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His hand traced her plump lower lips, mapping them with his fingers, splitting them apart with his thumb. His middle finger stroked maddening circles around her entrance, rimming her opening with a light touch, whipping her body toward madness. Jenna’s hips rose, begging for him to enter her, plunge his finger in deeply, fill her up. She wanted him to slide into her and fuck her
now
, but he ignored her silent pleas. He was relentless with his hand, pushing that maddening finger just inside only to retreat, drawing out her creamy arousal.

“Baby, so fucking wet.” His voice was barely audible. He’d rested his forehead against her breasts and tipped his face down so he could watch his hand on her pussy. No, she realized, he was watching his hand
in
her pussy, staring at her like he was in awe of her body’s reaction to his touch. Jenna’s whole body burned with her rosy blush.

Any embarrassment she experienced at her moist state died a quick death as Nic finally pressed his thick finger fully into her. He slid it back and forth, the friction intense, and when she arched against him begging for more, he pulled out and added a second finger, leisurely exploring her channel. She wiggled, moaning and crying with his increasing strokes.

His busy fingers found a spot within that shot pure fire through her, causing her to scream aloud. The sensation was so new, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

“Oh, God…” His eyes glittered up at her, lightning flashed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Oh, Nic…” He kept his finger on that spot, drinking in her wild response.

“You like that, hmm?” He dipped his head, lapping softly at her nipple without taking his eyes from hers. “Move your hips for me, Jenna. Ride my hand, my fingers.

Watch me, Beloved.”

He brought his free hand to her clit, his fingers sliding easily around the tight bud.

Her legs trembled when his thumb and first finger pinched her tight cherry. The sensation was too much. Jenna couldn’t stop the cries rippling from between her lips. Nic captured those cries in his mouth and stroked faster. She was going to die from the ecstasy his hands were giving her; she was going to go up in flames. A hot spot started deep in her core, a sweet burn that began slowly branching its way out.

Her legs drew up, her muscles clamping down hard around his taunting fingers, and liquid heat poured from her. Her cry was one long, pure note, filling the air as her orgasm shook her from the inside out.

*

Nic sat up, yanking at the buttons on his jeans. He fucking needed her now. She was so damned responsive to the slightest of his touches, her body taking what he gave and asking for more. He licked her juices from each finger and his palm while he ripped his boxers down with his free hand.

His cock finally sprang free; he was so hard he hurt. Grabbing the pulsing head, he stroked up and down his shaft, trying to calm the ache enough to make it last. Jenna watched him licking her taste from his hand, then her eyes darted to his dick. She licked her lips, like she wanted to eat him alive. His hand swept through the pre-cum on his engorged head.

“See what you do to me, Beloved? I knew it would be this way with us, Jenna.” Reaching out his free hand, he cupped her cheek, sliding his thumb over her soft, red lower lip. All the while her eyes stayed glued to his hand on his cock.

“I haven’t been able to get hard for anyone else since I started dreaming of you. You are the only one who does this to me now, Jenna.” Her tongue touched her lip, causing a lash of fire on his balls.

“No more nights spent jacking off to our dreams,” he groaned. Her mouth formed a perfect little “O”, and Nic smiled. She was going to use that supple mouth on him later, but not now. Now, he was going to be inside of her tight walls.

“Spread your thighs for me, Beloved. Let me see all of you, wide open and ready to take me.”

With an uncertain look, Jenna brought her knees up, planted her feet on the bed and allowed her legs to fall open. Her glistening wetness was exquisitely displayed for Nic’s hungry gaze.

“Put your hands above your head, Jenna. I want you stretched out for me when I feast on you.”

He saw her uncertainty fade under his ravenous stare. He let go of his cock and guided her hands, wrapping her fingers around the bars at the head of the bed. Her breasts stuck out proudly, her nipples tight, shiny and red from his mouth. Nic’s stomach clenched hard as she gazed up at him with all the trust in the world. He’d been desired by women before, but not like this. Not with the kind of need written across Jenna’s pretty face.

He positioned himself at her entrance, stroking his cock once. His hands curled around her knees, opening her up wider and pushing them toward her chest. Nic was large, and even though Jenna was slick and ready, he knew it was going to be a tight fit.

