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amusement well up in him despite his near desperate state. “I’m not that drunk,” she murmured as he set her on her feet beside the bed.
    “No?” he asked sardonically.
    She blinked at him, surveyed the room and turned away, trying to crawl into the bed. He snapped his fingers to dispose of his own clothing and followed her, wrestling with her briefly before he managed to rid her of the damned dress she’d managed, somehow, to twist around her as she climbed in. She fell back against the pillows when he released her to toss the dress aside, her arms thrown upward in a gesture of surrender.
    “Don’t you dare go to sleep on me, Bronwyn,” Constantine growled as he dove for her throat, his patience stretched the limit.
    She uttered a drunken giggle that hitched in her throat and became a moan as he nibbled a path up her throat and over to the side of her neck. His throat went dry as he felt the pulse of her nectar against his lips. It would be sweet, he thought, as sweet and pure as she was.
    Despite the burning hunger in his belly, however, his fangs didn’t elongate.
    You cannot use your powers against her.
    Bloody hell!
    The temptation burned him to tear at her fragile skin with his teeth anyway to reach the warm, pulsing nectar so temptingly close. He struggled with the knowledge that he would only cause her pain to do so, the certainty that he had no way to inject the soothing drug to sooth the sting and make her malleable to his will.
    No way to stem the tide once he’d torn the membrane to feast on her.
    She would die, taking her gift with her.
    It still took every ounce of self-control he could muster to lift his head. He studied her face, felt his body throb with other needs, felt a wave of fury and frustration as it dawned on him to wonder if he could even assuage those needs.
    He found he couldn’t resist the attempt. She was open to him, already warm and willing. He settled his mouth over hers, kissing her with all the pent up frustration inside of him. She twined her arms around his neck despite his roughness, kissed him back and an odd sense of protectiveness stole over him.
    He gentled his kiss, stroked the slick inner surfaces of her mouth caressingly with his tongue, gathering what he could of her essence to himself to feed his hunger.
    “Con!” She groaned his name pleadingly when he broke the kiss.
    He would’ve slain anyone else that had dared to utter a diminutive of his name and yet, oddly, it seemed to set his blood on fire. He stroked hands that shook with eagerness over her full breasts, cupped each in a palm and served their cherry ripe tips to 32
    himself to suckle.
    “Sweet baby,” he murmured huskily when she spread her thighs willingly, nay eagerly, at the touch of his hand as he glided it over her belly and found her honey pot, allowing him to stroke her nether lips and collect her honey on the tip of his finger.
    He found he couldn’t wait longer once he’d stroked her inner passage and felt her moist heat, the tightness of her body. He had to feel it around him, needed it to assuage the ache that begun to throb so hard it felt as if his temples would explode. He slid his hips into the cradle of her thighs, pierced her with the head of his cock.
    The sweet agony of it made him lightheaded. He lowered his weight onto her, burrowed his face into the pillow beside her head while he struggled for control. “ Ma sucré mignon ! Sweet little morsel! Your heat scalds me so deliciously I think I will spill my seed and give neither of us the satisfaction we crave.”
    She uttered a grunting gasp, lifting her legs to curl them around his hips. “Don’t leave me! I think I’m going to come!”
    A shudder traveled through him. Gritting his teeth, he plowed deeper, sawing back and forth along her channel until he could go no deeper—and still he felt the urge to try, had to fight it. He took a moment to find his bearings when he felt Bronwyn stir against him—and discovered the