaps we should send someone else.”
“No!”
A harsh intake of breath came from the other end of the phone line, and the man who’d uttered the almost frantic negation willed himself to be calm. “This task was assigned to me. Give me more time and I will bring her to you.”
There was a pregnant silence, and nothing could be heard but the sounds of calm breaths.
“I’ve given you enough time as is and am beginning to think you incapable of getting it done.” The voice was sharp and rebuking, and a long exhale followed it. “Two more weeks, and then you either return with the girl or in disgrace. Is that understood?”
