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Only anger and pain and need

Tugging her finger froar sweetness of her with a greed that should’ve terrified her But this was Holly Who thought his eyes were pretty and anted to introduce him to her mother

Mouths fused and bodies in passionate sync, they ended up in the roo her dress up over her head and throwing it aside, he palmed her breasts When he bent his head to caress theed at his hair as if she wanted another kiss

He resisted, squeezing her other breast to make his point

A shiver ran through her Satisfaction a curve on his lips, her pleasure soothing and calot to work She jus,blood She was sensitive there, not just to touch, but to the kiss of his fangs

He took full advantage of that knowledge to tease and torment her First, he let the taste of her sink into hi the wound closed It was only a s to do with drinking blood to survive Then he licked his tongue over her nipple before closing his teeth deliberately over it and tugging

Jerking, she ran her hands down his back, scraping at hih his shirt When she pulled ied to unbutton the shirt without taking his attention froloried in the feel of her nails sinking into his flesh as he bit and licked and kissed

Only when her heart was a rapid tattoo and she sounded like she couldn’t breathe did he move his lips to the centerline of her chest and kiss his way back up to herthe silken heat of her body close to him

S, that was Holly

Her kiss was a de Holly had decided on him and he knew no matter what happened, she was it for him He’d be like Jason’s vampire contact, that man who still loved his lost mate so many years after her murder

Sos a man knew

Breaking their kiss, he nuzzled his way down her throat, nipping at her carotid as he did so She shivered but erous, could’ve torn out her throatbut that wasn’t what they were to one another

Lifting her up in his arms, he threw her onto the bed

She laughed, her hair a glorious stain of color on the white bedding, and her eyes so full of pure happiness that it stopped his breath “Tushar,” she said, using a name no one had spoken in centuries, a name he’d told everyone was of a dead man

Turned out he’d lied

“God,” she said suddenly, “iine if past-Holly could see irl would be shocked, shocked”

Laughing at her reference to their antagonistic beginnings, the e, he got on the bed and began to kiss his way down her body, ignoring all her attempts and orders to hi this, his patience a sinuous, covetous thing focused onher as his

She writhed on the bed, herhis nostrils flare

Crouched over her, his head by her navel and his hands on her hips to keep her still, he flicked up his eyelashesto see her looking down, her breath coasps “You,” she said on a sucked-in gulp of air, “are a menace”

He felt his lips curve It had been an eon, forever, since he’d played this ith a lover Perhaps he never had Before his Making, he’d had only three lovers, all traders passing through anted nothing but a little physical ease Since all three women were on settled routes, he’d had the pleasure of their bodies in his bed a nuers who ain—but neither had they wanted one another for anything but bed sport

After his MakingA man couldn’t be free, couldn’t love, when he knew his lovers saw only part of hiliht they understood, but no one did, not really Not until Holly

Veno from her

Not his needs

Not his movements