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touching it. The water slid over his skin and he appeared more flushed than before.
    “You are going to tell me how you got my blood and reveal who cast the binding spell for you?” He looked down at me, his hair plastered against his head, his breathing labored. With my hands against the glass I looked up. Every time I did, his demeanor softened. My words seemed to infuriate, but my eyes grounded him.
    “Cyril, I don’t know what spell you’re talking about. You are the only person I have ever seen use magic.” I tried to convey sincerity with my expression.
    “And?”
    “The blood was your fault.” It took a moment to realize I said too much.
    “How is that possible? I would never share my blood.” His features turned hard.
    I gave him one tidbit, but nothing more. Looking down, the steam from the shower caused my gown to cling to me, giving it a transparent effect that accented my hips and my extremely hard nipples. I stepped forward, raised my eyes, and pressed my body against the glass. He knew I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me—the evidence apparent on the other side of the thin pane. His nostrils flared and his breathing grew heavy. Sobeautiful.
    “I was a teenager when we last knew each other. You were very different. I actually liked you. The night we said good-bye you asked to kiss me. You had been injured and your lips were bloody.” The next line I delivered with a provocative smile. “I didn’t realize what happened until I tasted you on my tongue.” I paused for effect and bit my lip. Our gazes locked. He groaned and pressed against the glass, leaving an imprint in the condensation.
    “Since I didn’t know you were some kind of supernatural bastard with magical blood, I didn’t know to be cautious. Instead I focused on more important things.” My rage sparked instantaneously. “Like trying to save your immortal ass.” I slammed my hands against the glass in frustration. “That’s all you get. No more information. It’s my only weapon against you.”
    His chest rumbled. He gripped his cock, so hard his knuckles turned white. “Come here!”
    “No.” I backed away.
    “You want me. I can smell you all the way in here.”
    He knew when I was aroused.Lovely. “Cyril…please don’t do this.”
    As I passed the open shower door in retreat, he grabbed me and dragged me into the shower with lightning speed. My body screamed fuck it! Give him what he wants! My mind screamed don’t. You might kill him.
    From behind me he enclosed me in his arms, clasping them below my breasts. My nightgown became drenched as he held me against him. I wanted to give in, but I couldn’t bear to watch him die like Michael.
    “Cyril, please. If we do this, you might die.”
    He stilled for a moment then whispered in my ear. “You’re concerned about me?” His surprise sounded genuine.
    I tried to make him understand. “I’m poison. Anyone I get close to dies.”
    That got his attention. He loosened his grip.
    I had to make one last plea before I lost myself. “You are right. I do want you, but not at that price. Please, let me go, even if it’s only for your own sake.”
    He freed me enough so I was able to turn and look up at him through the falling water. “Why did you tell the man in the garden I’m yours?”
    His hands never left my body, his erection pressed large and hard against my belly. “To protect you. Tell me. Tell me how I kissed you?”
    I barely heard him over the running water. “What?” I wasn’t sure what he meant.
    “You said I kissed you and gave you my blood? How did I do it? Soft and slow? Hard and passionate? How? Show me. Show me how I kissed you.”
    I stood on a cliff’s edge trying to see how close I could get without going over. In the next moment, I jumped. I reached up and pulled his head down to meet mine. The water flowed over us. Parting my lips, I pressed mine softly to his. Our mouths danced as his hands glided over my water-slicked body. His tongue teased