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he was right where he’d kissed me just moments ago.
    My poor strangled tummy thanked him. But the cool steel of that knife so perilously close to my most private parts . . . Call me freaky, but I shivered with a perverse need to have him keep going. He looked up, his heated gaze leaving no doubt that he’d go as far as I wanted him to.
    Did I stop him? Are you kidding? I opened my thighs and held my breath. And he kept going, the cold steel skimming across me, lower, lower until I grabbed his hair and made him look at me.
    â€œYou wouldn’t.”
    â€œWouldn’t I? Anything for your pleasure, lass.” But he tossed the knife aside and bent his head to trace me with his tongue and—hoo, boy—his fangs. Oh, God, but he had a way with his fangs. Heat, need and the satisfaction that I’d always felt only with Jeremiah Campbell sliced through me, sharp as that knife he’d used moments ago. I wanted him naked. And deep inside me.
    Of course he heard my “Do me, baby” thoughts. His clothes vanished along with mine before he pulled me on top of him and drew my lips to his neck. I pressed my fangs into his tender skin and warm blood flooded my mouth just as hot satisfaction flooded my thighs. I couldn’t think, but Jeremiah could, his voice whispering inside my head.
    â€œYes. Taste me, Gloriana. Come with me. You are beautiful. Mine. Mine.”
    He moved under me, hard and fast, his hands on my ass, urging me to keep pace. No problem. But I was coming apart, bit by bit. I shivered and called his name in my mind since I couldn’t bear to release him and his delicious taste. Finally I licked his neck and threw back my head, wild as he reached between us to touch me.
    â€œGod, Jeremiah!” I leaned forward until he sucked one of my nipples into his warm mouth, the pressure making me clench around him. Oh, yes. He rolled us until he was on top. I opened my eyes and saw him there, so strong, the muscles in his arms taut as he held himself above me. But he was pale. He’d let me feed from him and he’d been hurt just days ago.
    â€œJeremiah.” I pulled his head to my neck, shuddering with pleasure as he took me. If I live to be a thousand, I’m sure I’ll never feel a pleasure greater than Jeremiah Campbell, hard inside me, drawing on my life force. I felt an answering pull deep inside. Powerful, seemingly insatiable. No wonder I held on to him with both hands. He took me and I took him until I was wracked with pleasure, dying and yet being reborn, again and again. Finally, I shattered. Complete. His.

Four
    "I am not yours.” Okay, so maybe I was a little late with that declaration.
    â€œOf course not. You are your own woman. Damnably independent. I get that. ” He lay against the pillows and watched me as I crawled out of bed and attempted to pull together my outfit.
    Damnably independent. Yep. But I couldn’t get too excited about making that point when my knees were still weak and I couldn’t look at him or I’d be right back in that bed for another round.
    Get dressed. Right. Forget the panties. They went in the trash and I was glad to see those modern day iron maidens go. At some point he’d cut my bra apart too and that bugged me. Black lace double D bras aren’t cheap.
    I was surprisingly at ease prancing around naked in front of Jerry. Hey, he’d seen me in the buff more times than either of us could count and if my figure flaws hadn’t sent him away screaming before, they sure wouldn’t now.
    â€œYou’re beautiful, Gloriana. I wish you’d realize that.”
    I pulled on my blouse, but left it gaping open as I faced him. Yeah, he did look like he was enjoying the view. I picked up my skirt and twirled it around my finger.
    â€œI realize that you want me to obey you. Drive that sexmobile to Lake Charles with you and lock myself inside your casino. But it’s not going to happen.”