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What could be better than having his hard length rub against her? Then his free hand slid under her dress and higher up her thigh.

And she knew. Her body tensed, as it always did before Dmitri entered her, preparing for the discomfort and pain.

Julian stopped, his brows drawing together and his lips drawing down to a scowl.

No, not again, Leah thought. She wouldn’t lose him this time. Not only because she had to seduce him, but because she wanted him, and she needed his help moving past this fear holding her back.

Her hands cupped his face, and she dropped her forehead to his.

“Please,” she begged, infusing her voice with all her desire, “please don’t stop.”

His eyes met hers, and he must’ve seen whatever he needed, because his hand moved her and brushed the place where she quivered for his touch, pulling at the ridiculous thong that had come with the outfit. Leah almost jumped out of her skin when his finger slid against her entrance; an involuntary groan left her.

He drew in a harsh breath. “You’re so wet.”

“Julian…” Leah murmured, dazed with lust, waiting, anticipating what was coming. Hating him for making her wait.

“Do you want it?” he growled, red tinging his irises from unadulterated lust. His fingers teased at her entrance, stroking back and forth, back and forth.

“Yes, yes, please!” she cried.

“Yes, what? What do you want?” he demanded, a savage vampire staring back at her.

The bastard. What more did he want from her? Was it not enough that her body was his for the taking? That she lost all rationality, all sense of self, when he was near?

Leah swallowed, suddenly unsure again. As if sensing her hesitation, he slid one finger halfway inside of her while his thumb rubbed the hardened knot of her clit. The feel of him stretching her chased away any doubts she had. She wanted to sink down on him, to take pleasure for her own, but Julian’s leg and other hand held her tight.

“Yes.” Her breath came out in shallow gasps when his finger slid deeper, just a little.

“Keep talking,” he commanded with a growl.

“I”—another centimeter in— “want your finger… in”—Leah couldn’t think.

Words abandoned her. He drove her crazy with his fingers, the way he knew exactly where to stop to make her want more, the way his rough thumb rubbed her clit in circles without ever applying enough pressure to give her what she wanted.

“In what?” Another circle. Another shock to her system.

Leah stared down at his fiercely beautiful face, at his glowing eyes tinged with red, and realized he craved this as much as she did. It pushed her to say the rest.

“In me.”

“As my lady commands.”

Julian would always remember Leah’s gasping scream when he buried his fingers deep inside of her. He watched her rocking on him, her head back against the wall, her skin flushed, and soft moans escaping her luscious mouth. She jutted her breasts forward, her nipples hard dots poking out from under the thin dress.

Julian couldn’t resist the temptation and sucked on one. Her pussy tightened around him as his reward. He groaned. Gods, he should be inside of her right now, feeling her silken sheath squeeze around his cock.

She was so fucking wet. For him, only for him.

And it was all real this time.

Her arousal, her lust, her needy cries. Nothing, from her drumming heart to her writhing hips to her nails digging into his shoulder, was pretense. If he let her, she would ride his fingers to completion.

He was playing with fire, tempting himself to lose all control. He wanted to be inside her. To fuck her hard and fast. To take as much as she could give. Her blood, their mating bond, called out to the vampire, who was close to the surface. His fangs ached to bite down. To taste her. Claim her.

She was his.

After this night, no other vampire would dare touch her. To drive himself away from the brink, away from thoughts of foolishness, Julian focused on pleasuring her. He nudged the dress apart to expose her ivory skin and licked her exposed nipple. She muttered his name in protest, in pleasure.