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Torr drove out of town, evading her questions and simply smiling every time she inquired about their destination.

“I had a feeling—”

“When I asked you to wear all black?”

He parked the car strategically in an empty, abandoned lot next to the bar and went around to the passenger side of the vehicle and held out his hand.

“It’s an improvement over khakis and a blazer,” he said with a grin.

“I took the blazer off, if you’ll remember. And why are we parked so far away?”

The trance-like beat of music reached them as they approached and the bouncer checked their IDs.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as they stepped inside.

“Just that you still get your ID checked,” she said, strolling up to the bar like a pro. “I really could have worn my Halloween costume . . .”

Noir Nights. Once a month. Had it really only been that long since they’d been here last?

“Not a chance in hell,” he said, ordering their drinks. “I’d rather be the only one to see you this way.”

They started off by sipping drinks—Death in the Afternoon, of course—but they ended up on the dance floor before too long. All night the two of them circled each other. Touched. Teased. Danced.

If their first foray to Noir Nights had been foreplay, this time was more like full-blown intercourse. By the time they left, the cool October air did nothing to cool either of them down. And when Charlotte opened the front door of the car, he abruptly closed it.

“The back,” he said, and the gleam of understanding—and lust—in her eyes told him she understood.

Climbing into the front seat long enough to start the car and ensure they were very much alone in the far corner of the parking lot, Torr then joined her in the back and shut the door behind him.

He didn’t waste a minute before pulling Charlotte onto his lap. Kissing her hard, he let himself go completely. He wanted her to know all of him. Fisting her hair with one hand and clasping her breast with the other, Torr did not play gently this time.

And Charlotte responded as he’d thought she might.

Reaching down between them, she freed his erection easily. Thankful she wore a dress, Torr lifted it and tore off the offending panties that were currently in the way of their consummation.

With no further barriers between them, he sank into her, pulling her knees up on each side so she fully straddled him. And though he intended to set the pace, she had other plans. Tossing her head back as he thrust his hips forward, Charlotte grabbed his hand and made it very clear what she wanted.

So he gave it to her.

Using his thumb, he circled and pressed.

“Yes, just like that. More.”

Exactly the sort of command he liked. He did speed up the pace just a bit and laughed at the sound she made.

Torr couldn’t help it.

She was just so fucking sexy.

And then she reached up, grabbed his hair with both hands and shattered against him. Torr let himself go, almost forgetting his purpose.

It felt so damn good . . . just another minute.

But he didn’t have another minute. He wanted to be sure this was a night to remember. That she thought only of the pleasure they’d shared, and not any pain that may come later. For some, the transition was a smooth one. Others reported that the desire to feed, initially, could feel like they’d gone days without food.

So even as he came inside her, Torr reached into his back pocket, pulled out the sachet his sister had given him. And then dropped his fangs.

Her awareness was instantaneous, but thankfully, there was no fear to accompany it. He asked one simple question even as she continued to throb against his cock buried deep inside her.

“Are you absolutely sure you want this?”