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brief second.
    I moaned, instantly wet as his teeth pushed into my neck and he began to suck. A vampire’s bite was an instant orgasm, and I felt the bursts of pleasure flood through my body in response. He continued to suck at my throat, pulling heavily on my blood, gulping down draw after draw, until I felt the blood from his mouth slide down my neck and over my breasts. The orgasm continued to crash over me with every flick of his tongue against my neck, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Zane normally drank from me, but not like this—not with this ferocity, this intensity. This need so thick and violent that he was going to drain me completely.
    And I didn’t care.
    My arms wrapped around his neck and I cradled him closer, my legs wrapping around his hips as well. Bliss fogged my senses, a heady drug. I barely noticed Remy hammering at Zane’s shoulders, shouting something. I saw a brown hand reach to Zane’s hair, trying to tug him off me.
    They were
totally
just jealous. I purred with each throb of the ongoing orgasm, my breath gone from my lungs. He’d taken every last whisper of it, just like he was taking my blood. He was welcome to all of it. Even when black began to cloud my vision, I moaned my pleasure. Zane’s mouth on my skin was the most exquisite sensation I’d ever felt—would ever feel. I loved it. I loved him.
    His head lifted, his eyes glittering with lust as he stared at my blissful face. Blood streaked his mouth, and he leaned in to kiss me tenderly. I could taste my own blood on his lips and felt his fangs graze my own mouth. He still struggled with control.
    “Princess. I took too much blood,” he rasped against my lips. Even now, they pushed against my lip, breaking the skin. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be,” I said dreamily. “Whatever you need, I’ll provide.” My body existed in a pleasant haze. Problem? There was no problem, there was only Zane, holding me close to him, my body deliciously languid. I was his meal and lover all in one. I could be a fountain of blood for him. I raised a hand to caress his cheek.
    But my hand wouldn’t rise. In fact, when I tried to lift it, it just hung at my side, limply. The black continued to swim forward into my vision.
    “Hold her,” Zane rasped. “I’m getting us the fuck out of here.”
    I barely noticed when strong arms grasped me around my waist, supporting my body. In my dimming vision, I saw Zane rip his coat off and toss it to Remy. He glanced up at the stone ceiling.
    And then he launched himself at it like a rocket. The ceiling collapsed in a rain of stone and cement.
    And the world went black before my eyes.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “The best thing about this business? The men. The worst thing about this business? The men.”—
Looking Back on a Decade of Dong
,
by Remy Summore
    ~*~
     
     
    There were no dreams for me this sleep. Perhaps Zane had drunk too much, or perhaps something else was in play. Either way, I existed in a black, hazy limbo of pleasure, outside of time and space. It was almost like being human again—a deep, restful, drugging sleep like I hadn’t experienced since becoming immortal.
    A warm hand stroked my cheek, causing the black to recede.
    “Wake up, Princess,” a voice called softly, and I followed it. I knew that voice. I loved that voice. I pushed the darkness away and opened my eyes.
    Zane hovered over me, his eyes dark, his thirst slaked. For now. His rakish hair swept over his forehead as he dipped his head, running his gaze over my body.
    “Mmm,” I said, stretching my arms over my head. I stifled a yawn, then glanced at our surroundings. A cheap, sparsely furnished room. A painting of a cowboy hung on the wall, and a TV sat atop a dresser nearby. The thick, ugly curtains were drawn over the window and I was lying on top of the world’s ghastliest bedspread. “Where are we?”
    “A motel somewhere in upstate New York,” Zane said. “That was as far as we could get with you unconscious.”
    His