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she placed her hands on his denims instead. “Show me what to do, Greg.” She kissed down the center of his chest, following a line of hair that bisected his rippling abdominals.
    “Whatever feels good, princess.”
    His jeans weren’t easy to open with his erection straining so strongly against the buttons, but she managed to get them undone. He eased out of his stretchy boxer-briefs while she pushed his pants down to his ankles. Greg kicked the denim aside and stood before her, his desire plain to see in the thick flesh that jutted proudly from a nest of dark hair. Fianna licked her lips, which had suddenly gone dry. How was she supposed to do this?
    “Come here.” He knelt on the tablecloth and took her hands, pulling her down beside him. “We’ll start with this.” As he kissed her deeply, he eased down to lie on his side, drawing her with him.
    This, she understood. Kissing Greg was the most natural thing in the world, and she barely even noticed when her hands started cruising over his taut muscle and tunneling through the hair on his chest. Her tongue ran across the edges of his teeth, which were surely a little sharper than they’d been before.
    “Lower, princess.” Though his voice was little more than a guttural snarl, she wasn’t afraid. He took one of her hands in his and guided it down his belly even as he reclaimed her lips with his.
    When her hand reached the solid length of him, she closed her fist around his shaft, or tried. Her fingers, which were long by human standards, didn’t quite meet. She smoothed them along the velvety skin that contrasted so drastically with the rigidity beneath. Greg was thicker than her one previous lover, and yet he had caused her pain. Perhaps it was better this way, though her body refused to believe it. Even after the strongest orgasm of her life, she wanted more. She wanted Greg. All of him.
    For now though, she was thrilled with the idea of exploration. She played with him, learning his textures and shape until he groaned and covered her hand with his own. “Like this.”
    He showed her what he liked and she followed his lead while she nuzzled her face into his chest. Greg kept one hand in her hair, holding her against him and clenched the other in the tablecloth.
    She’d read enough to know a few things. Intending to take him in her mouth, she pulled her lips from his and started to kiss her way down his chest. To her surprise, he pulled her back and took her mouth again. “Later. I’m so close now…”
    Moments later his spine arched up off the floor and he came, in long gushes of thick fluid that streaked his chest and hers. She flicked out her tongue and tasted a drop that had landed near her chin, fascinated by the salty, bitter taste.
    “Thank you.” His voice in her hair was thick and gruff. “We should get dressed now, before I run out of willpower, princess.”
    “Surely not?”
    He grunted as her hand tightened around his still-hard length. “Apparently so.”
    “I still ache, too,” she admitted, releasing his cock to lay her hand on his damp, sticky chest. “But we should both be sated. I don’t understand this at all.”
    “Me either.” He sat up and pulled away from her, the fingers of one hand lacing with hers when she came to her knees. “But it would still be a bad idea to give in to it.”
    She tried not to wince visibly. “I understand.”
    He snorted out a laugh. “Good, because I sure don’t. Now why don’t you go clean up first?” He jerked his head toward the lavatory. “I’ll take care of the tablecloth.”
    Biting her lip, Fianna nodded and fled.
     
    Fuck. He was the biggest bastard alive.
    Greg used the tablecloth to wipe his chest and stuffed it into a garbage bag. Even after an orgasm that had nearly blown his head off, he still wanted her more than his next meal. Damn, this was getting bad. For a moment there, his fangs had extended. His urge to mark her had gotten that strong. Nothing like this had ever