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arched her back, and he couldn’t do it. Instead he drew his fingers together on her nipple, pressing and rolling it to give her a taste of the pleasure she so craved.
    â€œWhy, Tempest?” he asked. “Tell me why?”
    â€œMake love to me, Vlad.”
    â€œTalk to me, first. Answer my questions,” he told her.
    She twisted in the bed, pushing at the blanket until it slid and bunched up around her waist, leaving her upper body bare and fully exposed.
    He shivered at the sight of her. Still so incredibly beautiful, with creamy skin almost begging to be touched. Hips a little wider than before, body a little fuller. It wasn’t the body of a twenty-three-year-old now. It was a woman’s body, and he burned with desire to bury his own inside it.
    â€œTell me why you have to find the ring.” He cupped her untouched breast with his other hand, and squeezed and lifted it, then pinched the nipple softly, because he loved the way she gasped and shivered every time his fingers closed tighter on the hard little bud.
    â€œIf you have it, you’ll kill me.”
    â€œI would never hurt you, Tempest.” Another pinch. Harder this time. She sucked air through her teeth. Gods, he wanted her.
    â€œUse your mouth,” she whispered.
    â€œTell me why you think I’ll kill you.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. He wanted to taste them. And he didn’t have the will to do otherwise. He bent his head, squeezing her breast in his hand, so the nipple thrust upward, and lapped its tip with his tongue.
    She gasped. “More.”
    He loved this part of her, this new part. The girl she’d been would have waited to see what he would do, how he would touch her, then reacted when he did. But the woman she had become told him exactly what she wanted. And it made him all too eager to comply.
    â€œTell me, Tempest, and I’ll give you what you want,” he whispered, his breath bathing her sensitive skin as he spoke.
    â€œIf you have the ring, you’ll put it on me. You’ll perform the rite.” She arched her back. “Please, Vlad.”
    He closed his mouth around her nipple, suckled her deep and hard for a long moment. Her hands closed in his hair, and she held him to her. He bit down a little, and she arched against his mouth, silently begging for more.
    He stopped. “Keep talking, Tempest. Tell me what I need to know.”
    Breathless, she whispered, “If you perform the rite, I’ll die. My soul will go away. And she’ll take my body. Take you.” She pressed her breast to his lips, and he took it again, drawing on it, nipping and tugging.
    She writhed beneath him, arching and moaning until the blanket fell to the floor at the foot of the bed, leaving her completely naked and exposed to him. Vulnerable to him.
    Gods help him.
    His hand slid over her body, across her belly, to the soft curls between her legs. She let her thighs fall open wide, arching her hips against his hand.
    â€œWhat will you do with the ring when you find it?” he asked.
    â€œI can’t tell you. You’ll stop me.”
    He slid his fingers between her folds. She was wet. Dripping, and so hot. “Tell me, Tempest,” he whispered, and he thrust his fingers inside her.
    She shuddered from her head to her toes, and pressed him deeper.
    â€œWill you give the ring to the woman? Melina?”
    â€œI don’t know her. Don’t trust her,” she said. Then, “Harder!”
    He drove his fingers into her more deeply, withdrew and did it again. “Tell me what you’ll do with the ring.”
    â€œI’ll…destroy it,” she whispered.
    He went still. Shocked. Destroy it? By the gods, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
    Her eyes fluttered.
    He saw it, knew she was starting to lose her grip on sleep, and called up the full power of his mind. “Don’t you dare wake up, Tempest. Sleep. Dream. Enjoy.”
    She