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Isle. That was a relief. Outside the gauze-covered windows
she could see the stars.
    Shade sat down on the edge of the bed and
handed her a silver goblet. “House cocktail.”
    Burgundy and blood. A perfect
combination.
    She took a long sip and sighed. “It is good.”
She watched him over the top of the glass. His brows lifted as he
digested her words. “I know something that tastes even better.” She
leaned back and placed the goblet on the night table.
    “Yeah?”
    Her lips curved up. How she loved his deep,
soft voice. Come to think of it, she had never heard a sexier voice
in her twenty-two — make that twenty-four, years. Was that why he
soothed her so easily? The almost soft, barely gentle sound was
hypnotic.
    Alluring.
    “Yes.”
    She slid a hand through the gap in his shirt
and smoothed her palm across the warm, taut skin.
    “You are warm. So warm.”
    He closed his eyes. She couldn’t stop looking
at his thick dark lashes. Men had all the luck. No period and
beautiful, natural lashes.
    He smelled good too.
    Closing those last few inches, she brushed
her lips over his skin, soaking in his heat. She kissed and nipped
her way up his chest. At the tender spot between neck and
collarbone, she licked his skin. His hand tightened around her
waist, kneading her flesh, urging her against him.
    Slowly, carefully, she grazed his skin with
her teeth. He groaned.
    “And you’re like ice.”
    “Then you will have to heat me up. Yes?”
    Tucking her hand beneath the collar of his
shirt, she ran the tip of her tongue up and down his jugular.
    “Izzy…” he whispered. The ragged edge to his
voice gave him away as nothing else could.
    She smiled against his throat. He was not as
stoic as she’d thought. After nuzzling his throat once more, she
sank her fangs into his flesh and was rewarded by a moan. Sweet,
hot blood dribbled over her tongue.
    Just as delicious as last time. When had that
been exactly? Both a lifetime and just a moment ago, it seemed.
    The arm he had braced against the bed curled
around her waist, holding her to him. His other palm curved around
the base of her skull. Moaning, she closed her eyes and created a
memory. His scent. His taste. His warmth. The feel of being wrapped
up in him… perfection. She could think of a lot worse people to be
trapped with. Tangled up in.
    Just like the last time, his blood gave her
an immediate boost. She’d never experienced such an exquisite high.
The energy. The strength. She felt weightless, powerful. But
mostly, grateful.
    He was right. He was taking care of her,
again, and it was becoming an addictive habit. Wrapping her arms
around his shoulders, she continued to feed. Slowly. Savoring each
sip.
    It would not be so bad. Staying here with him
forever. Feeding from him. Soaking in his warmth. There were worse
habits. Worse men.
    But she could not take too much. Valencia and
the others had emphasized that point more than any other. So she
licked the wounds closed and pulled back a fraction.
    Why was she breathing so hard? Her lungs felt
like she had just power-walked around the entire hotel.
    Slowly, he let her go, his hands falling
away. She immediately missed his touch. He straightened, half
turning away from her. Though he didn’t say a word she could tell
there was something on his mind.
    Did he know about her dream? She licked her
lips and let her hands drop from his shoulders. Her left hand
paused on his biceps and her right hovered over his heart. His heat
warmed her fingertips and the steady thump-thump-thump brought a smile to her lips. If she was not mistaken, he’d enjoyed
her taking his blood.
    Silently, she examined him. Strong jaw. Long
black hair. Beautiful silver-gray eyes. Wide kissable mouth. She
loved to see him smile.
    The thought came from nowhere but she
recognized the truth of it. He was handsome. Like a rogue or a bad
boy or even a modern-day pirate. That was what she had been unable
to put her finger on at their first meeting. Never