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moving,” she said.
    “No.”
    “Your bullet’s out.”
    “Yeah. Right.”
    She lidded her eyes to match him. Look for look. The heart she’d recently noted got louder. Stronger. The cadence matching his - beat for beat, taking the rhythm from him. She’d heard that happened with a mate, too. She hadn’t believed that part, either.
    “Are you going to move? Or am I going to have to make you?” she asked.
    He lowered his chin a hair and did a faint twist from the waist, putting a lot of bulk against hers where their loins were touching. He twisted the other way. Came back, pushing her onto her back. Again. Every return move mashed parts of him to her. Toying with her. Tempting her. Reika lifted a leg to grip him. On the rebound, she did the same with the other, encasing his hips between her thighs. She held him as he rolled. Going with each move: right; then left. And then back again. Over and over. His expression changed to disbelief, then comprehension, and from there to elation. Joy. He stopped on his back, with her atop him. He had a gorgeous smile. Reika matched it without conscious thought.
    “Holy shit. It doesn’t hurt,” he told her. “I can move…and it doesn’t hurt!”
    “I know.”
    He licked his lips, tasting the residue of fluid she’d given him. A tremor went through him. It took her with it. His expression altered. He looked unsure. Leery.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Am I…a vampire now?”
    “Partial.”
    “Partial? Oh. Well, I guess you might as well lay it on me. What does that mean?”
    “Superior senses. Heightened abilities - mainly strength and endurance. You won’t get ill or catch disease. Should you get hurt, the wounds heal faster than normal. Things like that.”
    “Seriously? You’re saying I’m a super being now?”
    She nodded.
    “Sweet. Any side effects?”
    “A…few.”
    “Well, speak up then. What are they?”
    “Sensitivity to sunlight. Taste bud changes. Difficulty seeing oneself in a mirror. Hazy images in photographs. Things like that.”
    “Hmm. Is it a forever thing, then?”
    “Oh no. Age dulls it.”
    “Age? What about immortality?”
    “I have to turn you…all the way for that. Do you want me to?”
    “Seriously? You’re giving me a choice?”
    She went just as sober. Maybe she didn’t want a reawakened heart, because it was sending little darts through her with every beat.
    “What would…you choose?”
    He twisted again, taking her with him, and then he rolled, placing her beneath him. Her ankles locked behind his hips. Her gaze caught. Mesmerized.
    “Why don’t you kiss me again, and we find out?”
    He lowered his head, reached her mouth, and sent her senses spiraling. Winging. Rotating crazily. His kiss evoked wonder. Anticipation. Eagerness. And a minute sting from where her cut opened again. Thirst claimed her. Complete need. Her mouth slid along his chin, grazing her lips on the light stubble from his beard. He matched her motion for motion, grappling with her for the perfect spot: The place where his pulse raised a vein. Reika shoved her fingers through his hair to hold him and then stabbed her fangs into his throat, tightening her grip as he lurched upward, taking her with him.
    And it wasn’t enough.
    His hands quested along the backs of her thighs, molded about her buttocks, shoving the Grecian style gown up, pooling it into a gossamer buffer that separated their abdomens. Fingers touched the sensitive skin of her inner thigh; moved higher - to her juncture. Found her core. Manipulating and caressing and sending her into regions of absolute delight from the vibration of his fingers.
    The sensation crested, leveled off, and then burst; becoming a shower of sparks. And each one carried delight. Reika pulled from his neck and arched, launching the cry of surprise blended with pleasure. Amazement mixed with disbelief. She hadn’t known sensations such as this existed, and were possible to achieve. Liquid warmth pulsed through her,