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He touched his teeth to my throat. Not biting. His fangs hadn’t lengthened. But it was a threat just the same.
This wasn’t a game to him.
The threat wasn’t physical, not in the sense that I was in any danger. But hewastrying to dominate me.
And I liked it, more than I should’ve. I was the vampire, the powerful pureblood. But my knees felt wobbly, my insides like warm, sweet honey.
My head fell back against the wall. “Yes,” I rasped.
“Yes, what?” he said against my throat.
“Yes, I want you.”
He gave a hum of approval and bit the cord of my neck. Just hard enough.
Oh, yeah. I dug my nails into his shoulders.
His fingers closed on the straps of my dress. He jerked them down, baring my breasts and trapping my arms against my sides.
The only thing covering my upper body was a sheer red bra with a delicate lace trim that matched my panties. He stared at my breasts with that hot, hungry look. Beneath the filmy material, the tips hardened.
I curled my fingers into my palms, itching to cover myself. Vampires are naturally lean, but the women still have sex-kitten bodies. Not me. I was all angles and planes.
But because I wanted to cover myself, I didn’t. Instead, I stared back. Daring Rafe to be disappointed.
He didn’t even notice. His focus was all for my slight curves.
“Damn,” he breathed, cupping my breasts through the bra. “You’re beautiful.”
I made a small sound of disbelief. “No, I’m not,” I said, then winced.
Great, Zoe. Why don’t you point out your other flaws, too, like your knobby knees and your pointed chin?
“Perfect.” He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and first fingers. “They’re perfect.” His eyes met mine. “You’reperfect.”
He lowered his mouth to give each furled point a hard suck through the bra. I squirmed against the wall—and let myself believe, just a little.
Because maybe to this man, Iwasperfect. Not Victorine Tremblay’s too young, too soft, never-quite-enough daughter.
His fingers were on my back now. The bra came undone, and he pushed it out of his way so he could keep kissing and licking my breasts.
I was desperate to touch him. I wriggled my arms free and sank my fingers into his silky curls.
His mouth continued down my abdomen until he was kneeling on the floor. Catching my skirt in both hands, he pushed it up to my waist—and blinked at the stiletto strapped to my thigh.
“Kinda old school.” Rafe caressed my leg over the thin nylon sheath. “I like it. I bet you know how to use it, too.”
“Of course,” I said, insulted.
“You don’t need this with me.” His fingers went to one of the straps holding the sheath in place. He glanced up, giving me a chance to object.
I didn’t say anything. It was a test, and we both knew it.
Trust was the most precious commodity in our world.
Still holding my gaze, he released my skirt to remove the sheath and set it on the floor.
I’d never felt so naked, even with the skirt covering my thighs again. The hair on the backs of my arms raised, and my heart sped up to an almost human rate.
