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Voice unrecognizable, he said, “Trying to pace myself here.” Not a customary issue for him. Buying time, he leaned down to run his chin over the tip of one of her ears, back and forth, wondering if she’d be sensitive?—

He found himself shoved back on the couch, a wild-eyed vampire atop him.

“That felt electric!” She ripped at his shirt, his lusty female demanding more. “I like thisverymuch.”

He snatched the garment off. “Getting that impression,” he said, his tone sounding thrilled even to his own ears.

With heavy lids, she ran her hands over his chest, her palms smoothing over his tattoos. “You’re such a beautiful man.” The chest she rubbed swelled with pride. “I want to see more.” She yanked off his boots, tossing them over her shoulder. His pants were all but clawed away, leaving his cock to bounce before her.

“That’s what I’ve wanted to see,” she all but purred. “It’s even better than I fantasized.”

Her enthralled gaze was like a touch. Moisture beaded the tip, as it hadn’t done since he’d been decades old.

“Does it feel good when the head grows wet?”

Guh.“Yes.Talk about itmore.” Her sultry voice alone could get him off!

“I’ll bet the slit across the crown is sensitive.” She leaned down and puckered her lips to blow a breath.

Air ghosted over it; his hips shot up to chase sensation. “Fuck!” Who had the magic between them? She could make him a thrall for her.

When her soft hands seized his length, his rod swelled even harder for her, and he gave her more pre-cum. With the pad of her forefinger, she rubbed the slickened head until his mind blanked, his knees falling wide.

Rubbing . . . rubbing . . .while he ground upward to her touch.

“I didn’t expect it to be so hot.”

He blinked to attention. “You’ve really never touched a male?”

A blush crept across her cheeks as she gave him a tentative stroke that had him twisting on the couch. “I’ve only had a furtive kiss or two.”

Infuriated that others had taken her lips before him, he tossed her to her back, intending to make her forget those kisses too. He clutched her blouse in his fists and tore away the material, but not quickly enough; she wriggled out of the garment remains.

He hissed in a breath at the sight of her breasts. Cherry-red nipples tipped pale mounds of flesh. “A mirage?” His imaginings hadn’t done these justice.

That blush returned to spread from her cheeks down her chest, but instead of covering herself, she sought his gaze. The expectancy in her eyes leveled him. She wanted him to tell her tender things, a language he simply did not know. So he would show her.

He bent down to remove her boots. Kisses across her sensitive ankles made her gasp. He tugged off her pants and underwear, then sank back on his haunches to behold her unclothed—like witnessing a new magic he’d never encountered.

She’d hungered to feed from his body; now he fed his senses from hers, drinking in her scents and these sights—every detail from her glossy hair spread out on the sofa to her impudent nipples to the plump folds of her blond sex.

A sensual medley that stupefied him. “Kosmina . . .” Lowering his head to one of her breasts, he kissed the flesh all around her nipple. She tunneled her fingers through his hair to guide him.

Determined to set the pace, he somehow resisted her. This teasing couldn’t be rushed. He alternately wanted to bind her tightly to him and send her flying. Lips above her nipple, he rasped, “Shall I suck it? Or graze it with my teeth?”

She arched her back. “ANYTHING!”

He grinned, descending closer . . . closer . . . When he exhaled an awed breath around the point, she murmured in Dacian, words that even he could tell dripped with arousal. “What are you saying?”

“Any shyness has burned away. I feel like I was made to be with you like this. I am nothing but need, sorcerer!”

“Good. That’s how I want you.”

“Iache. Suck me.”

“Soon.” He touched his tongue to her nipple, then swept it across the straining tip. More licks followed to toy with it, readying it. . . .

Plaintive sounds spilled from her lips.