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I look down at his wrists. They are red raw and blistered. “You’re hurt,” I whisper.

“There’s blood in the drawer.” He gestures to the bedside table, but when I open it, there is nothing there.

I try the other. Nothing there either.

“I’ll be okay.” He reaches for me. “Come here and let me make you purr, kitten. You were so close.”

“Not while you’re hurt.” I shake my head. Then I meet his eyes. “Use me.”

Lucien’s gaze darkens in an instant. “No.”

I straddle him, his cock already hard again, pressing against my ass. “Use me,” I say, scooping my hair back from my neck to expose what I’m certain is a delicious looking vein.

What am I doing? Why do I want to feel him pierce my skin so badly? Why does the idea of my blood in his mouth make pleasure skitter down my spine?

I lean over him, and slide onto his cock at the same time, holding my neck above his lips.

“Bite me, Lucien. Drink me.”

A low, animalistic growl escapes his lips. He grabs hold of me, rough, large hands holding me still. And then there it is… the pain and the release. His fangs puncture my skin and as he sucks, and sucks, I thrust down onto him, slipping a hand between us so I can touch my aching clit.

My eyes flutter.

He is still drinking. I pull back a little, but he holds me tight.

My heart begins to pound wildly against my ribcage as panic sets in. What have I done?

Lucien stops abruptly and practically throws me off of him, jumping to his feet.

His lips and chin are stained with my blood. His eyes are dark, and his fangs are visible. He lunges at me, and before I can blink, he has me pinned against the wall, his forearms on either side of my head, his hips grinding into mine. “You taste so fucking good, Luna.” He spins me around, licks a fast, furious line down my spine with the tip of his tongue, then drops to his knees.

“I don’t know what I want more… your blood or your cunt.”

Hearing that word on his lips makes me groan and jut my ass out toward him. Lucien holds onto my hips.

“Not your tongue. Your cock.” I reach for him and drag him to his feet. “Fuck me.” I look over my shoulder. “But fuck me like a vampire. Fuck me like you aren’t afraid of hurting me.”

His eyes flash. Pleasure rolls across his features and his breath hitches in his chest. “That’s what you want?”

“That’s what I want.”

“Then you feed from me at the same time,” he says. “So I know I won’t hurt you.”

He wraps a large, muscular arm around my chest, pressing it against my throat. Then he opens his wrist and presses it to my lips. At the same time, he slams into me so hard I think I’m going to go straight through the wall.

My eyes flutter closed. I cry out and his blood trickles down my chin onto my breasts. He uses it to moisten my nipples. His other hand is between my legs, and his cock is pounding into me from behind.

It is all happening so hard and so fast that I can hardly breathe.

Every thought disappears from my head. My vision blurs. The room becomes dark, and the darkness cocoons us both.

We are caught in a dark whirlwind of lust, and I cannot see any way to escape it. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

Lucien has me, and I have him.

This is how it was meant to be.

Us.