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“Yes, Rosalie.” A growl escapes his chest. And I feel the bear near the surface, straining to break free with the coming moon. “We don’t have time to go anywhere else. We need to get this donenow, and get you safe.”

Just the romantic words a girl longs to hear.

“But… Marcus…” I say, trying one last time to bring him back to reason.

Cooper’s eyes glow golden as his mouth possessively claims mine again—an animal sound rumbling out of his chest. “He’sdead until the sun sets. It’s not just that he can’t be in the sun. He’s not even ambulatory right now. We’re safe until then.”

I don’t ask if he killed the rest of the vampire’s human servants. I know he did.

Fifty minutes.

I look back to Cooper and find pleading in his amber gaze.

“I have to do this before I shift again. The bear is crazed, and… I just need you to be safe. Please don’t make me a monster. Don’t fight me anymore.”

My hands shake as I remove my t-shirt. I see the animal staring out at me from behind Cooper’s eyes—greedily drinking me in. More and more of his humanity seems to ebb away by the moment.

He nods with approval. “Good girl.”

I catch the glint of fangs in his mouth when he speaks.

I work on my jeans while he unhooks my bra. I arch up against his groping hands as he strokes and kneads my breasts. His tongue swirls over each nipple, causing them to pebble into hard points, and I can’t hold back the whimper.

“Get on the mattress,” he says. His voice has gone down a register, his wildness nearly overtaking him.

“Cooper…”

“Now, Rosalie.”

I’m completely exposed as I lie on the mattress under the harsh lighting of the cell, but I don’t have time to be self-conscious.

Forty-three minutes.

I expect him to just thrust into me, but he takes his time, licking and nibbling and sucking his way down my body. His fangs graze my flesh, creating a blurry line between what hurts and what feels good.

Goosebumps rise up behind his trailing tongue, and then I arch up off the mattress, a soft cry escaping my throat as he drags his wet tongue slowly over my sex.

My hands find their way into his hair as I ride his mouth. Fuck why weren’t we doing this before? Only a vampire’s thrall could make rappelling down a thirty story building sound like a better idea than Cooper’s tongue on my pussy.

“Come for me,” he growls against my sex, his low gravel voice rumbling against my flesh.

“Please, Cooper…”

“Come,” he growls. “Now.”

He pushes a finger inside me as his tongue works my clit, and I obey his command, babbling nonsensically, saying words that probably don’t even exist as he chuckles against my mound.

“Good girl, now beg me to fuck you.”

“Please… Please…” I whine.

I can’t remember any other words. But this is good enough for him.

He flips me to my hands and knees, and I get a quick mental flash of my fantasies from back on the dance floor.

“I’m sorry we can’t have an audience for this,” he says, and I know… heputthose images in my head that night.

I gasp when he fully seats himself inside me. I clutch at the bare mattress, trying to find purchase, anything to grab onto as he rides me without mercy.