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pussy around his cock to milk every drop of his satisfaction as the orgasm ravaged her. Her breath exploded with a harsh exhalation, and her head spun. She held onto Nicholas as the release ravaged her body. She never wanted to release him. Some of his words made sense as she had a sudden epiphany, remembering much of their past life together. They had lost each other for much too long, but would never part again, now that they were reunited.
     
    Emily awoke to a damp sensation flooding her pussy. Her face felt hot. She was embarrassed, knowing the dream had aroused her. She could still feel a phantom hand between her legs, and her neck throbbed almost painfully. She reached up to touch the spot and found two small puncture wounds. The marks were tiny and nearly smooth, indicating they were old and healing, unlike the wounds Nicholas left on Erukán in her dream.
    Her stomach clenched as the girl’s name forced its way into her mind. She didn’t know what had happened to the girl, but Emily was ready to believe, at some point in the past, she had existed. That didn’t mean she was Emily in a former life.
    Her cramping stomach distracted her from thoughts of the dream. She cried out from the pain. “Please,” she shouted. “I’m so hungry.” How long had it been since she ate corn dogs and cotton candy at the carnival? Surely, longer than a day or two, judging by the way her body cried out for sustenance so desperately. It must be closer to a week. How could he let her go without eating for such a long time? It made no sense to kidnap her just to starve her.
    She tensed when she heard the key turn in the lock. Emily prayed Nicholas had relented and was bringing her food. As much as she didn’t want to see him, her hunger outweighed her fear. It consumed her thoughts.
    He sauntered in without so much as a glass of water. “Did you have sweet dreams, Emily?” Nicholas laughed as he approached the bed. His ambiguous expression gave no clue to his thoughts.
    “I need to eat.” She cringed at the pleading tone, but pride wouldn’t fill her twisting stomach.
    He nodded, looking sympathetic. “So you shall, when you tell me what you dreamed of.” His flushed face bore a calm expression when he sat on the bed beside her. “How much do you remember now?”
    Reminding herself again that pride and stubbornness wouldn’t soften him, she said grudgingly, “I dreamed of an Indian girl.”
    “Erukán,” he said sadly. “I wish—” He broke off. “Wishes are for fools.” Nicholas grimaced. “Did you dream it all?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. I woke up just as they finished in the cave.” Emily’s eyes dropped away from his when she saw his knowing glint. “May I eat now?”
    A seductive smile curved his lips, and he unbuttoned the scarlet silk shirt he wore, stripping it off with fluid movements and draping it over the footboard. He leaned back, propped himself near her.
    Her eyes widened, and she couldn’t help comparing his chest to the dream version. He looked much the same, except for a patch of scars on his shoulder and whip marks across his side. She reached out to touch them, but stayed her hand before she made contact with his scarred flesh. “What happened?”
    “It’s a long story, and you’re hungry.”
    She nodded. “I can eat now?”
    He extended his arms, as his smile turned mocking. “Come and get it, Emily.”
    She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
    Nicholas tilted his head to display his carotid vein. “You aren’t ready to feed alone. I’ll be your proxy.”
    “But…” She trailed off when she realized he wanted her to drink his blood. Her stomach churned, but not with repulsion. She found the idea much too exciting for her comfort. Her body clamored for her to eat, but she resisted. “That’s insane. I want real food.”
    He chuckled. “I assure you the blood is fresh and tasty. I recently dined.”
    She firmed her lips. “I won’t play your games.”
    Nicholas sat