Slowly he slipped the full head of his cock through her opening and into her tight passage. He hissed between his teeth as her pussy wrapped tightly around his aching dick, and her gasps filled the room.

“Oh God, Jenna. You are so. Fucking. Tight.” He threw his head back, his mouth open as he tunneled deeper into her. It was an erotic fight, her body adjusting to his length and girth. She was sucking him slowly within her walls, and he was her willing prisoner.

Finally he was seated fully inside her, and Nic paused, clawing at the memory of sanity and control. Her voluptuous hips began to push up into his, and Nic began the slow, torturous process of dragging his hyper-sensitive cock through her clenching folds without losing all control. He called on all the restraint he could muster. Her body was fucking incredible, all soft curves cushioning his hard lines.

“Wrap your legs around me, Jenna,” he breathed. His mouth moved to her ear, hovering there as he tried to slow his harsh breathing.

Her mile-long legs wrapped over his hips, drawing him even deeper into the haven of her body.

“How do I feel to you, Beloved?” She moaned in answer and he moved deeper, in and out. “Tell me,” he demanded as he shifted, grinding his pubic bone over her swollen mound.

“Oh, Nico,” he thrust hard when she spoke his name, wondering if the sound of his name on her lips would ever fail to arrow straight to his dick. “I feel so full, Nico." She cried, raising her hips to meet him, “But I need more.”

“Like this,” he asked, thrusting hard twice. Her body tightened on him.

“Yes,” she hissed, “but more, harder, Nico. I need you harder.” He gladly answered her plea.

The rhythm he set had her nails scraping down his back. She thrashed from side to side.
Damn
, was all he could think.
Fuck, she was a wild one.
Nic loved every second of the hungry pleas pouring from her ripe body and luscious lips.

“More,” she screamed, biting at his chest. Nic pumped harder now, letting loose the careful control he’d been fighting to keep. He leaned forward, licking her face, her neck.

Her hands tangled in the long ends of his hair, tugging his body into a tense arch over her, and her eyes raced over him, zeroing in on the place they were joined like a laser beam.

The sight of them together wrenched a gasp from her lips, and her inner muscles fluttered over the length of his cock. That was all it took.

Throwing his head back, Nic slammed deeply into her. Jenna screamed as her orgasm pounded through her, taking her breath away. She surrounded him, held him tight inside of her as he pumped once, twice and on the third howled Jenna’s name and came as he’d never come before, his seed shooting almost violently from his body and into hers.

She touched his face, gentling his frantic pace.

“What are you doing to me, Nic?” she whispered in wonder.

Nic’s hand slid beneath her nape, bringing her up to him and into his kiss.

“I’m loving you, Jenna. Like you should be loved. I will always take care of you.

You will never have to be alone or afraid again.” Even though he’d come, his erection had barely subsided. Now he continued a gentle pulse of his hips, savoring the warm clasp of her tight sheath around his needy cock

“Why, Nic? Why would you do this for me?”

Nic sighed. She didn’t understand the bond they shared. How could she? She was human. How could she know she was now a part of his very soul?

“Jenna, I knew I loved you with our first dream. I would do anything for you.

Beloved, I live for you, I would die for you. You and I have become one whole.”

“You’ve given me so much,” her eyes were wide and hazy, filled with awe and wonder. It humbled him, to see this woman, his One, the only one who could ever touch his soul, so amazed at his devotion. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet peaches-and-cream scent. He couldn’t bear to meet the questions in her eyes. He felt so unworthy of her.

Her hands stroked up the length of his back, and he arched deeper into her. She murmured his name, dragging her nails down his spine. His mouth opened over her throat, her pulse a drumbeat in his ears. She tasted so sweet.

She tangled her fingers again in his hair, tugging his head up to meet his eyes. Nic tried to bury his disappointment.
This is about loving asshole, not feeding.

He could see his reflection in her eyes. His face was flushed, lips full and slightly parted. His fangs showed, just the tips peeking from behind his upper lip. Did she feel his need? Her slight nod didn’t convince him and he turned his head aside. He’d promised himself not to ask, to wait until she was ready to offer with an open heart.

