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The urge to feed was a relentless ache but the desire that now coursed through her was equally as strong. Ana felt as if she were coming apart and the only person who could put her back together was Declan.
No man she’d ever been with had reduced her to such a puddle of need. And she’d had only a taste.
Declan’s hands dug into her ass and he shifted until he sat against the headboard, with her body snug between his legs. His dark eyes never left hers. His right hand slipped behind her neck, while the other was firm against her backside.
Slowly he pulled her forward until her mouth was but inches from his flesh. “Take from me,” he whispered.
Ana’s eyes were riveted to the frantic beat of his pulse, and the drops of blood that lay against his neck. Her fangs ached, her gut twisted.
“Declan, you don’t know what you ask.” Her voice was just above a whisper. Thoughts of the past hit her briefly and she winced. Jean-Charles, his dead lover, Diego . . . all of it became a mishmash of memories and yet they faded fast, overpowered by the sound of Declan’s heartbeat.
“I want you,” he said simply, and she felt something inside her break as she stared into his eyes. “I always have, and right now”—his hands roved the curve of her back before settling along her hip—“it’s our time.” His eyes darkened. “We might never have it again.”
Desire was a traitorous bitch and the heat of it ran along her skin until she was trembling. She hissed and forced her fangs to retract.
Nothing would ever satisfy the hunger inside except to claim the man beneath her. To drink his blood and tap into his soul. To imprint her essence upon his own.
She stared at him in silence, his words echoing into her brain. The energy around him was dark and a shiver rolled over her. Something wicked was heading his way. She could feel it.
Ana let out a long, shuddering breath and reached for her T-shirt. Slowly she peeled it back until her breasts were laid bare to him. His gaze didn’t leave her face as his cock swelled beneath her, and she smiled as a groan escaped his lips.
She tossed the shirt onto the floor. She would not bond with him. She would never claim him as her own. The hunger she felt would never abate and she knew after this morning that it would only increase.
And yet, for him, Ana would do this. She would give him what he wanted, but she’d do it on her own terms.
Slowly she rose and stood above him on the bed. He was breathing heavily, his face a mask of heated want. With deft fingers Ana undid her jeans and tugged them off, throwing them onto the floor with her shirt.
She didn’t wear underwear and smiled to herself as he hissed sharply. His eyes were now glued to the aching folds between her legs. Slowly she widened her stance, allowing him a peek at her most private area.
She was wet, throbbing, and her hand inched downward. His breath hitched at the back of his throat as her fingers flicked along the outer edges of her lips.
“You’re fucking killing me.” He shifted his weight on the bed. “Christ, but you’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he said hoarsely, “and trust me, I’ve imagined you plenty times.”
Ana took a step forward and sank down. She straddled him and pushed herself onto the straining bulge in his jeans. The friction against her wetness was electrifying and she growled as his hands once more claimed the soft roundness of her breasts.
His mouth soon followed and his tongue licked her nipple, long, torturous strokes, and then he opened fully, taking the engorged peak into his mouth. His free hand traveled lower and joined hers and she hissed with anticipation. Without pause he sank two long fingers deep into her body, his thumb massaging her clitoris as his mouth continued to pull hard at her breasts.
Ana knew Declan’s touch would be magical, but they’d barely started and she was already coming undone.
She looked down from eyes half closed and the sight of her milky flesh against his hard, clothed body was more erotic than anything she’d ever seen. His dark head suckling at her breast was something she’d take to the grave.
He tore his mouth away.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Stop?” Declan laughed, and her belly turned over at the sound. It was full of naughty and dark promises. He stared directly into her eyes and shifted his body so that there was room between them. She gasped as his fingers continued to massage deep with
in her. The gasp soon turned into a loud groan as a series of vibrations erupted along the walls of her channel. They burned hot and then cold, traveling all the way to her womb and back again like an electrical conduit from his fingers.
“Jesus, Declan, what was that?” She barely got her words out before the sensation started once more and she bit her lip as he held her gaze.
“Hold on.” His voice was rough and he was breathing heavily as the pulses started once more. “I’m not done.” Her womb contracted and she stifled a scream as their intensity increased. What the hell was he doing to her?
His fingers spread their magical sensations once more but this time the vibrations and pulses burned hotter as they traveled back. She was slick and tight and when the pulse burst through and erupted along her clitoris she fell forward.
She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her, hot, heavy, and fast.
He kissed the side of her neck. “I have many secrets to share with you, sweets.”
