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his own on a small table by the door. Without further comment,
he slid one strong arm around her waist and pulled her close to his hard body.
He bent over her, nearly sweeping her completely off her feet as his mouth
drifted down to nip, kiss and lick the sensitive skin under her ear, over her
beating pulse.
    Kelly gave in completely at the first touch of his wet
tongue. The sharp feel of his lengthening teeth surprised her at first and sent
shockwaves of excitement down her spine. It felt even better than the dream.
Her legs could no longer support her. Marc’s strong arms carried her as if she
weighed nothing. He deposited her on the bed with the gentlest of caresses as
he removed her frilly white nightgown and let it drift to the floor.
    He worshiped every inch of skin he revealed, never rushing,
never really giving her a chance to catch her breath or object. He simply
steamrolled over her sensibilities, doing things to her body she’d never
allowed another man to do. Of course, she thought, he’d lived for centuries.
He’d probably done things—sexual things—she’d never even dreamed. Of course,
that dream ménage had been nothing short of shocking in the light of day. She’d
bet he’d done that and more—for real ¾ with
other women.
    The thought of him teaching her some of the forbidden things
he knew sent her excitement level up another notch.
     
    Marc couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. She smelled
like heaven and tasted divine. As he revealed her soft, pale body, he marveled
at her flawless skin and her warm, womanly shape. He loved women of all shapes
and sizes, but this one seemed as if she had been made just for him. She had
everything he liked—large breasts with pouting nipples, a slightly rounded,
womanly tummy, curvy hips and an ass that just wouldn’t quit. She was built
like the women of his time, not the stick thin models of this age, and he was
enjoying every moment of discovery. He’d seen her in the dream, of course, but
the reality was much better, much clearer and distinct. The dream had been
intense, but it could not begin to compare with the real thing.
    He lay her back on the large bed and spread her legs,
thoroughly enjoying the view as he leaned down and inhaled the fresh scent of
her. When he licked her skin, he felt her jump. He growled in satisfaction,
knowing exactly what he wanted to do to her this first time they would join.
From her innocent yet eager responses, he’d bet good money that no man had ever
gone down on her before. It made him feel good to know that he was the first to
bring her this special treat.
    He licked lower, stroking with his tongue, letting her feel
just the tips of his fangs against her super-sensitive skin. She moaned as he
drew his tongue down and into her, pushing within where he would soon invade
with his hard cock. He couldn’t get over how soft she was and how good she
tasted. She was the rarest of vintages, the finest of champagnes, light, airy
and crisp on his tongue. She made his senses swim. He focused on his goal,
tonguing her with single-minded intensity until she trembled with need.
    When she cried out and shuddered with pleasure, he was
almost unprepared for the flood of feeling that washed over his senses. Her
delicious psi energies empowered him with a rush of sensation. He felt pride
that he could bring her to climax with such small attentions. She would reach
orgasm many, many times this night, he vowed.
    “Feel good, mon coeur ?” he asked, his breath fanning
out over her most sensitive skin as she came down from the first little peak.
    She nodded, humming her agreement as he enjoyed the sight of
her flushed cheeks and elevated pulse. She was surprisingly innocent for a
modern woman, and he found it completely enchanting. There were many things he
could teach her about pleasure. It would be a joy to show her, but first things
first.
    First, he needed to know what it felt like to be inside her.
He’d wanted to feel her