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“I figured we could go down for breakfast.”

“Wh-h-ut?” She was utterly confused about his meaning.

Her body was folded in half, turned inside out, and coherent thoughts had left her over an hour ago.

The blood in her body was singing, literally singing with euphoric pleasure as she’d become accustomed to knowing throughout the night.

He’d allowed her a few hours of rest. Still, after the hour of midnight, Amaros had her quivering and shaking in pleasure from his fingers stroking and toying with her, pushing her into ecstasy’s waves repeatedly, or sighing and moaning as his mouth sucked and tugged on her turgid nipples.

Or he had her screaming her release as he did naughty and tantalizing things with his mouth that had her spine arching and bowing.

Even now, with all intent and purpose with the sun beginning to radiate its first rays of golden-violet light through the large, stained-glass window, the deadly sexy vampire was currently down her body licking and nipping at her clit, in between the times he was dipping his tongue into the well of cream he’d incited, edging her and taking his time as if he were enjoying a lazy breakfast. So, if she could not process any other definition of his sentences, it was solely due to his current actions.

“Breakfast, little angel.” His words danced over her sensitive skin before he continued wringing her swollen clit, then softly brushed the tip of his tongue over her throbbing peak. “I’m sure you are familiar with the concept. Humans are also known to enjoy morning meals.”

After he said ‘meals,’ he wrapped his perfect, firm lips around her engorged clit and gently suckled it; like it was a ripe raspberry, he savored and attempted to drain every drop of juice from it. With all the time in the fucking world.

Her palms slammed against the iron, wood, and gold-designed headboard above her head.

Michaela’s mouth stretched wide, but her throat seized around her scream.

Every muscle in her core tightened violently, drawing her spine into an arc as her gaze went hazy and threatening to go black.

Her gaze locked on Amaros, whose ash-gray eyes practically glowed with lust and satisfaction, stared at her from between her parted thighs.

The sight was both erotic and lethal because if he didn’t let her climax soon, it would kill her.

Hell, she wasn’t even sure how that was possible for the undead.

Still, she was sure she’d find out soon—perhaps when her tightly-wound body finally snapped, and she disintegrated into a million tiny pieces—never to be put back together.

The salaciously-evil man slowly released her clit and rested on his elbows, still grasping her in a firm hold behind her knees, keeping them wide and settling on the outer curves of her breasts.

She’d been like that for over an hour, and she doubted once he let her off the bed if she could ever walk again.

It wasn’t humanly possible to remain in such a position for so long.

But I’m not human.

This wasn’t the first time she’d reminded herself of the fact. She was changed. Amaros had changed her. Now blood was her religion and lust, the altar she bowed at.

She had so many questions; finally, she felt coherent enough to ask some of them. Well, semi-coherent since most of the thoughts in her mind were centered on the place of the Vampire Sire’s illicitly-lewd, carnivorous assault.

The wicked curl of Amaros’s shiny lips showed evidence of how much he enjoyed toying with her.

Michaela knew why it was so hard for Amaros to keep her release just out of reach. Throughout the night, she was both shamed and intrigued to discover that she needed the piercing lightning of pain to launch her over the edge.

Even now, her face heated to recall how each time her body trembled on the precipice of ecstasy, her core knotted and aching to the point of weeping as her completion hovered just out of reach.

It was only when Amaros gripped her nipples hard between his teeth, just shy of breaking the skin while he drove his long, deft fingers hard along her walls, that she came.

Or the time he’d had her face down on the bed, her ass high in the air as he licked her pussy, slapping her ass over and over and over and over again until her skin was inflamed and raw, but she’d come.

Her screams echoed and reverberated up into the dome carving about the bed until it filled the room with the music of her pleasure.

After she’d had to sleep on her stomach naked, unable even to tolerate the light brush of the satin sheets on her skin, Amaros had stroked the curve of her ass anyway, his fingertips a whisper along her heated flesh, making her recognize the pain and accept her need for it.

She’d whimpered into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Only to awaken in her current state.

He’d done this to her. Made her need so dark and twisted that only the most wicked of things gave her pleasure.

