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“Like your blood? Because you gave it to me earlier?”

“No. Likemine.”

I swallow hard and tell myself this is just some intense pillow talk. I’m not his. This isn’t anything more than releasing some tension after surviving a particularly dicey day. Even so, I snuggle tighter to him, my skin humming at all the contact. “You said my blood calls to yours. What does that mean?”

“So many questions. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Shouldn’t you?” I fire back.

“I don’t need to rest like you do.”

“You don’t sleep?”

“I do.”

“Do you sleep hanging upside down like a bat?”

He snorts another laugh, his chest shaking. “No. Would you like me to?”

I look up at him again, his eyes dark in the low light. “Is it safe to talk here?”

“Safer than at your place.” With an easy motion, he flips me onto my front on the bed, his body pressing against my back. “Which is good, because there are things you need to know.”

“Finally!”

He presses a kiss to my spine.

I squeal when he presses his legs between mine, his hard cock against my ass. “What are you doing?”

“I thought you were a medical doctor?” he purrs. “Must I explain this to you in detail?” He moves his hips until his cock is against my entrance. “Or perhaps the physical demonstration will suffice.”

My fingers curl in the sheets as he thrusts forward. I’m sore but not sore enough to stop him. He fills me so completely, my body stretching to accommodate him. He groans, his hands covering mine, our fingers interlacing. Lifting my hips, I take him even deeper, an ache beginning inside me that can only end one way.

“Tell me,” I breathe. “Tell me everything.”

“After.” He fists my hair, forcing me to arch for him.

I press my palms into the bed, leveraging myself against him with each thrust. He feels so good, so right that I want more. He sucks my neck, my eyes rolling back from the pure pleasure of it, and when he reaches around and palms one of my breasts, I moan.

“That’s it.” He thrusts harder, jarring the bed and sending me higher. “Give me what’s mine, Georgia.”

He bites my shoulder, and I let out a cry from somewhere deep inside. He growls against my skin, his fangs eliciting that first burst of pain followed by inexplicably profound ecstasy. His fingers find my clit, and he plays me as his thrusts grow more feral, more wild, his fangs still embedded in my skin. Forbidden and wrong, a violation, but one that sets my soul on fucking fire.

I gasp, my hips locking, my release starting deep and flowing outward like ripples on clear water. Diving under the wave, I feel every shudder, every stroke of his fingers and his thick cock. It’s too much. I’m drowning in him again. He bites down harder and grips my breast, then thrusts deep. He groans, low and sensual, as he comes. My body, heated and slick, practically vibrates with satisfaction.

Collapsing beneath him, I try to catch my breath, to come back down from the high of Valen. Again, he removes his fangs and swipes at the wound. A brief sting as recompense for the sweetest honey. Then he kisses it gently, his lips dragging across my skin, sending sparks of electric warmth all through me.

He slides to the bed next to me then pulls me to him. His lips graze my ear, one of his hands resting on my breast. “I’ve waited for you.” He traces the curve of my hip. “For so, so long.”

I’m still in the high, in the fluffy cloud of post-orgasm bliss. “How long?”

“My whole life.”

“And how long is that, exactly?”

“Births weren’t recorded with perfect accuracy back then, and mine certainly wasn’t. But the closest guess is around 700 years.”

Some of my haze fades. “That’s … That’s so impossible that I’m going to need to think about it for a while.”