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wished she had never even come to Boston in the first place. But even as she thought it she felt guilty for it. Sarah needed her, whether she knew it or not.
    The rest of the ride back to Christian’s house was made in silence. He continued to hold onto her until in parking, he was absolutely forced to take control of the gearshift. In the blink of an eye, he was around the car and opening her door, and even pulled her bag out of her hands. Lacing his fingers through hers again, he towed her inside, then immediately rounded on her, backed her against the door, and kissed her again.
    In the relative safety of his home, he showed no restraint, lifting her from the floor by the waist as he pushed his tongue between her lips, using it to draw her into that intimate dance. Lana responded in kind, twining her arms around his neck and subsequently letting her head empty of everything but the taste of his mouth and the feel of his hands on her body.
    He broke away from her mouth, trailing his lips over her jaw and down her throat. Lana tensed as he pressed his nose to the artery there and inhaled. A purr of satisfaction rumbled up his throat as he traced his tongue along the same spot.
    “You smell divine,” he whispered against her neck, kissing the spot before sniffing again. “I’m so hungry, Lana…” His next movement startled her. The needle-thin scrape of sharpened teeth dragged over her neck, immediately sobering her.
    “Christian, stop…” she whimpered, pushing against his shoulders. He immediately returned her to her feet and took a step back. His lips were pressed tightly closed, but behind them she could still see the outline of his descended fangs. “I…I’m scared.”
    “I won’t hurt you,” he said, but made no move to close the distance he had put between them. “I would never hurt you.”
    “If you bite me, it will hurt.” His eyes closed and he nodded once. “I’m scared of the pain.”
    When he reopened his eyes and focused on her, Christian smiled. The sparkling white of his fangs showed through his lips, making her heart skip in her chest. He chuckled.
    “Of all things to frighten you, Lana,” he said with a laugh, “I would hardly expect my teeth to do it.”
    “They’re sharp.”
    “I can do much more damage with my hands than I can with my teeth, sweetheart.”
    Lana wrapped her arms around her body and sank to the floor, drawing her knees up under her chin. There was no doubt from the throb racing through every sensitive part of her body that she wanted him. She’d known how this was going to end as soon as she agreed to come back to this house. By morning, she wouldn’t be human anymore. But now that it was here…the whole concept terrified her.
    Christian took two steps forward and knelt in front of her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him until he placed two fingers under her chin and lifted it. He leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to hers. There was no pressure there, no expectation, nothing but a gentle and chaste and heartfelt kiss that rattled her all the way to her toes.
    “I can make it easier on you,” he said, holding her gaze with those strange eyes. While she watched, he lifted his other wrist to his mouth and drew his teeth across the skin. Blood pooled there, and with the tiniest of smiles, brought his arm up to his tongue, where he gathered the liquid. The fingers under Lana’s chin moved to her throat, then the back of her head as he towed her close. With his own blood on his lips, he brought her mouth to his. The bitter, metallic taste filled her mouth and her eyes drifted closed. For a moment Lana thought she would be sick, but then the world around her seemed to slow down. Her limbs grew heavy, yet at the same time she felt completely weightless. His arms encased her, and she felt like she was flying. Christian continued to kiss her, the steady back-and-forth swipe of his tongue over hers, teasing at her lips, his teeth nipping at her tongue