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His voice was thick, odd-sounding. Ana knew they’d just leapt over the cliff. There was no going back. Declan was on the cusp. Blood and sex would seal the deal.

She opened her mouth and took him deep within.

A strangled sound erupted from him as her right hand gripped the hard roundness of his ass. She held him as tightly as he held her, her left hand gripped tight to the base of his cock. The moans that continued to fall from his lips as her tongue swirled and stroked his hardness excited her as nothing had ever done before.

She loved the taste of him, the feel of him straining inside her mouth. Ana whimpered, her hips slowly moving as the pressure between her legs pulsed, throbbed.

Her fingers massaged him, her mouth and tongue worked feverishly. Her only thought was to give him as much pleasure as she could. There was nothing else.

“You need to stop,” he whispered hoarsely. He tugged on her scalp—none too gently—and she pulled one more time, long and hard. She smiled up at him when he swore loudly.

“Ana, you need to stop.”

The long, hard, length of him sprang from her mouth, the wet sheen of his taut skin glistening.

His hands slid to her shoulders and he pulled her up toward him. Her body was now officially on fire, her nipples ached where they touched his flesh. He stared into her eyes, his soul bared to her, and Ana was humbled by the man before her.

“I want everything.” His eyes were still flat, but they’d morphed into full-on black. “Every part of your body, your mind, your soul.” His fingers gripped her shoulders hard. “Do you understand? If we have but one night together, I want it all.”

“Are you sure?” Ana’s eyes swept downward as a tingle of confusion rolled over her. What was she doing?

He grabbed her chin and claimed her lips in a kiss that made her head spin. It was both gentle and aggressive, and she stilled when her tongue scraped over the unmistakable feel of a fanged tooth.

She wrenched her head from him. “You’ve already been turned. Your life is no longer what it was. There will be no sunlight, no warmth on your skin . . . only darkness, and for that I’m sorry,” she managed to get out. Her chest was heaving so badly she could barely breathe. “But if you belong to me and I to you, all bets are off. You’ll be hunted till the end of days.”

Declan’s finger traced the lines of her mouth. “Then we’ll be running together.”

Ana saw the tips of his newly formed fangs peek through his mouth and an answering hunger erupted inside her.

He lifted her from the bed, his mouth claiming hers once more. She tasted blood and realized he’d cut her. The scent rose in the air, mingled with the musky smell of her arousal.

Dark thoughts crowded her brain and the world tilted precariously, the canvas turning red as her bloodlust stirred.

His hands on her body stirred the passion inside. Liquid pooled, slid along her inner thighs, and knew that she was ready. That she ached for him to fill her completely.

“I can’t take this, Declan.” Her voice was low, aggressive, and she nipped at him, her fangs grazing along his collarbone. He turned her body and threw her onto the bed.

And then he was there, his long, torso covering hers. His hand slipped beneath her belly and he drew her hips into the air. She was on all fours, panting, and she growled when his mouth licked along the small of her back.

Ana spread her legs in anticipation, moaning when his hand found its way to her heated core. He plunged long fingers inside. She was swollen, wet with need, and when his mouth hovered above her other opening, she stilled.

He wouldn’t . . .

He blew upon her, a warm breath that sent tingles racing across her flesh. She felt pressure there and stilled as he began to massage, to play and tease.

Erotic sensations attacked her from every angle. He nuzzled, nipped her flesh, while both of his hands worked her into a frenzied mess.

The fingers between her legs, inside her slickness, began to pulse. His energy sizzled, erupting along her channel and spreading fire in their wake. Her nerves were already raw and her muscles bunched as an orgasm ripped through her. The release was immediate and she cried out.

“Sweet Jesus, what the hell are you doing to me?”

Her knees nearly buckled and she heard him laugh softly.

“Jesus has nothing to do with it.” Several shots of energy fell from his fingers once more and she bit her tongue, eating the groan that sat at the back of her throat. Declan bent lower and his breath caressed the side of her neck. When he spoke, his voice blurred, as if amplified. He was so close to the edge and she was right there with him. “Once you’ve had a man of magick, there is nothing else.”

His hardness rested against her and she knew he was near the edge.

Silence filled the room. The only sound she could hear was her ragged breaths. She throbbed, everywhere, and her fangs ached as she rolled her head. He kissed his way down her back once more, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The edge of his cock teased the slick center between her legs and she gritted her teeth in anticipation.

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