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Torr ran his hands through her hair—a touch she thought innocent until he tightened his grasp, using it as leverage to bring her back for another kiss.

No. Kiss wasn’t the right word for this hard, searing melding of tongue and lips. She opened herself to him, not just with her mouth, welcoming the frenzied pace even as she tried to recall just one previous instance of this kind of unbridled passion with any man, ever.

Nope.

This was a first.

“God, Charlotte. I can’t get enough,” he murmured against her mouth, kissing its corner before making his way down her neck.

When Torr’s phone buzzed in his back pocket, he didn’t even pause. He kissed every inch of her neck, even behind her ear.

She was going to die.

Pulling her hair back, he exposed her neck even further.

Which was when she remembered he was a vampire.

“I’m not going to bite you,” he murmured, his lips positioning themselves in the exact spot she imagined he would bite her. “I don’t want you to be afraid.”

She didn’t have time to ask what she would be afraid of before she felt the soft graze of two sharp points against her flesh. His teeth.

She clenched at the touch, surprised that such a thing would be a turn-on. And like he’d anticipated her fear, he somehow sensed her desire too, because he reached down and cupped her sex through her pants.

“Let me make you come . . .”

She couldn’t stand. Her knees quivered as Torr’s hand slipped down the band of her pants. Somehow, it felt more intimate than if he’d taken them off, but they never got around to that.

Because the moment he slipped his fingers inside, pressing the palm of his hand against her, Charlotte lost it completely.

Luckily, he lowered his other arm from her hair down to the small of her back, because she seriously couldn’t stand on her own. Throbbing against him, she was completely overwhelmed. It reminded her of the sensation of jumping into the sun-kissed ocean for the first time in the summer. Part shock at the cold water, part awareness of the inherent danger of the most powerful force on earth.

But most of all, the sheer bliss of being a part of something so vast you were lost in it.

He’d barely even touched her and Charlotte had come apart. Looking down, the sight of his hands down her pants . . .

Let me make you come.

She’d thought he meant eventually. Not like that very second.

Charlotte raised her head and nearly lost her shit all over again.

Torr’s knowing smile seemed to shoot straight down to her core. The power he had over her . . . it wasn’t natural.

Then he pulled his hands away and stepped back. She immediately felt the loss of him as she stood wobbling on her own two feet.

“That was—”

“Not why I came here, Charlotte.”

He looked at her with more regret than passion now. “I’d never want you to think that. I just—”

“Got carried away?”

She smiled, telling him that she’d wanted it as much as he did.

“Something like that.”

She nearly looked away, for his gaze burned as surely as the sun. Until it drifted from her eyes downward. Groaning, he reached for her, and Charlotte melted back into his hands.