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savor you. Will you let me taste you, Erukán?”
    His expression was so tender, and his need was so visible, that she found herself unable to refuse him. She nodded, and he returned to her. Her stomach churned when he sprawled beside her, and she tensed when his hand slid up her dress to touch her. His head descended, and he buried his face against her neck.
    As his fingers penetrated her pussy, circling her clit, his teeth slid through the smooth skin at her throat. She gasped with the mingled bliss and pain. Almost immediately, the sting faded, and pleasure swept through her. She had never known such a feeling existed. Pure sensation overwhelmed her, and she willingly surrendered to his touch. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hand, and his hand responded by increasing in tempo. As he caressed her clit with his thumb, one of his fingers sought out her entrance, easing its way inside to slowly stretch her.
    Erukán whimpered at the burning sensation that lingered for a moment, before fading to pleasure again, as he pushed another finger inside, past the barrier of her virginity, and began thrusting in time with the movements of his mouth at her neck.
    A quiet sucking sound penetrated her dazed brain, making her realize he was drinking her blood. Rather than repulse her, the knowledge heightened her pleasure, and ecstasy rushed through her. A new rush of moisture drenched his hand, and her muscles convulsed around his fingers, as her body sought release.
    “Nicholas.” His name was a rasp from her dry throat. She arched her back, emphasizing her breasts. He complied with her unspoken request, moving his free hand to caress her nipples through the thick garment, before groaning with impatience. Her neck absorbed the sound, and her spine shivered in sympathy with the vibrations of his mouth.
    Spasms swept through her pussy, alternately contracting and releasing, bringing along a wave of pleasure. Erukán moaned at the sensation, while arching her hips, wanting more of his touch. A small cry burst from her, and her heart raced. The release of the orgasm, coupled with the floating sensation in her head, was enough to make her go limp.
    As her orgasm faded, he lifted his head and met her eyes. His face bore smears of her blood. “I dare not take more.”
    She sighed and reached for him, incapable of speaking at that moment. She wanted only to hold him and enjoy the peace and pleasure filling her. When he took her in his arms, Erukán was complete, as if part of her had been missing, but had now returned. She could stay with him forever. “Show me more.”
    He chuckled, a rich sound, warm with love. “Of course, beloved.” He straddled her, sitting up with his thighs keeping her lower half clamped to the ground, while he urged her to sit up with him. Nicholas’s fingers were deft when he unfastened the first of the small buttons that led to the waist of the dress, not bothering to undo them past her neck. The garment went easily when he lifted it off her, exposing her nudity underneath.
    She looked down, caught between shame and defiance. “The priests at the Convent of Franciscans say we must wear undergarments, but it is too hot.”
    “I am thankful.” Nicholas leaned forward to press a kiss to her shoulder. His lips were little more than phantoms as they skimmed over her skin, eliciting sparks wherever he touched. She threw back her head when his tongue slid over her skin, heading upward, to lick the trickle of blood still seeping from the wound at her neck. She stirred against him when his tongue raked the punctures left by his teeth, renewing their sensitivity. Her nipples throbbed in simpatico with the pulsing wound, and Erukán threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to hold him against her neck.
    He pulled away. “I dare not take more, beloved. You would not survive if I were to drink my fill of you, and you cannot change yet.”
    Her brow furrowed with confusion. “Please explain. What is this change you