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  “We never have truly made love, I suppose.” Corbin sounded thoughtful. “I have fucked you when Roderick demanded it and you did the same to me last night when you tied me down before I lost control and…”

  “Before you claimed me,” I finished for him. “Before you made me completely yours. But you’re right, we’ve never really ‘made love’. Not the way you mean.”

  Corbin stroked my cheek. “Then I will make love to you now, darling. Slowly and tenderly. But you must promise to tell me if I am hurting you.”

  “I promise,” I said breathlessly. “But don’t make me wait any more. I need you.”

  “Gods, Addison,” he growled. “I need you too…so much. But I don’t want to hurt you. Come here and straddle me again.”

  He took off his clothes and sat at the head of the bed before holding out his arms to me. I went to him and did as he asked, straddling his narrow hips as I had done earlier. I could feel the heat of his shaft, its broad head just brushing against my bare pussy lips.

  “Now,” Corbin murmured, looking into my eyes. “Put me inside you, Addison.”

  I reached between us and grasped the thick, hot shaft of his cock. Taking a moment, I rubbed it over my inner folds, gasping at the heated contact with my clit, before I finally slipped it down and found my entrance.

  Corbin gave a low curse, his voice thick with lust, as the broad head pressed inside me. “Gods, you’re tight.”

  “You’re just big,” I pointed out, rather breathlessly. “And so thick.”

  “Take me slowly, then,” he murmured. “As slowly as you need to, darling.”

  “I will,” I whispered. Slowly, as he had requested, I lowered myself down, moaning softly as his thick shaft filled me completely. It felt so good—so right and I knew it was exactly what I needed. “Corbin,” I said, looking into his eyes. “Now. I need it now.”

  “My pleasure, darling,” he growled softly. “But as I said, we are going to take it slow.”

  And he did take it slow, incredibly, amazingly slow. Looking into my eyes, he pulled almost all the way out and then sank back into me, filling me to the hilt again…and again and again and again. With every deep, slow thrust I felt the head of his cock kiss the mouth of my womb and his pelvic bone pressing hard against my swollen clit. It was exquisite torture. My pleasure began to build once more and this time I knew nothing would hold it back.

  “Corbin,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Close, I’m so close…”

  “Come for me then,” he murmured, still thrusting. “Come for me while I make love to you, darling.”

  “But…but won’t you come too?” I gasped as he pulled out of me again and pressed up into me.

  Corbin shook his head, his eyes glinting. “Not yet. Not for a long, long time. I told you we were taking it slow, didn’t I?”

  “Not that slow though,” I protested. “Not…oh, oh!” Just then my pleasure peaked and I could feel myself contracting all around him, squeezing his shaft as though my body was begging for him to fill me.

  But Corbin didn’t come…he just held still inside me, pressing deep and hard, giving me what I needed until I was ready to go on.

  “So beautiful when you come, darling,” he murmured hoarsely. “And I love the feel of you all around me, milking me so hard.”

  “Corbin,” I begged. “Come with me—come in me. I want to feel you filling me up.”

  “Not yet,” he growled softly and began to move again.

  * * * * *

  I don’t know how long it lasted but I was completely worn out by the time we were done. I had lost count of the orgasms Corbin gave me—by the end I was so exhausted I could barely stay upright in his lap.

  When he finally allowed himself to come, we cuddled in bed with my head on his chest and I sighed contentedly.

  “That was amazing.”

  “It was,” Corbin agreed, kissing the top of my head. “Are you happy, darling?”

  “Very.” I sighed. “It’s funny, I never would have thought I could be happy with a vampire.”

  “We are an irritating bunch,” Corbin agreed with a hint of laughter in his deep voice. “Still, I hope over the next few centuries you can learn to put up with me.”

  “Centuries…” I sighed and shook my head. “It’s too much to take in right now.”

  “Then don’t try. Simply sleep,” he urged. “Sleep in my arms as I wanted you to the first night I brought you here.”

  “I want to.” I yawned. “But…I’m worried.”

  “About Taylor?” he asked. “I told you, she will be fine.”

  “It’s easy for you to say.” I sighed. “After what that bastard Roderick put her through, I don’t think she’ll ever be fine again.” I looked up at him. “Corbin, do you think paying the Crimson Debt—having someone else pay it for her or to her or whatever—would heal her trauma?”

  He shook his head. “I do not know. It is said to heal all ills—physical, emotional, and spiritual. But I believe that physical ailments are what most who pay the Debt seek to treat. Taylor’s wounds are deep—much deeper than any surface trauma.”

  “I know.” I pressed my face against his side and yawned. Sleep was overtaking me and I could barely talk I was so tired. “I just…just want her to be happy,” I said with another yawn. “I wish she could get her life back and…and be as happy as we are.”

  Corbin answered something but I didn’t catch it. As I drifted off in his arms, my last thoughts were of how happy I was and how much I wished the same for Taylor. Before sleep claimed me completely, I sent a prayer to whoever might be listening that my friend would find the road to her own happiness.

  The End

  Author's Note:

  I hope you've enjoyed the first book in my new Born to Darkness series. As you can see, there is a lot more ground to cover here. Taylor desperately needs her own book which I am writing right now.. Read on for the first chapter of Scarlet Heat, the second book in the Born to Darkness series, coming in Summer of 2013. And after that, there's an excerpt of Brides of the Kindred book 8, Shadowed, also coming later this year.

  Happy reading!

  Evangeline

  Scarlet Heat

  coming Summer 2013

  Chapter One

  Sitting beside my new husband in his rugged black pick-up truck, bouncing along down a bumpy unpaved road toward the huge werewolf’s land, I couldn’t help noticing how angry he seemed. His eyes glowed a steady animalistic gold in the deepening twilight and his scent, wild and musky and somehow entirely masculine, filled the cab of the truck.

  I was frightened of him—scared to death to be honest. I didn’t want to be this close to any male—especially not one who was angry at having me thrust onto him like a bloodsucking burden he couldn’t get rid of for the next three months. The way he’d looked at me when Corbin had informed him that he was expected to let me drink his blood was nothing less than completely disgusted.

  He hates me, I thought miserably. We don’t even know each other and he already hates me. God, I wish I didn’t need him. I wish I wasn’t so thirsty. His warm, animal scent was doing things to me, making my already dry throat feel like sandpaper. Giving me those strange feelings I’d been fighting almost from the moment I’d first drunk his blood from the Chalice of Union during our brief and perfunctory wedding ceremony.

  I squeezed my thighs together tightly and tried to ignore both my growing thirst and the frightening feelings stirring inside me.

  Overhead, the full moon was rising, shedding pure silver light over my pale, white hands. I noticed they were trembling and folded them quickly in my lap. My stomach felt like it was gnawing a hole in itself and I was faint and dizzy. It had been well over a week since I’d last had any blood but so far Victor hadn’t offered me any. In fact, he’d done nothing but growl at me to get in the truck and those were the last words he had spoken. We had been riding for forty-five minutes in complete silence.

  Maybe if I ge