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deepen the kiss, setting in to him, licking his lips, his tongue.

She drew back to work her sweater up and off, then reached back and unsnapped her lacy

bra. When she faced him again, his gaze was rapt on her bared breasts, his jaw slackened.

Today in the cave, she’d determined that he hadn’t wanted to rush their encounter. Now,

she again had the idea that he wanted to take this slowly, and judging from his reaction, he

thought she’d just skipped a step.

“I... Katja... ” He swallowed, seeming to memorize the sight. As if he believed he’d never

see something like this again?

The awful truth was that she enjoyed him gaping at her breasts, enjoyed his pained

expression when her nipples hardened right in front of his eyes.

“So lovely,” he said, his voice rumbling in that sexy way, shooting heat through her that

centered between her legs. Gods, she’d missed this.

He placed his hands flat on her back and pulled her forward to lightly lick one of her

nipples. She moaned at that small contact even before he took it between his lips.

Groaning around the peak, tongue flicking, he sucked hard until it throbbed. He released

her only to repeat the attentions to her other breast, then he stopped to gaze again. She

had the crazy idea that he wanted to see what he’d wrought with his lips.

But his breaths were heating the wet peaks, making her ache. “Please, Bastian,” she

murmured. If he was going to touch her, he needed to do it now.

He moved her until she lay across his lap, her neck against his arm. “Spread your legs,” he

rasped, pressing them open until her skirt rode up enough to reveal her panties. He grazed

the backs of his fingers up her inner thigh.

With his eyes heavy-lidded, he pulled her panties aside with one hand, reaching his other

hand around her waist and down to begin stroking her. He bit out a foreign curse at how

wet she was. “For me,” he said, his voice hoarse. It wasn’t a question, but she got the

sense that he wanted her to assure him.

“For you,” she whispered, making him shudder.

“That pleases me. You should be, since I’m hard for you constantly.” He rubbed her

wetness around, making her gasp, seeming fascinated with how slick she’d grown. When

he slipped his finger into her, he groaned from low in his throat, and she writhed, feeling

his shaft pulse beneath her.

“I’m going to kiss you here”—he rocked his hand upward, delving deeper, as his thumb

slowly stroked her clitoris—“all night.”

She cried out. She’d always found that act intensely erotic, and now the wicked thought of

a vampire doing it to her made her squirm.

Who was this domineering, sinfully sexy man? He’d seemed cautious, even tentative, in

the beginning. But not now.

Never had a takeoff felt so good. “Bastian, I need—”

“You want me to kiss you, Katja?”

“Yes!” She rolled her hips to work his finger in and out, and he groaned against her damp

nipple.

He continued this agonizing play until they leveled off and the lights in the cabin dimmed

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) to darkness except for the light over the table opposite them. He lifted her and gently

placed her on the table, pressing her back.

His hands skimmed up under her skirt until he could hook his fingers around her panties.

She shimmied to help him as he tugged them off.

He pushed her skirt to her waist, then sat before her in the plush seat, in the dark while she

was lying back in the light. He placed his palms on her legs and gently spread them. When

she was bared to him, he rasped, “You’re beautiful,” making her sex clench. She

whimpered as he continued to stare.

She’d never been looked at like this, never felt so exposed and vulnerable. And yet she

trusted him with her body. At last, he pressed his lips to her thigh, kissing higher with wet

licks until she was shivering, threading her fingers in his thick hair.

She sighed, drawing up her knees and letting her legs fall open for him to do as he would.

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H er inner thighs were like silk. Nothing could be so soft.

Sebastian already felt as though he’d explode, and he hadn’t even tasted her.

He wanted to savor the experience, but he’d waited too long for this fantasy. After the

cave, he’d paced in her townhouse with nervousness for hours. He’d known what he was

going to do to her tonight—what he’d thought about again and again. But could he please

her? Would she be able to tell he’d never done this before?

Now that he was certain he was about to have it, he was desperate for his first taste of her.

He gave a last kiss on her thigh, and then, with a growl, he found her wetness. Mouth

open, he rubbed his tongue at her center, in a long, slow lick. As she cried out, his body

shuddered with pleasure, his cock jerking in his pants. “You’re like honey.”

Wet, slick, luscious. For more than three hundred years, he’d waited for this.

And she was so fucking worth it.

Encouraged by her cry, he licked more deeply and felt her growing wetter against his

tongue. She moaned, and her arms fell overhead. He’d never imagined her sex could be so

hot, the flesh so giving. I will never get enough of this. Never.

If it took becoming a vampire to have this one night with her, would he suffer the turning

again?

In the space of one of his new heartbeats.

When he lashed a hard stroke of his tongue against her swollen little clitoris, she sucked in

a breath and arched her back sharply. How had he ever thought he could handle his own

reaction? It was everything he could do not to yank out his shaft and impale her exactly

where his tongue was dipping right at that moment.

But then, there was no way he would forgo this pleasure now. He had waited for so long

and already he was in love with the act. Her sexy heels were digging into his back, urging

him on like spurs.

She leaned up on her elbows to watch him, biting her bottom lip, panting, sending a shock

of lust through him. She touched her own breasts, strumming her nipples as if for him.

How did she know he was enthralled with her pink nipples and plump, soft breasts? For

her to play with them... ?

“Bastian!” she cried. “I’m so close... ”

No, not yet! Shouldn’t have taken her with my fingers. She’d have lasted longer. I could

have had my mouth on her longer. But she threw back her head, arching with her nipples

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) tight and pointing, and he couldn’t stop himself from licking her madly.

She moaned as she began coming, and his eyes closed with pleasure, as it went on and on.

Her lithe body shuddered against him and her cries filled his ears.

