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  Finally Corbin released my nipple and I promptly gave him the other one. He sucked it harder than the first, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he could. His eyes, which seemed a little bluer than they had been, were locked with mine as he nursed hard on my tender peak, making me moan and squirm with pleasure.

  “I like this,” he said at last, his deep voice hoarse with lust when I finally pulled away. “I like being helpless under you, darling.”

  “You like being my sex slave?” I taunted him, cupping my breasts and pinching the nipples for his benefit. “You like it when I tease you and you can’t do anything about it?”

  “Yes,” he breathed, his eyes devouring my body. “Gods, you’re beautiful, Addison. So fucking gorgeous—I have missed you so much.”

  “I missed you too,” I murmured and reached down to cup his scratchy cheek. Was it my imagination or did his skin feel a little warmer than it had? “And if you liked the first part, you’re going to love what comes next.”

  Giving him a naughty smile, I moved down the bed until I was cupping the hard ridge of his cock. I rubbed it with a slow, up and down stroke until he groaned. The denim of his jeans was rough under my fingers and I could feel his heat through it. Good, I was glad I was having an effect on him. This wouldn’t have worked otherwise.

  It might not work now, whispered a little voice in my head. Or it might work too well and you’ll end up dead.

  I pushed it away and smiled at Corbin. “How do you like that, Master?”

  “I never said you had to call me that,” he protested with a groan when I rubbed his hard shaft again. “Gods, Addison, you are driving me crazy.”

  “And I’m just getting started.” I winked at him and reached over the bed to rummage around in my overnight bag. I found what I was looking for and came up with a sharp little pair of sewing scissors. It would have been easier to strip him before I chained and cuffed him to the bed, but I hadn’t been certain I could do that and the main thing was to get him tied down. The scissors seemed a practical solution—I was just glad he wasn’t wearing one of his ultra-expensive hand tailored designer suits.

  “This is my favorite shirt,” he protested as I started at the hem of his blue t-shirt and began to snip through the soft cotton.

  “Too bad,” I said ruthlessly. “It has to come off. I want you naked under me, Corbin. Naked and helpless and hot.”

  His eyes flashed, looking bluer all the time. “I thought you were a novice at dirty talk, but you seem to be doing well enough now.”

  “Thank you,” I said primly, putting down the scissors. I was going to use them on his jeans in a minute but first I wanted to admire his top half.

  “Mmm,” he rumbled as I stroked over the hard, muscular planes of his chest. “Rub yourself against me, Addison. Let me feel your naked breasts against my skin.”

  I was happy to comply. I laid myself across him and rubbed, pressing my still bare breasts and tight nipples against his flesh. He seemed warmer all the time, part of me noted. The other part was too busy enjoying the feel of my bare skin against his to worry about anything else.

  Slowly, I made my way down his torso until I was back at his crotch.

  “I hope this isn’t your favorite pair of jeans,” I told him, holding up the scissors. “Because they have to go too.”

  He laughed and I thought he sounded almost like his old self. “I suppose I must make the sacrifice.”

  His words sent a shiver through me—he’d already made one sacrifice when he laid down his life for me. Would the risk I was taking now—the sacrifice of my life plus the agony I was sure to endure if things went wrong—top that? Would it undo the work of the soul eater?

  God, I hoped so.

  “Here goes nothing,” I told him and started snipping.

  The denim was a lot tougher to get through but the scissors were really sharp—probably because I’m not very domestic and hardly ever do any sewing. They made short work of Corbin’s jeans and boxers. Since I had already removed his shoes when I chained his ankles, I now had him completely naked and spread eagle in the middle of the bed.

  His body was a feast for the eyes. Most men, in my opinion, don’t look very good naked. They might look okay with their shirt off, but then you get the pants off and discover they have skinny little chicken legs or no ass to speak of.

  Not Corbin. He was perfect everywhere—all smooth, powerful lines of long, hard muscle. And that included his cock.

  I gripped the long, hard shaft that rose from between his thighs in one hand and stroked him firmly, teasing a pearly droplet of pre-cum to the tip. Then, keeping my eyes locked with his, I leaned down and lapped it off, running my tongue slowly around the flaring crown until he groaned deep in his throat.

  “Gods, Addison!”

  “How does it feel to be the helpless one?” I taunted him, going back for a second taste. He was delicious—salty and warm and satiny smooth against my tongue. His scent was stronger here too and I liked it—that spicy, masculine, ocean-salt fragrance that seemed to invade my senses and speak to something inside me that was purely feminine and totally aroused.

  “I love it,” he admitted in a low, rough voice. “But I would love it even more if you would tease me with your pussy. Come, Addison, let me taste you.”

  His words sent a hot shiver through me. I could feel my pussy getting hot and wet, swollen with need at the way he was looking at me.

  “Is that what you want?” I teased. Sitting up on my knees, I spread my thighs wide and reached into my red lace panties to cup my pussy. Sure enough I could feel the wet heat against my palm. I slipped two fingers inside myself and moaned at the delicious tingling pleasure as I caressed my clit.

  Corbin’s eyes were heavy with lust. “Come here,” he growled. “But take off the damn panties first. Or else I will bite them off.”

  “Like you did when you ‘healed’ me?” I asked, slowly, so slowly, slipping the panties down my hips.

  “Exactly.” His eyes were heavy-lidded with lust as I revealed my pussy.

  “Admit it, Corbin—you weren’t worried about healing me. You just wanted to taste me,” I accused him as I finished sliding off the panties and dropped them over the side of the bed.

  “I was worried I might have hurt you,” he protested as I straddled him and moved slowly up his body. “But I admit I wanted to lick your sweet little cunt too. Wanted to see if you tasted as good as you smelled.”

  “You like the way I smell?” I asked, remembering that I had just been thinking the same thing about him. “Really? I mean, because I don’t use any perfume.”

  “Just the scent of your skin and hair is enough to make me hard,” he growled. “And the warm, feminine scent of your pussy…” He licked his lips and his eyes gleamed. “It drives me insane, darling. You don’t know how hard it was to let you go that night. After I tasted you, I wanted so much to fuck you.”

  “Well, you get to do both this time,” I promised him as I got in position with my knees on either side of his head. “Is this the way you like it?”

  “Come down for me,” he commanded. “I wish my hands were free so I could tease your breasts while I eat you.”

  The thought made me shiver with desire but there was no way I was uncuffing him. This was barely safe as it was. Even with the silver chains and handcuffs draining his strength and the damn stake eating his soul, he was still a very powerful vampire.

  “I’m afraid it’s hands off tonight,” I said lightly, running my fingers through his hair. “But just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, Corbin—I swear.”

  “Right now all I want is to taste your sweet pussy,” he growled. “Come down to me, Addison, stop teasing me and come. I want you to ride my tongue.”

  I lowered myself as he asked, shivering as I felt his hot breath against my pussy. I was so hot and needy right now I could feel my swollen outer lips spreading on their own, opening for Corbin to give him access to my slick, sensitive in