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deep, leaving jagged scars on
his black heart.
    But this scar cut
deepest. Raynor.
    He climbed out of the car and
walked through the front door. He could hear laughter coming from
the kitchen. Her laughter. He carefully arranged his face to look
as cool and detached as he could and walked into the room. Raylene
wore one of his silk robes, and she appeared to be lost in it yet
she looked so right. A delightful bit of shapely ankle peeked out
from the oversized robe. He was always partial to a sexy ankle
through the centuries, and Raylene’s beguiled. She had rolled up
the sleeves of the robe and was cutting up a stack of blackberry
pancakes, chattering away to Brennan who hung on her every
word. Smitten bastard. He poured her tea into a china cup and saucer. He
went all out, all the best dishes and silverware. Why not? It was
her wedding breakfast after all.
    Raylene turned and looked at him, her face
lighting up in pure joy at his presence. She stood and ran to his
arms, laying maple syrup sweet kisses on his lips and cheeks. He
fought the reaction of having her near in his arms. He couldn’t
bloody well fight it. He moaned loudly and captured her mouth in
his, tasting blackberries, sugar, and hot, sexy Raylene. He
hardened, unbelievable, never reacted like this with such swift
reckoning with any other woman before in all these centuries. He
pulled her closer, but she pushed with her hands.
    “ Deegan, Brennan is here,” she
whispered.
    “ Don't mind me!” he called out.
“I will leave you lovebirds alone. I will be at my cottage should
you require anything.”
    Raylene slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“Thank you for the delightful breakfast, Brennan.”
    He bowed slightly. “It was an honor, my
lady.”
    Raylene giggled, and Brennan left through
the back exit. Her fingers whorled through the hair on his
chest.
    “ Shameful, I only woke up two
hours ago. I haven’t slept that long in years. You wore me out. But
now that I am fed, I am ready to go again.”
    ****
    Raylene watched Deegan struggle
with control. She liked rocking his staid, ordered world. It turned
her on in a big way. Her hand slowly moved downward to the rock
hard bulge. She stroked and squeezed him until finally; a long, low
growl escaped his lips. Got him.
    Deegan undid the tie on her robe and
pulled it off her until she stood nude before him. He took his
time, scanning every inch of her skin with his heated gaze. He
picked her up and sat her on the table and with one quick swipe of
his arm he sent the nearby dishes crashing to the floor.
    “ The china!” she gasped. She
knew the dishes were old and rare.
    He lowered to his knees in front of her
and pried her legs apart.
    “ Fuck the china,” he snarled
sexily.
    His tongue plunged deep into her, taking
total possession of her pussy. He lapped, sucked, took her hardened
clit between his teeth and bit down gently until she blew apart,
then commenced to lick her to another orgasm. She grabbed the hair
on the top of his head; his wavy, raven locks were as soft as
feathers. Her hands grabbed tighter, his magical tongue thrusting
inside her. She came again, screaming.
    Deegan stood, and then lowered the zipper
on his pants. He wasn’t even going to undress. He pulled out that
huge cock and, grabbing her legs, brought her to the very edge of
the table. With no further preamble, he shoved into her deep. His
thrusts were merciless, the bottle of maple syrup crashed to the
floor, the bowl of sugar right behind it. Mixed with the musky odor
of sex was pancakes and Lady Grey tea, which splashed all over the
table and on her back. He reached around and grabbed her ass,
bringing her in tighter if that were possible. Pounding and
thrusting, it went on and on, and she came again and
again.
    God, she didn’t know it could be like
this, but then, she had never had sex with a Vampire of Deegan’s
power before. Finally he shouted, his head thrown back in total
abandon, the cords in his neck straining and pulsating.