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broken him from his moment sooner, but I did struggle against his hold, making my neck move under his mouth, forcing him to grip me tighter, firmer, to stop his fangs from tearing at my skin. Then, maybe because I was fighting and making it hard and he wanted me more compliant, or maybe he just woke up a little from his battle crazed bubble, but his desire washed through me in a tsunami of a wave, forcing my breath from my lungs and my body to still, only to be replaced by a hunger for him so raw that it made me ache.
    I breathily whispered, “Michel.” And received a purr from the back of his throat in reply.
    He still gripped my hands, but now I was pushing my body up towards him, wrapping my legs around his waist and holding him tight. He groaned against me, removing his hand from my hair, tracing down my side, down past my breast, over my hip, to my short skirt, which he somehow managed to rip off me, with a small lift of his hips and a flick of his wrist and a smattering of Sanguis Vitam . Before I'd even realised he'd gotten rid of it, his body was against me again, his erection obvious through his trousers, pushing against my underwear. His hand returning to my top, feeling his way slowly up my stomach, finding my breast and taking his time tweaking it, stroking it, kneading it.
    I moaned and he shuddered in response. Removing his fangs and licking where he had bit me. He still gripped my hands, seemingly reluctant to let them go just yet; a small ache had started in my shoulders, unable to shift them only making it worse.
    “My arms,” I whispered.
    He lifted his head and looked at me, amethyst and indigo swirling in his eyes.
    “I don't think so. You are still mine,” he breathed against me before his mouth met mine in a rough crush of lips and teeth and tongue, almost trying to climb inside me, to get closer to me, to eat me.
    He pulled away to let me breathe and I took my chance. “You've won, Michel. The car stays, but this wasn't part of the deal.”
    He didn't let me go, just ground against me, circling his hips in a little dance, body to body.
    “You don't want me?” His eyebrows raised in mock shock. He knew damn well I wanted him. I would always want him, regardless of any negative emotions I may harbour, as soon as he touched me all thoughts of elsewhere were always lost.
    “Let me have my arms and I'll show you how much.” I held his gaze.
    “Not tonight, ma petite lumière. Not this time. You have made the game too sweet, to end it just yet.”
    I stared at him. “What are you playing now?”
    “My game, my rules. I'm taking my prize.” And his hand came up under my top, grabbing it at the neckline and tearing it slowly down the front, baring my chest to him, save for my bra.
    Oh dear God, he meant it.
    His head came down and he kissed the crease between my breasts, nibbling a little, until he found the edge of the bra and began to worry at it, bite it and I knew what would come next; his fangs to rip it.
    “Not the bra, they cost a fortune.” But my voice wasn't all that convincing.
    “I'll buy you more. I promise,” he growled between his teeth and bit harder. The bra snapped open and his mouth didn't pause, wrapping around a nipple and lavishing it with licks and nibbles and kisses. The pull of his mouth making me rise up towards him.
    I thought he'd just stop there, kissing me, sucking me, licking me, but he was obviously on a whole new level than I had ever been, because I felt his fangs scrape either side of my areola and then pierce the sensitive skin on my breast.
    I'd always thought vampires needed larger veins to feed: arteries in the neck, upper thigh, arm, wrist. And I'm not even sure if what he was doing was feeding right now, maybe he was marking me. He'd already marked me at my neck, his signature that any other vampire could read with a glance, marking me as his own. But here, on my breast, so much more intimate, so much more private, I had no idea what he was doing, but