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KYRA

K yra was losing her mind. The anticipation was killing her, but she didn't remember how to make love to a man, and she trusted Max to make it good for her.

When he lifted her into his arms and sat with her on the shower bench, she was a little surprised, and when he reached for the shampoo as if he was going to wash her hair instead of licking every inch of her body, she was a little disappointed.

But when he worked the shampoo gently into her hair, massaging her scalp, she sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes.

"That feels amazing," she murmured, leaning into his touch.

Perhaps going slow and relaxing first was better than moving straight into the ravaging part. Supposedly, the buildup was no less important than the act itself .

"I've never washed a woman's hair before," Max said when he rinsed the suds out with the handheld. "Did I do it right?"

Was he really asking her about her hair routine right now? Was he afraid of moving too fast?

She could feel his erection under her, and it was deliciously hard and velvety smooth.

Her core responded to the feel of him just as it should.

She wasn't broken, she hadn't shriveled and died sexually. She'd been waiting for him.

"I'm waiting for instructions," he reminded her.

"Conditioner," she murmured.

"Oh, that's right." He lifted his arm to reach for the conditioner. "How much should I use?"

If he kept this up, she was going to explode from frustration.

"Never mind." Rising, Kyra turned and looked into his eyes. "I want to kiss you." She cupped his cheeks.

Max leaned away as if he was the one who didn't remember how to do this. "Careful on my fangs," he murmured. "They might scrape you."

It was dark in the bathroom, but with both their eyes glowing, there was enough light for her to see his fangs clearly and they were as long and as sharp as they had been when he'd fought the Doomers.

Sexy and terrifying at the same time.

"I don't care if they scrape me." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "I heal fast. Remember? "

He groaned. "I've never made love to an immortal female before. This is all new to me."

His admission loosened the last tendril of tension within her. "I guess it's a virgin voyage for both of us since I don't remember ever making love to anyone."

Max chuckled nervously. "In a way, I guess." His speech was slurred because of his fangs, and that, too, was sexy. "I like it that you are not afraid of my fangs."

"Says who?" She flicked her tongue around one gleaming fang, then leaned away to look at him. "Will it hurt?"

"Only for a split second."

He squeezed conditioner into his palm, but instead of working it into her hair, he used it to massage her breasts while kissing her neck. "But then the venom will turn it into incredible pleasure, and you will climax, over and over again, until you black out."

She shivered. "If you keep doing that to my breasts, I might orgasm just from that."

"It would be the first one of many."

He took her lips gently, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, somehow making sure not to slice her lip with his sharp fangs.

When he retracted his tongue for a moment, she followed with hers, slipping it between his fangs.

He groaned, and his shaft twitched under her. Evidently, an immortal male's fangs were an erogenous zone, and swirling her tongue around them was turning him on, maybe too much because he cupped the back of her head and pulled her away.

"I don't want our first time to be in the shower," he hissed.

Kyra didn't see anything wrong with that, but given that she had no remembered experience, she let Max lead the way.

Lifting with her in his arms, he carried her out, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to the bed.

"I love how strong you are," she said when he laid her down gently.

His smile was predatory as he yanked the towel off her and used it to dry himself off. He was a sight to behold, and she devoured him with her eyes as he tossed the towel aside and climbed onto the bed, all muscle and sinewy grace.

"I want a kiss." He put his hands on her knees and gave them a slight push. "Spread a little for me."

Kyra's eyes widened as she realized what kind of kiss he was planning.

The room was completely dark now that the automatic shutters had gone down, but Max could see her just as clearly as she saw him, and she had a moment of hesitation before doing as he asked.

Kyra had never thought of herself as submissive, but she felt a thrill at obeying Max's command and doing something she was slightly uncomfortable with. Maybe it was the primitive part of her, the cavewoman that lusted after the strongest male, and her arousal shot several notches up .

He dipped his head and rewarded her with a long lick that was followed by a probing finger, just a gentle circling before finally pushing it slowly inside of her.

It felt so good, and she wanted more, but she also wanted him to take it slow and treat her like a virgin. When he added his tongue to the play, pumping her with his fingers and circling her clitoris with his tongue, her moans turned into groans, and her hips shot up to get more of his fingers, more of his tongue.

He gave her what she wanted, devouring and pumping until the coil finally snapped, and she shouted his name, but somehow, no sound left her throat.

A moment later, he gripped her hips and plunged into her with one powerful thrust, and she came again, this time his name reverberating from the walls as she screamed it.

He drove in and out of her, going hard and fast, and she met him thrust for thrust, climbing up and up toward another climax. She was hovering over the edge when he draped himself over her, his big body enveloping hers as he licked the spot where he was going to bite her.

Kyra tensed, expecting him to sink his fangs into her neck, and when he did, there was a moment of searing pain, but then the venom entered her vein, and she orgasmed again, and then there was bliss, and she shot up to the sky and kept soaring.