“Nico,” her voice was a hushed whisper, hoarse from her long convalescence and her cries of rapture. “Let me give this to you.” He shook his head, trying to break away from her eyes. “Then give this to me.” Her hands were relentless, one locked in his hair, the other guiding him back to the crook of her neck.

He managed one last try.

“Are you sure, Beloved?” Her answer was clear when she tilted her head to the side, revealing her racing pulse. Unable to deny either of them any longer, Nic sliced cleanly through her vulnerable flesh. His lips clamped soundly around his bite, and her body convulsed as another orgasm her.

A torrent of raging pleasure rose in him, and to his utter astonishment he ejaculated again into her tight body. Again and again he shot into her tight pussy as her sweet, slightly metallic taste flooded his mouth. He sucked gently, taking just enough to sate his need. He withdrew his fangs and ran his tongue gently over the bite, erasing the blood but not the scars his teeth left. Everyone would now understand that she was under his protection. She was his mate, his One.

Shifting his weight to the side, Nic sank to the bed beside her, immediately pulling her into his embrace. He nuzzled her neck, trying to identify the emotion floating through him as she sighed and relaxed into slumber in his arms.
Peace.
Nic was at peace for the first time in over four hundred years. Savoring the feeling, he closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

Jenna awoke to the smell of food. The tantalizing aroma of broiling steak and spicy herbs dragged her from the most amazing dream. Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her eyes, before letting out the breath she’d been holding. It wasn’t a dream; she was really here, in this place with Nic.

His scent was all over her and the sheets. She buried her nose deeper into the pillow, muffling a giddy squeal as she drew in his essence. Jenna’s body heated as memories of their lovemaking flashed across her mind like a slideshow.

It was mind-blowing, carrying her away to a place so filled with pleasure and peace and contentment that all her problems ceased, for a brief time, to exist. Her father and his evil scheming, her sisters and their unknown fates, all forgotten for a moment in time.

There was nothing except Nico.

She remembered her problems now, though. Jenna sat up, thinking of Rowan. Had her middle sister escaped? Had she waited for Jenna at the diner? When Jenna failed to meet her, had Rowan tried to contact her? Where was she now? Each question was more alarming than the last.

Throwing back the covers, Jenna started to stand, intent on finding a shower and then her sister. Every muscle in her body protested, particularly the muscles along her inner thighs. A giggle rose in her throat. Her aches and pains weren’t left over from her attack; they were left over from her night of endless sex with Nic.

Four was definitely the number of times it took to make her body sore.

The door to the bedroom opened and Jenna snatched the covers up to her chin as Nic entered, bearing a tray of food. He was still gloriously naked. Jenna’s cheeks heated as her eyes traveled the length of his body. Damn, he was beautiful to behold.

He caught her staring, and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Like what you see, Beloved?” His smile revealed two rows of even white teeth. His fangs were gone, but the mere memory of them dragging lightly over her flesh made Jenna shiver.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nic placed the tray across her lap. Relieved, she let herself be distracted by the food. Her mouth watered as she spied the thick steak, potatoes and huge pile of vegetables. Usually a chicken and fish kind of girl, Jenna was surprised to find she actually craved the large piece of steak.

Her stomach growled in demand, and Jenna flopped back onto the bed, dragging the pillow over her face in embarrassment.

Nic laughed, easily taking it away from her, fluffing it up and tucking it behind her as a back rest.

“I figured you would be starving this evening,” Nic sliced off a bit of the meat and speared it with a fork. “It’s been five days since you have eaten anything solid.” He put the tender meat in her mouth. Closing her lips around the fork, she moaned as she chewed. Food never tasted so good.

“You need to eat all of this. Your body is low on iron, and you need the protein.” Jenna had another one of those hot flashes when she remembered just why she was low on iron. She wasn’t into pain, but Nic’s bite was a dark ecstasy she’d never dreamed existed. When his crystalline gaze flared hot, Jenna knew he was remembering, too.

Nic chatted companionably with her as she ate. He smiled often, the total opposite of the stereotypical brooding Vampire. He enjoyed feeding her, leaning forward to lick a dab of butter from her lower lip so that they both shivered.