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She rolled her head from one side to the other

Fiona, he whispered inside her mind

She could hear him, but she couldn’t focus on hiroan, and his thrusts were faster now

I want to remove you from thrall Will you allow it? Will you try?

I’m afraid This is so wonderful You don’t know I’m afraid Afraid

Never mind His voice was but a whisper Are you close?

Close? Close to heaven? Yes, she was Close to ecstasy? Oh, God, yes She had never felt anything like this before

But there was one thing she desired, so very specific to the vaed She wanted Jean-Pierre to take her blood

Jean-Pierre, she sent

He groaned I love your voice in

Take my blood There she had said it and the htened around hi more than that, you know I do But after all you have been through--

She cut hi at all You have to remember, as done to me was done with needles and machinery

But are you certain you are ready? Blood is as taken fro"it to you and I want this more than I can say

"Shit," he said aloud and his body stilled

The trouble was, she was so ready and thoughts of his fangs in her neck so aroused her that she played hiers and he was her instru, but the feel of hiroans froasped each word "Please stop"

She sucked in a deep breath and grew as still as he was She panted lightly, trying not to feel so retted was that she had waited so long to give herself to hi moment, he relaxed his shoulders and seemed to take a deep breath He leaned over her now and nuzzled her ear, her throat, her neck

He began to lick right above her vein Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers down her shoulders, her breasts, over her abdoan to move within her once more, slowly now

The enthrallment surprised her, that she could feel so much, almost acutely, and yet her mind could be so relaxed

She felt her vein rise to an to suckle

The sharp sting passed so fast and the suckling, as he took her blood down his throat, was an erotic ballad She savored the sound and loved that what she gave him would nourish him in a way that was a mystery on Second Earth She knew that her blood contained her power and that in some way, his poould be affected by hers

His hips roaned, drawing harder at her neck

You taste exquisite, chérie

Her hands drifted over his long hair then found his back Wing-locks were so sensitive, and she found that his ith pleasure She drifted her hands down them so that he writhed beneath her touch, rew quick

Jean-Pierre So close

He left her neck and drew back His lips tinged red

Kiss me, she sent

He crashed down on her The moment that she tasted her blood coupled with the flavor of hian to flow, to pull hard within her body, in spas over the folds low on her body, traveling up her well to rise, higher and higher, grasping her abdoiving you what I have to give, his mind cried within hers She felt the power leave her body and he cried out sharp and loud, driving into her in hard punches that onceatmy neck, no, so low … oh, God He shouted noords in French she didn’t understand, but it didn’t ain until she was screa, his back arching, his body slaainst hers

Jean-Pierre Jean-Pierre

Fiona Mon Dieu!

The orgas, so French, "La Vie en Rose," perhaps

His hips slowed and finally stopped Her body grew slack

A moment later, he lifted the veil of thrall Fiona blinked several ti hiht her hand to her chest and looked into his eyes, ocean eyes