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  Charlie moaned when she felt him kissing her, paying special attention to the sensitive little bundle of nerves at her center. His tongue played over her clit, light and teasing at first and then, when she didn’t pull back from him, the strokes became firmer as he licked and circled her more deliberately.

  “Oh, God…” Charlie moaned, unable to help herself. She’d never been so hot in her life and she couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of the huge Kindred warrior kneeling between her legs, feasting on her pussy. This was how it should be—how she had dreamed it would be before that awful time with Clay. It felt so good to have his hot mouth on her, to feel him exploring her with his tongue as though he wanted to map her very soul…

  Stavros groaned, the sound muffled by her flesh, and pressed closer. Then, raising his eyes to hers, he began to take long, slow licks of her cunt from bottom to top, as though she was an ice cream cone melting in the sun and he didn’t intend to lose a single bit. The warm, wet drag of his tongue over her clit made her moan and pump her hips helplessly. Then, deliberately still holding her eyes, he dipped the tip of his tongue into the well of her pussy, just barely pressing inside to get her nectar right from the source.

  Charlie moaned in disbelief when she saw him licking up her juices—because that, essentially was what he was doing. He was tasting her—licking and sucking to get all available nectar as though he couldn’t get enough of her. As though he wanted more.

  As if in response to him, her body made even more, her honey welling up from within like an inexhaustible fount.

  The effect on Stavros seemed to be electric. He growled low in his throat and suddenly the big hands that had been resting lightly on her thighs, slid down to grab her ass.

  “Can’t help it, falinda.” His voice was low and hoarse and the bottom half of his face and jaw were wet with her juices. “Need to taste your honey right from the source. Need to put my tongue deep inside you.”

  “I…you…want to what?” She looked at him uncertainly. “But I—”

  “I need to fuck you with my tongue,” he said roughly, his eyes glinting with need. “Gods, I need that so badly, Charlie. I need to feel your juices flowing right from your center…feel you quiver against me as I penetrate you to the core.”

  He was waiting for her permission, Charlie realized. Waiting and barely hanging on to his desire by the thinnest of threads. At any moment that thread might snap and he would take her whether she wanted him to or not. But for this one moment, he was holding on, waiting for her.

  “All…all right,” she whispered at last. “If you really want to—”

  “Don’t just want to—I need to.” His deep voice was a hoarse, hungry growl. Then he wrapped those long, muscular arms around her thighs and split her wide to bare her completely.

  Charlie gasped at the suddenly motion and reached out for something to hold on to. Somehow she found her hands buried in the thick auburn pelt of his hair. And then he pressed his mouth to her pussy and she felt something long and hot thrusting deep inside her channel.

  “Ah!” Charlie arched her back at the sudden penetration. She had never expected to be able to enjoy this act. And she’d even less expected to find a man who would enjoy it. But Stavros was plainly loving every second of it. In fact, he couldn’t get enough of it—of her.

  He thrust in and out of her, pausing to bathe and tease her clit with his tongue until her pussy welled up again, and then pressed deep to penetrate her and taste her honey again. Sparks of pleasure shot through her, making her pussy spasm with need around his invading tongue.

  “Oh, God…” she cried, gripping his hair even harder. “Oh Please, Stav…please, I’m close…so close…”

  Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her wet and naked and alone.

  “Stav? Stavros?” She looked at him uncertainly. “Did you…you don’t want to…”

  “Of course I want to make you come,” he growled, answering her unfinished question. He was panting, his big shoulders heaving with effort. “I want it so damn badly I can hardly stand it. But I didn’t in your dream, remember?”

  Charlie groaned. That damn dream! Of course he hadn’t made her come with his tongue—he’d bitten her. A thrill went through her at the realization. Finally her fantasies would come true!

  “So now you’re going to bite me?” She couldn’t keep the anticipation from her voice. She was already so hot and open and his fangs looked so long and sharp. She had felt them pressing against her while he tongued her pussy but he had never even scratched her with them. What would it feel like to open herself to him completely and have those fangs sinking into her tender skin? What would it feel like to have him drink from her?

  “You don’t sound very upset about it,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “For someone who didn’t want to become my ‘personal pincushion’ at the start of this mission.”

  Charlie bit her lip. “I know what I told you—all the rules we made. We’ve broken most of them already—but we had to.”

  “We had to,” he acknowledged softly. “But I want to, too. Want to bite you, Charlotte and inject my essence.”

  “I…I want it too,” Charlie admitted. She had only made that damn rule in the first place because she feared how much she wanted this. She’d had vampire fantasies since she’d first picked up an Anne Rice book at age twelve. And now…finally they were coming true.

  “Gods, to hear you say that…” Stavros took a deep breath, obviously trying to master himself. The hungry light was back in his eyes and his fangs were longer and sharper than she had ever seen them. He started to lean down towards her thigh but Charlie stopped him with a tap on the shoulder.

  “Wait.”

  “What is it?” He looked up at her uncertainly. “Have you changed your mind?”

  “No, of course not. I…I want you to bite me,” she whispered, knowing the effect it would have on him but unable to help herself. “Want it a hell of a lot. But…I want to see your fangs first. Want to feel them. Can I?”

  “If you like.” Leaning towards her, he parted his lips, showing the long, curving double set of fangs on either side of his mouth where a human’s canine teeth would be.

  Daring greatly, Charlie reached up and traced one of those long, sharp daggers of bone with her fingertip. The big Kindred made her think of every vampire novel she’d ever read and yet, he was more primal somehow than all the white-faced, silent, blood suckers of her fantasies. He was so big—dangerous and desirable at the same time with that wild, hungry look in his eyes. More like a saber tooth tiger than a creature of the night.

  He shivered as she traced his fangs, his big body shuddering with need. Charlie knew he wanted to bite her every bit as much as she wanted to be bitten and the knowledge made her feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

  Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she leaned back once more against the arm of the couch. Spreading her thighs wide, she beckoned to him.

  “C’mon, baby,” she murmured. “Come and bite me—bite me hard. I want you to.”

  With a low growl, Stavros pounced. Wrapping his arms around her legs again, he spread her wide and leaned down to lick her right thigh clean of her juices. Then, just as Charlie thought he was going to strike, he looked at her again.

  “Watch me.” His voice nothing but an animalistic growl but somehow she understood him. “Watch me bite you, Charlie. Watch me make you mine.”

  And then he struck, the long, sharp needles piercing the tender flesh of her inner thigh and driving in deep, penetrating her completely.

  “Ahh!” she gasped. There was an instant of bright, burning pain and then Charlie’s entire body was flooded with pleasure in a way she’d never known before. She cried out, her back arching involuntarily as orgasm after orgasm rushed through her, as overwhelming and unstoppable as the tide coming in.

  “Stavros…Stav!” she gasped, winding her fingers into his hair again. “Oh God, baby…yes please! Bite me—Do it! Do it harder!”