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she didn't make an escape, this was going to be one very messy first time.
    "Jared," she whimpered. Her fingers fisted his hair.
    His hands teased the hem of the shirt she was wearing. slipping under and making fast work of cupping her breast. Elizabeth let out a sigh and arched against him.
    "I want to take a bath," she pleaded. Elizabeth knew she lacked the strength to walk away. Something was happening to her, making her weak and needy of male touch, and she knew it had everything to do with her fucking horns.
    He did that sexy growl against her throat, that shot straight to the part of her that was supposed to be out of order for the next six days. She arched against him and clung to his back.
    "One of us has to stop," she tried to reason with them.
    "Who says?"
    Elizabeth laughed as he yanked down her bra, lifted her shirt, and with a smirk set about tormenting her breasts.
    She was panting, clawing at him. All she knew was his body. He even drew out little squeals as he bit at her hardened nipples.
    "Fuck, God, Jared. Not now, not the right time," she cried out as he bit down hard on her right nipple and then blew on it, while twisting the other between his fingers.
    She shattered.
    No warning, no rise to the top of Orgasm Peak. She just came, jerking and clinging to him for dear life until the stars behind her eyes started to fade.
    Elizabeth was breathing hard. She watched him through slitted eyes and his were doing that silver swirl thing. He had a smug grin on his lips.
    "Go get that bath. I'll clean up all these books and get us some food."
    She just lay there as he tucked her breasts back into her bra and slowly lowered her shirt.
    "When this passes, I am going to eat your pussy so thoroughly you will beg for it every night." He winked and helped her to her feet. He guided her to the bathroom and shut the door.
    Elizabeth turned to look at herself in the mirror, and she sucked in a breath. Her skin was glowing, and her horns looked like they had veins of lava flowing through them. They almost looked—beautiful. Her eyes had taken on an amber hue. Like two glowing embers. She took a step back and tried to get control.
    Why was Jared acting so—hot?
    Why did she look positively stunning while on her damned period?
    And what the fuck had just happened?
    She shook off her thoughts, and decided a bath was just what she needed.
    Elizabeth turned the taps until she felt the warm water streaming out just like she liked it. The steam filling the room seemed to clear her head and ease the tension in her body. The ache in her lower belly was still there but she felt calmer, lighter.
    That was until she felt arms slither around her waist. The familiar scent of fire and brimstone assaulted her nostrils and she cried out.  She fought and struggled with the arms around her until she was pulled flush against that chest. The lying chest. A chest that screamed of security, class, and wealth, but only meant anguish and pain.
    His palm flattened over her stomach and started to trail down. She shivered. Her horns throbbing again, her body sang and reached for him as she arched into his touch. Elizabeth's brain seemed to be the only one rational.
    "'No," she whimpered.
    "But you are so fucking ripe, my sweet," he purred against her ear. He trailed kisses up her cheek, into her hair, and she knew what was coming a second before he did it.
    She jerked against him, frantic to escape just as his mouth sucked in one of those throbbing horns. Elizabeth screamed and melted against him. Her knees going out, she thrust her mound into his hand that now cupped her.
    "I knew you would be so beautifully wanton during this time. So sweet and willing. See, it is so easy. Just give in, say it, come with me, my love. Together we can rule everything."
    He ground the heel of his hand into her mound just right, hitting her clit, and she felt a wave of heat followed by a pounding of arousal. She was climbing that hill, ready to spill over, her lips