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orbs,
something he could not quite place. She lowered her gaze to hide
the emotion and slid her seeking hand along his stomach to
disappear beneath the furs.
    It slipped his mind to probe her with
questions. The tender ministrations of her hand and the heat of her
lips that blazed a moist trail from his lips to his chest and
further south extinguished all forms of doubt from his mind. The
scent of his seed mixed with her oils still stained her skin and
the furs he was near buried in. His nostrils flared. In the nights
gone by, he had allowed himself every imaginable pleasure at her
hands. Every position had been explored, and the more he taught
her, the more eager she was to learn.
    This morning was a pleasant surprise.
She looked at him with much more than longing. If Graeme was a man
who believed in love, he might have used that word to accredit the
depth of emotion that swirled in her eyes. But he was not fool
enough to think that this sweet, beautiful vampire should love him.
They were natural enemies. Why the fates had mated them was beyond
any reason he could think of. Why each day he grew more possessive
of her was something he did not want to contemplate.
    Her heated mouth covered his throbbing
member, the suction created there firm and slow. Graeme near bolted
off the bed. Bliss. This was what she brought to him. Her breasts
were crushed to his thighs. Deeper still she lowered her mouth. His
eyes rolled back. The almost reverent way she caressed him might
have been disconcerting, but at that moment, he did not care. The
growls that reverberated at the back of his throat were meant to
encourage her. His fingers sank into her silken locks. He bobbed
her head, creating a rhythm that forced a husky moan from his lips.
He felt himself build, felt fire threaten to consume him and pushed
her away swiftly. The cry on her lips died beneath his
kiss.
    “ Please,” she said thickly.
He did not pause, not as he pushed her back to gain her footing,
not as he continued to taste her tongue. Naked, they stood on the
cold stone. Graeme pulled away long enough to move the strands of
hair from her face. He looked at her. What he saw was suddenly more
than just a vampire. He saw her. When had she denied him herself?
When had she started looking at him as if the sun rose and set in
his eyes? When had her kisses started to taste so sweet?
    Confused, he frowned. What the hell was
wrong with him? She was no different. It had to be the magic of the
moon. The full moon was tonight. Mature Weres had a hell of a time
controlling their baser instinct on nights like this. He would have
to do her a kindness and stay away. If he hurt her, or killed her,
they would have an all out war on their hands.
    Her feathery touch jerked him out of
his musings. Her lips were swollen and parted – and she panted. He
inhaled the thick air between them. The scent of her full arousal
momentarily scrambled his senses. He pulled her against his desire
and lifted her slowly.
    “ Wrap your legs around
me…”
    She obeyed. Graeme slid into her tight
entrance and watched in interest the flush of her cheeks and the
emotions that fluttered across her face. His steps were purposeful
when he made his way across the room, moving her light weight up
and down all the while. The mewling noises she made stroked
something very primal within him. Her back to the wall, he adjusted
her again. This time when he moved, it was with slow, tantalizing
motions. Blood heated, he captured her lips. Each time he slipped
within her, she expanded, gripping onto his erection like a vise.
Hot and sleek, her body worked like a vise. It occurred to him then
that if he moved just so, she gasped. Again, he experimented. Her
whimper was a welcomed one. Their bodies joined, he introduced his
fingers to her swollen nub just above his entry point. Shudders
raked her body violently, so much so that the instant her eyes
opened, they blazed quicksilver. Her hips bucked uncontrollably.
The swift