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Distantly, she wondered why, exactly, they weren’t doing that right now. Because it sounded really, really fun.

“So pretty here. So pretty everywhere.” His thumb slowly circled her entrance, then dipped inside in a shallow, fleeting tease as his forefinger lightly petted the hood over her swelling clit. “I want it, ma puce. All this beauty is mine.”

With every touch, her breath hitched.

“Next time, you can take me.” He dropped to his belly then. Stretched out. Slid his strong arms beneath her thighs and laid heavy hands on her hips. Held her in place, every steady breath ruffling her pubic hair. “Tonight, I take you.”

She couldn’t see him anymore. Not over the swell of her own belly.

But there was no missing what she felt, what he was making her feel, and every other sense was swamped in him too.

The mint lingering on her tongue from his ravenous open-mouthed kisses on the way to his bedroom.

The sharp eucalyptus scent filling her lungs with every ragged inhalation.

The faint growl rumbling in his throat as he held himself perfectly still and studied her for an endless fever-bright minute.

The stream of air he blew over her vulva wasn’t even a little hot. It still burned.

She moaned and shifted restlessly, and he smiled. She couldn’t watch him do it, but she knew it was happening, knew how it would look. She could re-create its infuriating, glorious arrogance in precise detail.

“I’m hungry, darling.” His lips skimmed over the very tip of her clit. “I’ll eat, and you’ll give me what I need. You’ll beg to give me more.”

Okay, enough. It was time to justify that towering ego.

“Dude.” Reaching down, she laced her fingers through that dark gold hair, took a good grip, and yanked. “Less tongue talking. More tongue fucking.”

When he laughed, he did so against her increasingly slick flesh, and she gasped at the vibration.

Then he licked away all that slickness like a spill of honey, his tongue agile and soft and relentless.

It swept over her clit and along her folds, turned firm and slipped inside her for a shallow, slick, twisting thrust. His nose nudged, and his teeth scraped faintly, and the hungry sounds he made hummed over her nerve endings like her very favorite sex toy.

His fingertips teased her entrance, circling and rubbing as he settled in for a long, slow, luxurious suck of her clit.

Delirious, panting, eyes squeezed closed, she untangled one hand from his hair and cupped her own breast. Pinched her stiff nipple until the jolt of pleasure connected her tit to the playful swirl of his tongue and draw of his mouth between her thighs.

When her hips hitched higher, seeking more pressure, he shoved them right back down and held her in place, forcing her to take only what he gave her.

White heat built deep in her belly, and her legs began to tremble. She twitched against his tongue, the tension in her body growing with each lick, each hum, each leisurely suck, and this time she could actually feel his self-satisfied smile against her flesh.

“Not yet, sweet Edie,” he crooned, the words an open taunt. “Patience.”

Then his lips and tongue slid off to the side, and she tugged viciously at his stupidly thick hair and groaned in disbelief, because where the fuck was he going?

His open mouth trailed over her labia and dragged through her curls.

Pushing her right knee to the mattress with one hand, he nuzzled his face between her heaving belly and the top of her thigh.

He fastened his mouth there and sucked hard enough to bruise, blood rushing to the surface of her skin as her nerves prickled.

The pressure increased in two distinct spots, rising almost to the point of pain.

His other palm slid between her legs and squeezed until she moaned.

“Yes?” he grated out, and it took her a few seconds to grasp what he was asking.

Her femoral artery. His fangs. Her hunger and his, satisfied in one bite.

“Oh gods, please.” The bastard still wouldn’t let her lift her hips, and she squirmed against his inexorable hold, her nails digging into his scalp. “ Max .”

His fangs pierced her flesh at the same moment he sank three fingers inside her and thumbed her clit, and the strangled noise echoing in her ears might as well have come from a stranger, because she didn’t recognize it.

His long fingers fucked and twisted inside her as she tugged sharply at her nipple. And each pull from his mouth on her thigh, every swallow of her blood, felt like slow, relentless suction on the same spot where his thumb rubbed and stroked and pressed.

Splayed helplessly beneath him, she came within moments, pulsing against his hand in voluptuous wet spasms with each racking wave of pleasure. A long, drawn-out moan from deep in her throat vibrated with the sound of his name.

