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as it ventured forward to tangle around his.
    Her back hit something soft that she vaguely registered as the mattress. Christian broke the connection between their mouths only long enough to pull her sweater over her head and remove his T-shirt. She opened her eyes and reached out to touch the smooth hardness of his chest, drawing her index finger along the cold ripples of muscle. Beneath her touch he shivered, but he allowed her to explore as he removed his belt and reached behind him to tug at her shoes.
    Leaning toward her, Christian drew one hand down the side of her face. The wound on his arm was nearly healed already, but drops of blood still lingered on his mouth. He leaned down to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a hand to his chest.
    “Christian, I…I don’t want to be a scab.” She released a stuttering breath as the hand moving down her face traveled over her throat and down into the valley between her breasts. He paused there, as if feeling her heartbeat.
    “I had no intention of letting that happen,” he answered, and kissed her again. Those words were all it took for Lana to come alive beneath him. Her hands were everywhere, fingernails scoring the skin of his back before swinging around to tug at the button on his jeans. She writhed beneath him as he pulled loose the clasp of her bra and pushed his hand underneath. She moaned as his fingertip grazed the taut flesh of her nipple and she arched into him. The small sliver of rationality left in her brain told her to slow down, to back off and enjoy the last few moments of her life.
    But her hormones quickly silenced her last rational thought. If she was supposed to enjoy the rest of her life, what better way to do so than in Christian’s arms?

Chapter Six
     
    He was so hungry and so needy… the way she moved beneath him told him that she was too. If she continued to do what she was doing, to look up at him through those smoky, green eyes, Christian feared he might not be able to keep the promise he had made. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he was so far gone that he couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t.
    Having worked the zipper down, Lana snaked her hand inside his jeans and with a gasp of surprise, closed her fingers around his cock. Her touch was like a bolt of electricity to his body, and the pulsing member leaped in her hand. Returning the favor, Christian grazed his thumb across her breast, centering on her nipple and stroking it with growing pressure. She mewled and twisted, pressing her body up against his and twining her legs around his hips.
    He could never remember wanting a woman more as he stretched back, gingerly removing her hands from his jeans before kicking off the offending article and laying her bare to his view. He peeled her pants away to reveal a pair of white silk panties, the same material from which her bra was made. She stretched her arms over his head as he looked at her, her eyes glazed and already turning slightly milky. He hesitated a moment, wondering whether he should continue this game, or turn her first and then have his way with her.
    Lana effectively silenced that train of thought as she reached for him, her fingertips just grazing the tip of his cock. Frustrated, she sat up and closed her hand around it, then kissed his lips and shoved him backward. Christian toppled to the mattress with a grunt, and before he could think again, she was on him, stroking him to the absolute limit before taking his aching head between her lips. His eyes widened and he gasped in surprise. Her hair fell around her face, and he reached down to push it to one side. He didn’t want to miss a second of this.
    She drew her lips up along his length as her fingers tightened around the base of his cock, stroking in time with the wet heat of her mouth. The delicious friction was almost too much to take. When she released him with a sucking pop to slide her tongue along the ridge down the underside, his hips involuntarily lifted, as if