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Dawn neared N&iuht would drive the vah Josephine could have traced anywhere in the universe, she’d be back

He reached into his pocket Beside her ripped thong was the necklace he’d stolen, the one she’d been touching to her lip when he’d first co it in his hands He’d taken the necklace for turnabout--his fingers were just as sticky as hers--but also because he’d suspected the piece would have

Those bits of metal were spent bullets

Oh, yes, she’d be back He had the bait; how to trap her? Evidently, his hold wouldn’t be enough

When Rune had set out from Tenebrous, he’d outfitted himself to kill a Valkyrie, not to keep a vampire He had no traceproof manacles with him, nor in his sanctuary at Tortua

The nymphs had told him of a Lore shop in town If he found a pair of cuffs there, he’d lure the vampire close with the necklace, then snare her

Once she was his captive, he would do all the forbidden things he’d fantasized about

Clawing, sucking, tonguing

Kissing

One of his most heated fantasies was the simplest: to take a woman’s mouth and make her moan--with pleasure instead of pain

The last time he’d tasted another’s lips had been a kiss of death Whenever he pictured kissing, he recalled that night

Rune yearned for a kiss to erase his last

Earlier, when one of the nyrown sickened to re

He pocketed the necklace, his fingers drawn to Josephine’s silk thong as if netized With his other hand, he traced her bite mark, almost healed

For all he knew, Nïx had dispatched the vampire as a spy The Møriør’s weaknesses were few, but they could be exploited by a clever strategist Just as Orion did to his eneht he’d co her panties had his balls so blue every footfall pained him Maybe he should release some of the pressure, so he could think

A pair of water nymphs at daould do the trick He headed toward the courtyard He’d just entered when the nyht behind him

Exactly what he needed, a palate cleanser! A blonde and a redhead--ideal for getting past a brunette He thought the blonde was named Dew, the redhead Brook They looked well-tumbled

What would Josephine look like ell-pleasured? He hadn’t seen to her at all, as she’d pointed out But shefrom me!