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He quickly apologized and shifted to one side, but she only sighed happily.

“You can rest on top of me anytime.”

He stroked a hand down the graceful curve of her back to her ass and then leaned down to kiss the tempting flesh, letting his fangs scrape lightly across it as she squeaked. He had so many plans for her, but he had time.

Not enough time.

He gently rolled her over, and she blinked up at him, her eyes still heavy-lidded with pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples swollen, the signs of his possession clear on her pale skin, and he only wanted her more. He was beginning to think he would never stop wanting her.

CHAPTER 17

Wendy lay in Damian’s arms, listening to him breathe.

“I guess you do need to breathe,” she murmured, and he laughed.

“I do, although I need less oxygen than humans, and can go for longer without it.”

She stroked his chest thoughtfully. That had been the most delicious, mind-blowing sex she’d ever experienced, but…

“You didn’t bite me.”

His chest tensed beneath her cheek.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I did not have your permission.”

It seemed reasonable, polite even, but there was something odd in his voice. She rolled over so she could see his face.

“I wouldn’t have refused you.”

His cock jerked against her stomach although his face remained neutral.

“It is not a decision to be made in a moment of passion.”

“We’re not having one now,” she pointed out. “I’m still saying yes.”

This time his cock jerked so hard it actually lifted her a little away from his body, but his eyes were fixed on her face.

“Why?”

It was a good question. Part of it was sheer curiosity. Another part was because she was convinced it was going to feel wonderful. But the biggest part was that it felt as if it would establish another connection between them, deeper than just their sexual attraction. But she wasn’t sure she was ready to tell him that, so she turned the question back to him.

“Why are you hesitating?”

He pulled her higher on his chest, settling her back in his arms as he stared at the ceiling.

“There are different kinds of feedings,” he said slowly. “One is just that, feeding for nourishment. It is usually transactional. There are vampires who prefer to feed from a person and people who are willing to donate for a price.”

“It sounds very clinical.”

“It is, but even under such conditions, there is an element of pleasure involved for both parties. Which leads to the second type, one which is part of and enhances a sexual encounter.”

Her nipples beaded against his chest.

“Is that what ours would be?”