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Shaking the town.

No one will trace me to this house tonight.

Tonight… is for my mate.

Rune’s fingers tighten on my robe, trying to pull me closer.

I hold her still with my grip on her neck as I bury my other hand in her hair.

She sways, and her nails scrape against my chest.

Gods, she is perfect.

I inhale the orchard floating between us. Then… she parts her lips.

And I angle my mouth over hers.

Chapter 42

Rune

His tongue glides across my lower lip, and my nervous system short-circuits.

The last few days of unprecedented desire have nothing on this moment.

In this moment, I need him. I need Vameer’s touch, more than I need air.

I need my vampire.

Our kiss deepens.

My tongue finds his fang.

He tightens his hold on me, keeping my head still as I explore the sharp point.

It’s so sharp.

My gums throb.

I want to bite him.

My pussy throbs.

I want him naked.

This is the first time we’ve met. We’ve hardly spoken. But he feels like mine.

He says he’s mine.

“Vameer.” Our exhales collide as I pant against his lips. “I don’t⁠—”

I’m clinging to him. Pulling on his robe. Desperate for more but unsure how to ask for it.

He places his hands on my cheeks and pulls back so we can look at each other. “Let me hear your voice.”

The weight in my chest amplifies.

“I… don’t know what I’m doing.” I drop his gaze with my admission.