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take care of me—I was at
his mercy. That much I remembered from the contract: as long as I was alive at
the end of the month, he’d have fulfilled his part of the bargain.
    Remy brought a hand between our bodies to swirl his fingers
over my clit. “Come for me,” he said against my throat.
    “Yes, yes,” I murmured. Then I squeezed tight around him and
screamed out his name as the fireworks went up in a raw, wild display.
    Remy thrust a few more times, hard and fast and rough. Then
he threw back his head, and with a groan, pushed so deep I could feel him to
the base of my spine. He stilled, pulsing inside me.
    “ La sainte mère .” A quiet murmur against my face. His
weight pressed me into the mattress, heavy and warm. Then the pressure eased as
he levered himself off me and turned onto his back. “Thank you, my dear.”
    I dragged in a breath, one arm over my head and legs still
splayed open, and sent him an incredulous look. The man had given me the best
climax of my life, and he was thanking me .
    But I simply murmured, “No problem,” because it was to my
benefit to have Remy de la Lune grateful to me.
    At least that’s what I told myself. And that’s the reason I
gave myself for rolling onto my side and stroking a hand down his taut abdomen.
    He shifted and slid his arm under my shoulders. I rested my
head in the warm hollow of his shoulder and petted his chest, his stomach,
enjoying how the muscles tensed beneath my fingers.
    “I thought you’d be ice cold,” I murmured.
    “I can control my body temperature.”
    “I like it.” I snuggled closer. Something primitive in me took
comfort from his heat. It had been a long time since anyone had held me. My
hand crept lower, exploring.
     “That’s it,” he said against my hair. “Touch me.”
    He was still half erect. I encircled his cock with my hand.
He was hot and sticky from sex. I played my fingers up and down, watching as he
started to lengthen.
    He remained silent, but I glanced up to find him watching me
through glittering eyes, the blue less now, but still startling.
    “How long does it take a vamp to recover?”
    “Not long.”
    I squeezed.
    “Suck me, Star.” A quiet order.
    I smiled to myself and brought my thumb to the flushed cap.
“Is that in the contract?” I asked as I smoothed my thumb over it.
    He growled. “The hell with the contract.”
    “So it’s not.”
    “ Non . Not those words. You are mine for this month.
You can’t refuse me sex, or the right to drink from you, but you can refuse any
acts you find unpleasant.”
    “Unpleasant?” I mused. “I don’t think I’d find it…unpleasant.”
    “Then suck me.”
    I slid lower, pursed my lips and directed a stream of moist,
heated air over his cock.
    “ Oui ,” he breathed. “ Comme ça .”
    I licked my tongue up him. Once, then again. Slow, easy
strokes.
    I was operating on instinct, because I had the feeling that
if I was going to survive this month—and I mean emotionally—I needed to keep Remy
off balance. He was too old, too dark, too dominant. I’d read between the lines
of what Angelique had said about the other women. If I wasn’t careful, I was
going to be completely enslaved by him—and then when our thirty days were over,
he’d kick me to the curb and my stupid heart would be broken.
    Not going to happen .
    I might be only a weak human, but I decided then and there
to keep this just about the sex. Remy de la Lune might own my body, but my
heart was mine.

CHAPTER EIGHT: Star
    We didn’t fall asleep until dawn was breaking over
the harbor. Remy pulled shut the blackout curtains, and then wrapped me in his arms
and murmured, “Rest.”
    I was so wrung out, I went right off and slept until noon.
When I woke up, we were in almost the same position: Remy curled around me, one
big arm over my hip.
    Keeping me in his control even in his sleep, because when I
moved, he gripped my waist and muttered, “Where are you going?”
    I glanced back at him, but