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to him. His mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue opening her up, slipping between her lips. His kiss was hard, demanding. Perfect.
    He kissed her harder, bruising her lips, and she moaned into his mouth as he laid her down on the bed. He stripped off his leather pants in an instant. Drawing her arms behind her, he pressed her down into the bed, and she sank into the softness of the thick mattress. He laid his body over hers, like granite upon her flesh, yet warm, alive, the weight of him holding her arms tight beneath her. The scent of him, fleshy with her blood in his veins, filled her head. It was like perfume to her—his body, her blood.
    He spread her thighs, and his hard cock was pushing between the swollen lips of her cleft. She spread wider, taking him in.
    He pushed deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. Until she felt him at the entrance to her womb. He thrust, hard and punishing. She took him in, loved it, as pleasure shivered through her system. Another rough thrust, then another, his hips grinding into her. Her shoulders ached, her arms still pinned beneath her body. But she loved being rendered helpless in this symbolic way, even though with the power of his ancient, vampiric body, he was immeasurably stronger than her.
    Desire came in wave after wave, building, cresting. With each sharp plunge, his cock drove pleasure deeper, into her belly, her sex. Her clit was pulsing, waiting in blissful expectation for his hips to piston into her, to press onto that swollen nub of flesh.
    He was kissing her as hard as he was fucking her. His tongue, his cock, were driving deep. One rocking thrust and the bed crashed against the wall behind them. Another and there was the sound of breaking glass as the bedside lamp crashed onto the floor. She hovered at the edge of climax, waiting for him.
    Aleron pulled his mouth from hers. “Come, Meeraj.”
    “With you…”
    “Yes, now!”
    He plunged into her, his hips bruising, his pelvic bone slamming into her clit. She came, shattering, brilliant, blinding, like a thousand stars in the night sky. As she shuddered, Aleron tensed all over, his hips thrusting sharply, his hands going into her hair, pulling hard.
    “Ah…Meeraj!”
    He called her name into her hair, then crushed his cheek to hers, hard and bruising and everything she needed from him.
    She was still shivering, tiny tremors of orgasm trembling through her body, when he whispered to her, “Stay with me.”
    “I will,” she told him. “There is no place else I’d rather be.”

    She had been with him for two weeks. He’d never kept a woman with him for so long, other than Nissa. Even then he’d kept Nissa for Hex. He didn’t want to question himself about why he was doing this. He was far too old for those kinds of mind games. He simply wanted her with him.
    He’d never met anyone like her. She was an independent thinker, yet utterly submissive to him when it came to sex. She was tireless when it came to the BDSM play, letting him whip her for hours, spank her, then fuck her all night long. She was nearly as tireless as he was, in his immortal strength. And each time he felt the Bloodsong, more subtly than he would with another vampire, but it was there. Unmistakable. He hadn’t discussed it with her, even though he knew she’d felt it, too. He couldn’t bear to question why it was happening. He was afraid to know the answer.
    In between, they talked. About nearly everything. He’d told her about his mortal life, about growing up in the Paris of the 1740s, the son of a successful merchant. He’d told her about Marie-Jean, the woman his father had forced him to marry, whom he did not love, and who died in childbirth a year into their marriage. He hardly remembered the cold woman for whom he had never felt anything. Then his transformation, the moment when he had received the Turning Kiss, at one of the earliest vampire clubs in Europe, long before the Midnight Playground had existed.
    They hadn’t