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  “See?” I said at last, when I couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m fine.”

  “Actually, you are not.” He sounded regretful—maybe even upset. “I have marked you, Addison and for that I must ask your forgiveness.”

  “It’s all right,” I said uneasily. “Just…let me go home and we’ll call it even.”

  “I cannot even consider letting you go home like this. I must heal you.”

  “No, you don’t have to. Really, you don—”

  The words died on my lips when I felt a soft, hot kiss pressed to the stinging skin of the tender undercurve of my right buttock.

  “Corbin?” I whispered. I was almost unable to speak at all, I was feeling so short of breath. “Corbin, please don’t.”

  “Why not?” He kissed me again, this time in a different spot. “Why should I not heal you?” His voice had dropped to a soft, sensual growl I could feel vibrating through my entire body as he continued to kiss me.

  “Be-because,” I stuttered, trying to think of a good reason. But my brain seemed to have taken a vacation and left my body in charge. I could feel the warm, sexual tingling that always seemed to accompany his healing touch circulating through me. But this time he was healing a much more intimate area and I couldn’t help reacting to him.

  “I never meant to hurt you,” Corbin murmured as he continued the slow, soft, hot kisses that were driving me crazy. “Never meant to mark your delicate body—you have to believe that, Addison.”

  “I…I believe it,” I assured him, shifting uneasily. God, was this ever going to end? Earlier when he had kissed my thigh and panties before biting me I had thought I might melt with lust. Now I knew I was going to. I could feel my pussy getting embarrassingly wet again and my nipples felt tight and sensitive.

  Finally, when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, Corbin stopped.

  “Very good,” he murmured and I bit my lip as he stroked my ass gently with one large, warm hand as though admiring his handiwork. “For the outside, at least.”

  My heart started jack-hammering in my chest. “What do you mean…the outside?” I asked.

  “Exactly what I said—the outside of your buttocks are healed. “Now I need to look at the inside—your inner thighs. Get up on your hands and knees for me.”

  “You didn’t hit me there,” I protested. “I feel fine now—better than fine. You should just let me go home.”

  “Not until I’m sure every bit of you is healed.” He sounded like he was frowning. “Now are you going to get on your hands and knees for me, Addison, or do I have to put you into the position myself?”

  “Corbin—” I started to protest but he was already moving me, pulling me up onto my hands and knees, getting me into position like a life-sized doll. Only dolls don’t swear at you.

  “Such language,” he said mildly when I let loose. “Come now, Addison, there’s no need to be so upset. This won’t take long.”

  I hoped he was right. I was in the position he wanted but I made sure to keep my thighs together as I waited for him to look at me. I was ashamed to admit that I didn’t want him to see how his healing had affected me. Didn’t want him to know that I was wet and hot and achy for him. But Corbin clearly had other ideas. His big, warm hands stroked over my bare ass and down the backs of my thighs.

  “Open for me,” he murmured.

  “No.” I kept my legs stubbornly closed.

  “Addison…” There was a warning note in his deep voice. “I will not let you go home until I see all of you. Open for me now.”

  “And if I do…you’ll let me go home?” I wished my voice wasn’t quite so breathy.

  “As soon as I heal you, yes.” His hand stroked over my sensitive skin again. “Come, darling, you know I won’t hurt you.”

  “Fine. But I don’t…don’t need any healing.” Finally I parted my thighs though I was biting my lip with embarrassment as I did so.

  “I will be the judge of that,” Corbin murmured. Then I felt him lean closer to me again, felt his breath warm and intimate against my exposed pussy. I waited for him to touch me some more or to say something but he was silent.

  “Corbin?” I asked at last. “I’m, uh, feeling kind of exposed here. Can I please just go?”

  “Not until I heal you. Here…and here.” I felt his long fingers brush over my outer pussy lips and had to bite back a moan.

  “No, ab-absolutely not.” I said, stumbling over the words. “I can’t let you, um, kiss me there.”

  “Of course you can. But I think it will be easier to reach you if you’re on your back.”

  Before I could protest, he had flipped me over again and pulled me to the edge of the bed so that my calves were hanging over the side.

  “Corbin!” I exclaimed, but he was already kneeling between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me wide. “Stop this—I’m not hurt there!”

  “Yes, you are. Look.” One long finger traced my outer pussy lips again, which did look a little puffy and red. Could his hand have landed there while I was struggling? Even if it did, this is not a good place to let him put his mouth.

  I looked at Corbin. His fangs were out but there was also a look of contrition in his eyes.

  “So soft and sweet,” he murmured, nuzzling his slightly scratchy cheek against my inner thigh. “So delicate. I have to heal you, Addison. Please.”

  “Well…” I bit my lip. “All right but just…just heal me and then let me go.”

  “We shall see.” Leaning forward, he placed a hot, open mouthed kiss on the right side of my pussy. I clenched my hands in the green and gold bedspread and tried not to jump as the sexual tingle of his healing magic went to work on me. Corbin kissed the left side too, taking his time, being extremely thorough. Then he went back to the right side and then the left…

  “Corbin…” I muttered through clenched teeth. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. My pussy felt hot and wet and swollen and my clit was throbbing with need, yet he was only kissing my outer lips. God, I was going crazy.

  At last he looked up and this time the remorse in his eyes had been replaced by lust.

  “You’re very wet, Addison,” he murmured, spreading my pussy with his thumbs. The motion exposed my slippery folds, my pink inner pussy glistening with my juices as though to illustrate his point.

  “Don’t,” I whispered. “I…I can’t help it.”

  “I can’t help it either.” His eyes glowed almost silver in the dim light. “I need to taste you.”

  My breath caught in my throat. “You don’t mean my blood, do you?”

  “You know I don't. I need to taste your pussy. Need to lick your sweet little cunt until you come for me.”

  I was torn between lust and fear. It wasn’t that I’d never had a man go down on me before—it had been one of the favorite activities of the guy I’d been sure I was going to marry in grad school. He wasn’t very good at it, or else, maybe I just wasn’t that into it, but that was beside the point. To let a vampire do it—that was skirting dangerously close to pretty scary territory. Letting Corbin kiss me and heal me was all well and good. Taking things a step further was something else—especially if something happened to trigger his bloodlust as he was tasting me. If Corbin’s control snapped, I was dead meat. I had seen the gory results of vampire/human sex that had started with much less erotic scenarios than the one we were currently enacting, at least to hear witnesses tell it.

  Vamps were able to control themselves through the most elaborate glam-sex fantasy and, as long as the sex was purely mental, there was no problem. But once you got the other senses involved—especially scent and taste—things were likely to go south in a hurry. Fuck-lust and bloodlust is a lethal combination—lethal for the human involved, anyway. What Corbin was asking me was tantamount to sticking my hand—or some other very sensitive part of my anatomy—into a lion’s mouth and hoping the lion would rather lick than bite.

  Besides, hadn’t I already sworn to myself in this very r