He kept working her body relentlessly, kept swallowing her blood and teasing her clit, as she shook and gasped.

When the clench of her body around his fingers began to weaken at last, he finally raised his head, and she could feel the slide of warm liquid over her thigh. Blood welling from his bite.

“So sweet, my Edie.” He pressed a soft kiss on her clit, still fucking her steadily with his tireless, twisting fingers. “Again.”

His eager tongue lapped up the trail of blood, and then his fangs slid into her flesh once more. His mouth sealed over the bite as he sucked and swallowed and made starbursts appear behind her eyelids, and she threw her head back with a cry.

Delirious with pleasure, she eventually orgasmed again, and probably a third time too.

By that point, her thoughts were more than a bit hazy, and she didn’t consciously pay attention to much of anything until he was crawling up her body and telling her how gorgeously she came for him.

Gripping his hard cock, he knelt between her limp legs and pumped himself a couple of times before sliding a condom down the thick length of his erection.

Dazed, quivering and empty without him inside her anywhere, she blinked up at him when he pushed her knees high and wide again.

He interlaced their fingers, stretched her arms above her head, and lowered himself atop her trembling body, pressing their knotted hands deep into the mattress as he nudged against her entrance.

“Need to have you, my Edie. Sink my dick inside that slick chatte,” he rasped, a small smear of blood staining the corner of his mouth. “Bite your neck.”

Then he waited, those soft lips curled into a snarl, his incisors long and red-tipped, his eyes black as pitch and inferno-hot.

When her fingers flexed in his, he bore down with more of his weight, a silent rejoinder. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he allowed it.

Only…he was still waiting for the words. For consent.

If she told him no, he’d climb off her right now, his cock still stiff and needy.

All his forcefulness, all the fierce demand in his claim, was for her.

Because it turned her on, and he knew it.

Had probably smelled her arousal and seen her pupils blow wide every time he took control and made promises he was clearly able to keep.

So she wrapped her legs around his hips, a silent claim of her own. Arched her back and rubbed her slick vulva along his throbbing dick now that she could move her lower body again.

His snarl deepened, a growl vibrating in his throat, but he continued waiting for her verdict. Continued justifying the trust she’d placed in him and the lust she felt for him.

He’d waited long enough. They both had.

“Fuck me.” Lifting her head, she brushed a light, tender kiss over his swollen lower lip. “Drink from me. Now.”

His fingers tightened, pressing their hands even deeper into the mattress, but his mouth was soft against hers, the press of his lips a sweet caress. When he ended the languid, exploring kiss, he nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers, the gesture unmistakably fond.

He smelled like her. Tasted like her. In such a close embrace, she’d fill his entire field of vision. He’d see nothing but her, just as she saw nothing but him.

She smiled up at him, and his breath hitched.

Then he finally, finally notched the head of his cock exactly where she wanted it.

Holding her stare, he pushed inside her for the first time.

She was already oversensitive from coming repeatedly, and he penetrated her inch by deliberate inch, making her feel every bit of it, the stretch and pressure of his dick splitting her open in slow motion.

The endless slide was glorious, slick and leisurely, her every nerve firing with pleasure as he sank deeper and deeper.

When her eyelids slipped shut, his hips stilled. His chin nudged hers.

“Let me see those pretty brown eyes.” When she bit her lip, he freed the pinched flesh with a sweep of his tongue. “Don’t hide, ma puce. I want all of you.”

She was desperately afraid he already had all of her. Terrified he might see it in her eyes. But she couldn’t deny him, and she wouldn’t deny herself either. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t watch his pleasure. Couldn’t bask in the sight of him drunk on her blood and her body.

As soon as her eyes opened, he kissed her again. “There you are. Thank you, darling.”

His hips snapped forward, and he ground into her, making her take the last inch of his cock. The avid hunger in those dark, dark eyes flared hotter as she exhaled in a long moan, and she couldn’t have looked away again, even if she’d wanted to.

He reared up over her then, using their entwined hands as leverage, and began to fuck her.

Hard enough to snatch her breath and white out her brain, so smoothly she could have cried with the joy of having Max—confident, knowledgeable, attentive Max—inside her at last. Max, who brought her nothing but pleasure even as his fangs scraped down her throat.