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“Kiss me.”
I brought my mouth to his. His lips were soft and warm. He tasted of wine and something else, something primitive and very male. When I slid my tongue into his mouth, his incisors were longer than normal, their tips sharp.
I smiled against his lips. My vampire was back.
His tongue met mine, sliding over and around it. Then he was nibbling my jaw, my earlobe. Pressing kisses to my throat. Telling me how beautiful I was, how he couldn’t get enough of me.
The world spun, and I was on my stomach. His hands came under my pelvis, lifting my ass. Long fingers spread my folds.
His tip nudged my opening, slid inside. He drew back his hips and thrust into me in a single slow, luscious stroke.
He cupped my throat, forcing me to lift my head higher, so I was stretched out beneath him, my legs on either side of his.
“You’re so wet,” he said against my ear. “So ready for me.”
“Yes. Oh, God, please...”
He was long and thick and hard. I felt so full, in the best kind of way.
One hand stayed on my throat. The other moved between my clit and nipples, pinching, toying, stroking. He withdrew partway and held himself poised over me.
“I like my women to beg. Can you do that for me, Mila? Ask me real nice to fuck you?”
I hesitated, my fingers digging into the sheets. Hiswomen? But right then, I would’ve done anything he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. Then louder, “Fuck me, Gabriel. Please.”
“Good girl.” He thrust harder.
Pleasure slammed up my spine. “Please, please, please…” My vision clouded over. Head swimming, I drew a jagged breath and arched my bottom up to take him deeper.
He slowed his thrusts, taking me to the edge and keeping me there until I was begging for release.
He slowed and then came up on his knees, pulling me up with him so I was on my hands and knees, too. He was still deep inside me, but no longer moving. His hands shaped my waist, the curve of my hips.
I clawed at the sheets. What did he want?
“Please,” I begged, desperate now. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m hungry, Mila.” He moved my hair aside and leaned forward to kiss my nape. Prickles of heat danced up and down my spine. Sharp fangs touched the side of my throat. “Tell me I can feed from you. Because you’re mine.”
Mine. My thrall. My woman.
Doubt pinched me, but I shut my eyes and focused on the sexy pain/pleasure of his fangs. Because I wanted this. Wanted to be his in every way.
I angled my head so he could reach the underside of my jaw. One hand cupped my chin while the other slid lower, feathering over my aroused, swollen flesh with excruciating care.
“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
I quivered, excited beyond bearing. “Yes.”
His teeth caressed my throat. His earthy green scent filled my nostrils.
Sensation arrowed to my womb. My inner thighs tightened, and I bucked my hips, clenching around him. He pulled out, the tip teasing my entrance.
“Say it.”
“Yes.Yours. Please, Gabriel.”
