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  “Of course not, Master,” I whisper breathlessly.

  “Good.” Gently but firmly, he slides two long fingers deep into my heated pussy and begins to fingerfuck me in a slow, steady rhythm. “Now come for me, Emma,” he commands in that low, forceful voice. “Come for me and let me feel your sweet pussy squeezing my fingers.”

  Oh Goddess, I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to! He’s fucking me harder now, pressing deep inside me, hitting the mouth of my womb with every thrust. And all the time his eyes hold mine with a burning intensity that makes me feel like I can’t look away.

  My orgasm hits me in a rush so powerful I feel faint. “Aiden,” I gasp. “Master…oh!” I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers, feel my hips thrusting to meet his rhythm as I lose myself completely in the pleasure of the moment.

  “Good girl, Emma,” he whispers fiercely, his eyes half-lidded and burning with lust. “Come for me, darling. Come hard. God, I wish I had my cock inside you instead of my fingers.”

  The thought of that long, hard ridge of flesh I can feel under my ass sliding deep inside me, fucking me, makes my body tremble with longing. Goddess, his fingers feel so good but I need more. So much more…

  “I can’t give you what you want, not tonight,” Aiden says and I realize I’ve been speaking my thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry, darling, but you’re just not ready.”

  “You are, though.” I wiggle on top of him, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “Let me make you come, Master,” I beg, for the second time that night. “I don’t have to use my mouth if you don’t want me to. I can just…rub against you some. Please?”

  I don’t know why I want this so much but I do—Goddess, I really do. And I can sense that Aiden wants it too—of course, it wouldn’t take a psychic to feel the huge lump of his cock growing in those tight jeans he has on.

  “Very well,” he growls at last. “When the time draws closer, we’ll have to conserve our sexual longing. But we still have days before the event.”

  I have no idea what he means by this but the sight of his long, thick cock making its second appearance of the night drives it completely out of my mind.

  “Now then,” Aiden growls, pulling me closer. “Ride me, my little witch. Slide that hot little pussy against my cock until I coat your belly with my cum.”

  I am more than eager to comply. Pressing close to him, I spread my cunt lips and enfold his thick shaft in my creamy pussy. We both moan at the intimate contact and I gasp as I feel his heated shaft glide over my throbbing clit. I’m still so sensitive from coming that I feel almost raw—the sensation of his hot, silky skin against mine is almost too much, too intense. And yet, I want more of it—so much more.

  Aiden guides me, his big hands bracketing my hips as he pulls me against him. But I’m not content to let him control things completely. Reaching between us, I press his cock deeper into my folds and work my hips against him, coating him thoroughly with my slippery honey.

  I’ve never touched a man like this before, never gone so far, and I want to go farther—want to go all the way. The sensation of his heated flesh rubbing against mine is delicious and with each long up and down stroke the broad head of his cock bumps over my clit and rests just for a moment at the entrance to my pussy before thrusting up again toward my belly.

  I begin to have a very vivid fantasy. I want to wait for a down-stroke when the head of his cock is lodged at my wet opening. Then I’ll rise up on my knees and thrust my hips forward. That way when he slides upward again, he’ll slide into me rather than against me.

  I can almost see it happening, can almost feel his thickness breaching my entrance and filling my pussy. The temptation to put my plan in action is almost too great to be denied. I’m just about to do it…when I look into Aiden’s eyes again and realize he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

  “No, darling,” he says, his voice stern despite almost being hoarse with lust. “I’d hurt you and that’s the last thing I want to do. You’re not ready yet—tonight I’m just going to come on your belly.” He grips my hips more tightly and pulls me against him. “And you’re going to come with me.”

  I’m already hot and on the edge. The way he pulls me to him and the short, hard, masterful thrusts that rub the broad shaft of his cock almost roughly against my throbbing clit push me over again. I cry out his name and grip his broad shoulders tightly as I feel myself clenching again, my whole body going tense with orgasm.

  Aiden lets out a low groan and then I feel something new—something hot and wet is jetting from his cock in hard, short spurts and coating my belly, just as he promised.

  Curious and still hazy with lust, I look down to see his cock spurting between us. He’s still pressed between my pussy lips and I can feel each jet of cum traveling up his thick shaft before it wets my belly.

  I can’t help staring in awe—Goddess, he’s right, he does come a lot. Now I’m really glad he didn’t ask me to suck and swallow all that. My whole lower abdomen is wet with his essence and I can feel the creamy stuff slipping down between my pussy lips too, into my unprotected pussy.

  It’s this last thought that makes me pull back, just as he finishes coming. I’m not protected, I remind myself. Not on any kind of birth control at all. Oh Goddess…

  “You can go clean up, if you like,” Aiden says quietly and I realize he’s been reading my face again—or maybe my thoughts. I’m still not convinced he can’t do that. “But blow out the candles first.”

  “Candles?” I look at him uncertainly. “What are you talking about?”

  He gives me an amused look. “Behind you, darling. The candles you lit when you came.”

  I jerk my head around and stare at the twin candle flames burning brightly in the silver candlesticks on the far edge of his desk. Can it really be? Did I really light them?

  “But I can’t…I don’t…I’m a dud,” I get out at last.

  Aiden frowns. “No, you’re not—you’re one of the most powerful witches I’ve met in years. But you’re blocked. Something is holding your magic in but just now, when you let yourself go with me, some of it leaked out.” He shrugs as though it’s no big deal. “That’s all.”

  “I…but I…” I can’t get over it. After years of trying and crying and swearing and hoping and finally giving up and accepting I have no power…this is just too much to take in. “Are you sure it was me?” I say at last.

  “Positive.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m a vampire, remember? It’s impossible for me to have any magical talent—it would be at odds with my very nature.”

  “But…but you can go out in daylight. And eat. And—”

  “Those abilities were bought for me at a price.” He looks away. “For a very great price.”

  For a price? What price? “Who bought them for you?” I ask, though the closed look on his face warns me to stop. “Was it whoever owned that copy of Farrow’s?” I nod at the spell book that lies abandoned on the wooden chair across from his desk.

  Aiden doesn’t answer. “I assure you, Emma,” he says, pushing me gently but firmly off his lap. “I have no magical abilities of my own. It was you who lit the candles. And you are the one who must blow them out.”

  I’m surprised that he knows whoever called the candle flame must be the one to extinguish it. It’s important to the circular nature of magic but that’s not something a vampire would be aware of. Unless he’s had dealings—intimate dealings—with witches before. I want to ask him more about the spell book and the witch who owned it but he’s clearly not going to answer. He’s simply waiting patiently for me to blow out the candles so he can go get cleaned up and changed.

  I’m pretty sticky myself so I decide that this particular conversation will have to wait until later. Much later if Aiden’s reticence to talk about his past is any indication.

  Leaning over the desk, I puff gently on the twin candle flames and watch them wink out of existence. I still don’t know how I lit them or if I’ll ever be able to