Once she’d finished, she pushed at his head to close her knees, when all he wanted to do

was taste her orgasm. No, damn it, he was going to have more of this. Had to. “I’m not

done yet,” he growled, not recognizing his own voice.

Her eyes widened when he scooped her up and carried her to the bed in the back, tossing

her down. The room had a panorama of small windows, and all around her, he could see

lightning striking in the background. Sebastian was in a plane—actually flying—and he

could not give a damn.

When he moved her bodily so he could lie between her legs, she said, “Bastian, I-I can’t...

not so soon.”

She pushed at him when he spread her legs wide once more, but he yanked her arms to her

sides and clutched her wrists, capturing her in place.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered in a tone that dared her to deny him.

She did with a whimper, knowing what was to come. He set back in, more aggressive,

emboldened at how he’d made her come already, at how she’d given off lightning. He’d

worried that he would be awful at this, that she would yawn with boredom. But she’d

made it so easy with her moans and cries, letting him know exactly how she liked to be

kissed.

When he decided to try suckling her clitoris, she moaned with abandon, head thrashing on

the pillow, making him grind his cock into the mattress in agony. Her legs fell wide again

in total surrender, and light exploded outside; the plane shook as she rolled her hips to his

waiting tongue.

“Yes... yes... yes,” she cried, panting, writhing. She screamed—loudly—when she came,

and though he held her wrists, her claws dug down and shredded the sheets.

He devoured her until he’d wrung every last whimper from her. Then he kissed her silky

thighs where he’d squeezed too hard, wanting to soothe her even as he ached.

“Bastian?” she murmured.

He finally pulled himself away and rose to sit back on his haunches, not bothering to hide

his amazement. She appeared to share the feeling. “Well”—she had to swallow before

continuing—“you’re, uh, certainly no slouch in that department.”

Sebastian was proud and relieved. Very relieved. But now he would have to leave her. He

had a cock full of seed that would not be denied. And he’d promised her he’d do no more

than touch her. Even in the unlikely event that she wanted to make love to him, he didn’t

want her to in exchange for anything—

“Bastian,” she purred. “I want to touch you.”

He shook his head. “I told you I wouldn’t.” But when she reached out her soft palm, his

hips shot forward, seemingly of their own accord, to place his cock at her disposal.

By the time he’d gathered the will to think about denying her, she’d already undone his

jeans.

In a throaty whisper, she asked, “Do you think I could let that go unrewarded?”

Kaderin grasped his shaft, pulling it free. Her eyes widened at her first sight.

Gods, he was glorious. The crown was glistening, the shaft so thick as it pulsed and

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) throbbed in her palm.

She glanced up to find his face flushed as he looked down to where she held him. When

she caught his darkened eyes, she realized he wanted her to like what they were doing,

that he wanted her to find him attractive.

“I love the way you feel,” she murmured as she circled her fingers around him, squeezing

him firmly in her fist until he groaned low. “I couldn’t stop touching you even if I tried.”

Pulling on him, she eased him down to where he rested over her on his hands and knees.

Then, stroking his length, she touched the head to her breast. He began shuddering, his

legs shaking. She rubbed it against the flesh, even around one of her nipples. With her

other hand, she cupped his heavy sack, kneading.

She saw him clench his jaw and sensed he was just preventing himself from thrusting into

her palm to end this. “Katja... I’m about to... come.”

“Yes!” She stroked him harder, faster.

He bit out, “Like this—?”

She pressed the head directly to her aching nipple.

“Ah, God—” The words ended with a brutal yell as he ejaculated against her. She pumped

her fist, shivering at the first contact. The room lit with lightning once more.

When she’d stroked him spent, he looked as if he could scarcely believe what he’d done.

“I didn’t expect... I didn’t plan for this.”

She bit her bottom lip. “I know.”

Without another word, he pushed up, tucking his shaft back into his jeans, looking angry

with himself. He rose to go to the luxurious bathroom, then returned with a plush towel,

wetted on the end. When he sat beside her, he clearly wondered what the protocol was.

He held up the towel with raised eyebrows, and she nodded, stifling a smile.

He reached out to clean her breasts with languid strokes, staring avidly. He exhaled a long

breath and muttered, “I can’t believe I did this.”

Each of his light strokes relaxed her even more, and she gave him a lazy grin, no doubt

surprising him. Hey, what could she say? She’d needed him for tonight, and he’d satisfied

her thoroughly. Even if they hadn’t made love.

Kaderin found it sexy as hell that he wasn’t too suave and overly practiced in bed, the way

she’d heard immortal men could be—nor was he jaded. He didn’t try to hide how much

pleasure he was feeling, or check his words, or downplay how much he ached.

She sighed, every muscle in her body relaxed. “Bastian, I thought tonight was wonderful.”

“You did?” He’d just come across her breasts, watching as it happened as though out of

his body. That was something he’d thought he’d go his whole life without experiencing.

And though he found it hard to believe, she looked as if she couldn’t be happier with him.

He shook his head again to clear it, then rose to toss the towel into the bathroom. When

he returned, he leaned against the bedroom doorway and gazed down at her. She’d turned

onto her side, and seemed half-asleep, but she raised her head to give him a drowsy smile.

And something felt as though it shifted in his chest, twisting... aching.

Her sleek skirt was bunched at her waist, and her wisp of underwear had snagged on the

fastening of her shoe. Seeing her like this, so soft and relaxed, made his chest hurt again.

Frowning, he rubbed the palm of his hand hard against it.

When she murmured his name and rounded her back as if coaxing him to lie behind her,

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) his eyes widened. He returned at once, sitting beside her. Yes, he would sleep with her. He