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  “And this?” He licked his lips and then placed a soft, close-mouthed kiss against the tip of her nipple.

  “Oh!” Sophie jumped at the sudden jolt of pleasure the simple action gave her. “That…actually, that feels nice.”

  “I thought my lips would be softer than my fingers,” he said, looking up at her.

  “They are,” Sophie assured him. “They really are. In fact…it feels better than it did before…before you kissed me. Why is that?”

  Sylvan cleared his throat. “Probably because I licked my lips just before I, ah, kissed you. Remember I told you the healing compound wasn’t just in my essence but in all of my, er, other fluids?”

  “Of course.” A light bulb suddenly went off in Sophie’s head. Up until now she’d had no idea how to seduce him other than just getting him close and letting him see her. But now another idea presented itself. “Sylvan,” she said softly, looking up at him. “Do you think…would you mind doing it again? And with…with the other one too? I know I’ll be completely healed once I take the antidote but in the meantime, it really hurts and if you could ease the pain just a tiy bit…”

  He closed his eyes for a moment and she could sense him struggling with himself. He was still deeply in need—his fully extended fangs looked lethal and sharp—but Sophie no longer had any wish to ask him to retract them. In fact, although they were still frightening, the sharp points had begun to look sexy to her. Because the sooner she got him to bite her with them, the sooner they would be bonded together forever.

  “Please,” she whispered, touching his thigh lightly. “If you could just lick…just a little bit…”

  “Of course.” Sylvan opened his eyes and tried to smile but she could see the strain on his face. “But…” He cleared his throat. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to retract my fangs. I’ll be very careful not to bite you but I know in the past you said—”

  “Forget what I said,” Sophie murmured. “I…I’m not afraid of your fangs any more, Sylvan. I’m not afraid of you. And to prove it…here.” Rising up on her knees, she pressed forward so that the tip of one nipple rubbed against his lips. “Go ahead,” she murmured. “Suck me. Take me all the way into your mouth.”

  “Sophia…” her name was a low groan on his lips, almost a prayer. “I don’t think—”

  “It’s all right,” she said softly. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

  Apparently unable to withstand the temptation anymore, Sylvan did as she asked and sucked her nipple between his lips.

  Sophie gasped in pleasure at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her incredibly sensitive peak. Sylvan sucked her nipple gently but she could feel the sharp points of his fangs pressed against the curve of her breast, though he didn’t break the skin. To her surprise, the sharp little pain of his fangs pricking her increased her pleasure rather than dampening it. Tentatively, she ran her hands through his hair, holding him to her. Sylvan growled low in his throat and switched to the other nipple, lapping it tenderly before taking it deep into his mouth.

  “Sylvan,” she whispered, pressing forward, wanting to give him more. “God, that feels so good.” Sparks were flying from her breasts to her pussy, making her hot, making her want him. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, more and more ready…

  Then Sylvan pulled back and looked up at her. “You’re feeling better then?” His breathing was ragged but his eyes were determined.

  Damn! Sophie’s heart sank. He’s only going to do what he has to in order to make me feel better. He’s not going to go any further unless I push him. Well then, she would just have to push.

  “My nipples do feel better,” she admitted breathlessly.

  “Good.” He started to sit back but she touched him lightly on the arm to stop him.

  “But…but Sylvan. Where it really hurts is…you know.” She nodded at the juncture of her thighs and saw with a kind of pleasurable embarrassment that her tharp had ridden up, exposing her pussy again. “I mean, you don’t have to…to do what you did for my breasts,” she added hastily. “But if you could just examine me and make sure everything is all right…”

  Sylvan put a hand over his eyes for a moment and made an agonized sound deep in his throat. “Sophia, forgive me but what you’re asking…it may be difficult for me to be professional.”

  “That’s all right.” She stroked his arm gently. “You know I won’t be offended if you…you know, lose control a little.”

  “But that’s exactly what I can’t afford to do.” He looked at her, his eyes half-wild with need. “I have to be careful with you, Sophia. So careful…”

  “You won’t hurt me,” she assured him again. “I trust you, Sylvan.”

  “You trust me too much. More than I trust myself,” he said grimly. “Very well, let’s take a look and make certain you’re all right. Lean back and spread your legs for me.”

  God, if only he was asking me that for a different reason. Sophie shivered involuntarily but did as he asked. Her tharp parted obligingly, leaving her completely naked and open to him. She bit back a gasp at the sudden feeling of intense vulnerability. Part of her wanted to close her legs and cover up at once but Sophie squashed that instinct immediately. She couldn’t give Sylvan any reason to doubt that she trusted him. So instead of shutting her thighs, she opened them wider as he leaned forward.

  “All right now.” Sylvan’s voice was dry—obviously he was trying desperately to remain impersonal. “Let me check your sensitivity first. Does this hurt?” Lightly he ran a fingertip over her outer pussy lips, making Sophie squeak and jump slightly.

  “Uh, no,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “It…it mainly hurts on the…on the inside.”

  “Very well.” He looked up at her briefly. “I’m going to spread you open, Sophia. Are you ready?”

  It reminded her so much of the first time he’d marked her—tasted her—that her breath caught in her throat and a shiver of anticipation coursed through her body. “Yes,” she whispered at last. “Yes, Sylvan you can open me. I want you to.”

  “And I want to, much more than I should,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

  He stroked her outer mound once more and then she felt the broad pads of his thumbs opening her, parting her pussy lips to bare her inner folds for his inspection. “Well?” she murmured after a long moment of silence. “Do…do I look okay?”

  “You’re certainly very wet.” His deep voice sounded strangled. “And I can tell you’re a little swollen too. Mostly…mostly around your clitoris. Here…” Licking his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss to her throbbing clit.

  Sophie jumped and moaned softly as he prolonged the kiss, parting his lips to lave her little bud with the tip of his tongue. She squeezed her hands into fists at the intense sensation. She was so much more sensitive now that even such a gentle touch made her feel like she’d been struck by some kind of sexual lightning. It felt so good but she needed more…so much more.

  At last Sylvan pulled back, licking his lips. “Gods, your honey is so sweet.” His voice was a low growl of lust. He looked up at her. “Did that help or does it still hurt?”

  Sophie bit her lip. “It helped some but to be honest, I’m still in a lot of pain. Could you…do you think you could…”

  “Ease your pain?” His eyes were burning red and half-lidded with desire but his voice still had that stubborn ring to it, as though he was determined not to go too far.

  “Yes, please,” Sophie whispered. “If…if you don’t mind.”

  His eyes softened. “You know I don’t, Talana. Tasting your pussy is a great pleasure to me. Even if I’m only doing it to make you feel better.” He frowned. “But we’ll have to be careful. Your increased sensitivity will make it easier for you to come and I don’t…don’t think that would be a good idea right now.”

  Because he doesn’t think he could stop himself from biting me, Sophie thought with a little shiver. Fear and anticipation were warring inside her, creating an emoti