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She shook her head. “More.”
He stroked her stomach. Lower. He swirled his fingers in circles below her navel, and her muscles shivered under his touch.
His hand swept along the outside of her hip. “I won’t touch your most sensitive place. Not until you make it very clear you want that.”
She could not imagine what that bud of nerves felt like now. “I…am not ready for that.”
He swept his hand along her inner thigh. “How is this?”
She squeezed her legs together.
“Mmm,” he said in her ear, “you have a strong grip. I will enjoy that.”
“I can finally please you the way I’ve always wanted to.”
He eased closer to her, making the water ripple around them. The hard ridge that came to rest lightly at the crease of her buttocks made her clench her thighs tighter. “See how much you please me, without even trying?”
She needed that inside her. It would be too much. But she needed it.
He positioned her hands on the smooth tiles at the rim of the bath. She fixed her gaze on the pattern of deep blue and cerulean instead of his hungry gaze in the mirror.
“Stretch,” he said. “Feel how powerful your new body is.”
She stretched luxuriously in the water. There were no pockets of tension in her muscles. She was so limber.
“We’ll enjoy that, too.” Resting one hand on her hip, he slid his other hand between her legs from behind.
He cupped her curls in his long fingers. In the bath, she hadn’t realized how wet she was. Of all the power her new body granted her, right now it seemed ruled by her most basic appetites.
“You can always tell me no,” he reminded her, “and you can even tell your own hunger no, if you’re not ready. If you want me to stop, Will it, and I will know, even before you say a word.”
The anticipation in her was more powerful than her apprehension. “Touch me.”
He slipped one finger in the shallows of her channel, and she hissed at the frisson that traveled through her.
“Bleeding thorns,” she swore. “Are you this sensitive all the time?”
“Now you know how I feel whenever you touch me.”
“Oh my Goddess. I had no idea…what I was doing to you…”
He slid deeper and stroked her with just that one finger, in and out, in and out, accustoming her to the feeling. His familiar touch felt new and strange and wonderful, and her greedy body knew only one way to respond. His single finger brought her right up to the edge, and she floated there, caught between temptation and trepidation.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that yet, either.” He withdrew his hand.
She sighed, then gasped at the feeling of his two fingers easing inside her.
“How does this feel?” he asked.
She gritted her teeth, even as she spread her thighs farther apart for him in the water.
He smiled at her in the mirror, and the sight of his fangs made her want more than could handle. She shut her eyes. But robbing herself of that sense made all the others more acute somehow. Her entire awareness focused on the gentle invasions of his two fingers. He pushed her to her limit again and held her there.
The throbbing in her fangs seemed to pound away her thoughts. “I’m so hungry.”
“I think we need to stretch you more before you’re ready.”
“I need your blood.”
