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máthair .” Eadric closed his eyes the second his head hit the pillow, shifting a little to move his braid out of the way. He took a couple deep breaths to get a handle on the leftover pain.
                  Anabell saw the momentarily flash of pain, despite him trying to hide it.
                  “Do you need more blood?” He shook his head no, but she could tell that he was lying. She didn’t give him time to protest. She pressed her wrist against his mouth, forcing it open. He could only resist for so long.
                  “No!” Eadric groaned. He grabbed her wrist hard and forced her to move it away from him. She was thankful that his eyes were closed so he couldn’t see her wince at his use of force.
                  She was going to have to find another way to get him to drink.
                  “Can you sit up?” With a little help from her, he carefully maneuvered himself to sitting – his back pressed against the cold wall. There had to be another. Then the idea hit her.
                  Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, Anabell pulled it off and threw it to the floor -beside the bed. She would have to entice him to get him to drink. There was only so much he could resist. She would have to use his feelings for her against him if she had to.
                  Anabell climbed on the bed and nudged his legs apart with her arm. Eadric cocked an eyebrow at her, but he didn’t speak. He was too busy looking at her soft, milky skin.
                  She could see the fatigue in his eyes.
                  Straddling his hips, Anabell took his face in her hands. Nerves were racing through her, making her heart beat faster than it had in a very long time. She couldn’t say it out loud, but, in that moment, she knew that she would do anything for him – to keep him alive and happy and… with her.
                  With that revelation, her inhibitions melted away. She was going to save him any way she could.
                  “Let me take care of you,” she whispered as she brought her lips close to his. She barely caught his nod as she pressed her lips to his, finally letting herself give into to the feelings that had been stirring since the first time she saw him.
                  His lips were cold and a little chapped, but Anabell didn’t care. Even halfway healed and thoroughly exhausted, his kiss lit her on fire better than anyone she had kissed before, sending a wave of heat from her head down to the tips of her toes.
                  He sank his fingers into her soft curls, holding her face close as she deepened the kiss, gently tasting his mouth with her tongue.
                  Anabell could already feel how excited he was pressing against her jean-covered core. There was no denying he wanted her. It wasn’t bringing down his fangs, though, so she had to improvise.
                  Mid-kiss, Anabell brought her teeth down hard on her bottom lip, blood blossoming out of the tiny cut there and passing into his mouth as she kissed him harder. The taste of her blood filled her mouth too.
                   She felt him try to pull away. There was no way she was going to let him. He was just weak enough for her to overpower him.
                  Once enough of her blood had gotten into his mouth, his fangs slid down. She was going to make him drink.
                  "You need to get your strength back. Drink, Eadric. Please." Tilting her head to the side, she exposed her neck to him just below his mouth and waited. Nearly half a minute ticked by before she felt him move.
                  “Are ye sure about this? I saw the way you flinched back at my house and in the dungeon.” He was still trying to be a gentleman.
                  “Stop stalling.” Gathering her hair in her hands,