Wasn’t her desire for blood enough that he must make her want more? Crave more. No . She knew the answer because even now, she desired nothing more than to beg him to sink his fangs into her. The one thing he had not done since he’d saved her life in the cave.

Oh, he let her drink from him. Encouraged, urged her to do it.

Even if she wanted to withhold herself from him, refuse to bite him like he wouldn’t give in to her, locked in this spacious, elaborately decorated art museum, she had no other choice.

And the bloodlust that consumed every cell in her body would not be denied.

However, she wasn’t foolish enough to convince herself she was only out for blood and lust, but this man, this Vampire. She wanted Amaros.

The more he kept his fangs out of her, depriving her of feeling the intimate connection and wholeness again, the more she began to have doubts that Amaros wanted her for anything other than a plaything. Something to amuse himself while she went through the transition.

The beast that now lived inside of her controlled her at a level that astounded her mentally and physically. It made her aware that there was something more than foreplay and him feeding him to slake her thirst. It made her yearn for Amaros’s bite and burn under his rejection to give it to her.

Amaros was her Sire because he had made her, but not her mate.

She had been in deadly agony in the cave, but she recalled the few words they had exchanged, and he’d made no other promises to her but that she would live. He’d fulfilled his part.

“I think it is time. You are ready to step out of this room.”

This room. Not our room.

Parched, she licked her lips, expecting them to be dry only to find them wet. Not just moistened from her tongue, but there was a coating of blood on them. She was confused for a moment until she felt the sting along her tongue as if sliced by dual razors. Her fangs had done it.

Fangs! Gingerly, she ran her tongue over the sharp tips. Joy bubbled up inside of her.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” Amaros released her legs, letting them drop heavily onto the mattress as he crawled up the bed and lay beside her.

“Yeth...yeth...” Her words were obscure because she couldn’t keep her tongue off her fangs long enough to speak clearly.

Tired of being fed like a baby vamp, only able to drink if Amaros cut a vein for her, she was ready to use her newly sprouted teeth.

A faint haze of red began to tint her eyes as she thought about having the opportunity to sink her fangs into one of the delicious humans she smelled on Amaros the other night or hear the staccato of their hearts beating through the door.

It had been maddening.

“Yes, let’s go down to breakfast.” She sat up quickly, ready to make her way from the bed.

Amaros, who had centuries on her, was faster. He grabbed her wrists and kept her seated at the edge of the bed. “You are not permitted to seek out the humans alone.”

“Why not?” she whined, honestly whined, as her bottom lip poked out like the baby beast she just declared to herself she wasn’t. “I’m hungry.”

He chuckled, and the heat of his body through his damn cotton shirt pressed along her back. No man should have a laugh that was a perfect timbre that made it feel like a lover's soft, warm breath was blowing along every needy hill and valley of your body.

It wasn’t right. It was downright cruel to cause such a sensation when she didn’t find any damn thing funny, not the fact he wasn’t going to let her bite anyone or the fact that even with everything he’d done to her through the long-ass night, Amaros had remained dressed in his slacks and shirt.

Feeling his bare skin against hers was another yearning denied her. She attempted to yank out of his hold. It didn’t work. Even though he only used two fingers and his thumb on each of her wrists, his light hold was unbreakable.

“I know you need blood. I will ensure you get plenty. But only when and how I say.” He kissed along the shell of her ear.

“Then we might as well just eat here.” Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed him her new fangs. “I can bite you...on the wrist, your neck...” She lowered her gaze even though with him pressed in behind her, she couldn’t place her eyes exactly on her mark, but she still said, “Your cock.”

Why did she let herself go there? She didn’t know. The only thing thinking of the hard length of him she’d felt pressed against her way too often did was spike her desire up again. It was bad enough that Amaros had left her unsatisfied. And she had no doubt he’d done it purposely.

He released another infuriating chuckle that had her toes curling into the luxurious sheets even as it grated. “True, if I were to allow you. However, breakfast here wouldn’t serve the purpose.”

“What purpose?”