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mewled. She lifted her hips, too, thrusting her cunt forward.
    On the verge of taking too much, too fast, Anthony forced himself to stop drinking.
    “More,” she said, obviously too dizzy to know that she was making his hunger worse.
    “In a second.”
    “More now.”
    “No.”
    “Please.”
    Her begging was almost too much to bear. He grasped her hair and tugged her down, keeping her quiet.
    She used her hands and her mouth, and when he was on the edge of orgasm, he finished drinking, spilling his seed at the same time.
    The climax of all climaxes.
    He moved away from her and sat back on his haunches. He’d yet to retract his fangs. In fact, he was running his tongue over them, savoring the flavor.
    Tessa leaned against the headboard, her limbs akimbo, rose petals scattered on the bed. Somewhere in the midst of their naughty escapade, her corsage had lost some of its life.
    He glanced at her thigh. “That’s probably going to bruise.”
    She smiled, shrugged, still stoned, apparently. “Sometimes I bruise after getting blood tests.”
    This was no test. This was the real deal. He finally put his fangs back where they belonged. He had the urge to feed again, which would be unthinkable.
    Instead, he drew her into his arms and eased her down, holding her as if his immortality depended on it.

Chapter Eight
    The first week went by in a whirlwind. Each day Tessa spent with Anthony was absolutely amazing. On this bright and beautiful day, they kicked back by their private plunge pool, soaking up rays.
    She glanced over at her companion. “Who knew that I would be tanning with a vampire?”
    “I’m not a vampire. If I was, I would have exploded in the sun by now. And technically, I’m not tanning. The pigment of my skin isn’t going to change, no matter how much time I spend out here.”
    “Details. Details.” She streamed her gaze along his body. They were both sunbathing in the nude, draped over lounge chairs on their stomachs, with their bottoms in the air.
    He returned the exchange, checking out her nakedness, too. “Let me put more lotion on you. You’re getting pink.”
    She went smug. “Heaven forbid, I should burn.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Was that a joke?”
    Mercy, she thought. It was. “That’s even weirder than pretending to tan with a gen-vamp. Me, making cracks about the fire.”
    “I’m glad you’re learning to be flippant. But you’re still getting pink.” He picked up the sun block. “Now keep still and let me rub this on your butt.”
    “Is that the pinkest part of me?”
    “It’s the most inviting. But I’ll put it on the rest of you, too.”
    She closed her eyes while he applied the lotion. He massaged her skin with strong, capable hands, kneading her muscles. She moaned her thanks.
    “What are we going to do tonight?” she asked.
    “We’re going to get wicked.”
    She popped her eyes open. “Like the BDSM stuff you do with Simone. I don’t think—”
    “Don’t worry. That isn’t what I meant.”
    Her breath rushed out. “Then what did you mean?”
    “We’re going to see the show. “ Wicked . The musical,” he clarified. “It’s playing at the Pantages, and I got tickets.”
    “Oh, that’s awesome. Way better than getting chained to the bed with a whip across my back.”
    “Or your butt.” He smacked the area in question, albeit it softly.
    “Ha. Ha.” She rolled over to look at him, her mind cluttered with curiosity. “Do you like getting rough with Simone?”
    “She likes it.”
    “Yes, Anthony, but do you like it?”
    “It wouldn’t be my sex of choice. But it’s important to play those types of games with Simone. Otherwise she would be bored. I’d rather not play them with you, so it’s okay that you don’t want to engage in rough acts.” He flashed his signature grin. “Not that you’re a total innocent. Not anymore.”
    “The blow job feeding pushed me past that.”
    “You have no idea how badly I wanted to keep drinking.”
    “But