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those teeth. She was breathing fast and waiting, waiting for him to touch that magical spot of hers, that spot that she knew would have her shuddering again, just like last night. And she wondered if he’d hit that spot inside again, too. The infamous and elusive g-spot? That had to be what that was. She never knew where it was before but now she was so aware of it, it was beyond reason. A whoosh of moisture lubricated her. His stare intensified, burning into her and for a moment she couldn’t look away.
    “You want me, Kyla?” his chest was heaving.
    “No,” her voice was small. She glared at the ceiling and fisted the damp sheets. It was confusing and almost painful to think about what she was now allowing to happen. Why wasn’t she hitting him? Why wasn’t she trying to get away? Her limbs were numb.
    “I think you do,” he whispered but his voice, it almost sounded like he was in pain.
    She felt his tongue touch her there, right where she wanted to be touched. It was heavenly but at the same time she was consumed with so much shame. Kyla heard him moan as he dipped his tongue into her opening,
    “Oh baby,” he said, “You taste amaaaazing. And that’s for me, that taste, isn’t it?”
    “I’ve said no.” Suddenly her voice was strong, “Even if you don’t believe it, I’ve said don’t.”
    She felt pride swell at finding words. He winked at her and kept going. Her conviction hadn’t meant a thing to him.
    She tried to sit up and swung a fist and he caught her wrist before it connected without looking up and just held her wrist while he kept going. She pushed on his shoulder with her left hand but he didn’t budge.
    He pushed her clit hard with his tongue, exerting the perfect amount of pressure, and then she was falling, and fast, tumbling down to that place she’d been last night, the place without self-control. She collapsed back onto the pillows, her whole body starting to shake as the sensations built higher and higher and threatened to shuttle her over a cliff out into oblivion. His tongue swirled, and then he applied pressure, and then let go of her wrist. Her hand fell limply to the bed. His hands slid up and down her thighs and torso, strong fingers massaging, caressing. He looked up at her with intensity, rendering her a doe caught in headlights, stuck and paralyzed by the luminescent blue. It was heady, intense on so many levels. She shook her head and muttered a garbled string of incoherent cuss words, but then hit a peak.
    As she hit that peak, he once again bit into her, this time, on her hip. She felt stinging for a split second and then it went numb and she felt a low hum inside her body and it transcended to need, desperation, but those emotions, they weren’t hers. It was like she could feel his need, that he needed this, needed what? Her blood? And something else. What was it? She furrowed her brows; the climax wasn’t over and weird sensations rolled through her body.
    “Say it, baby,” he breathed and then resumed alternately sucking and probing while she was still mid-release, sensations about to crest but then rising again. He closed his eyes and looked like he was in ecstasy. It was almost like she could feel her blood entering his body, as if she was still connected to it. She felt the oddest urge, the desire to give him more. He pulled back, looked at her strangely and then he muttered, “Not too much.”
    His brow furrowed and his fangs were still out. He licked the spot and then rose onto his knees. She quickly clamped her legs shut and pulled her knees up toward her chest. She tried to cover her naked chest with her arms, mortified.
    For a moment he just stared at her, like he was trying to process something. Then a sexy smile spread over his face, “No, no, baby. Not done yet. You haven’t said it.” He pushed her knees apart and was quickly inside her. This time, he was slow, pushing deeply but being gentler. He caressed her face, his expression tender
    She