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She cursed and the sound shot straight to his groin. He
wanted to unravel her bit by bit until she stopped doubting herself and
embraced her passions. Until she cured his bloodlust with her sensuality.

He sank to the hilt into her until his balls slapped against
her ass.

Hell, he could feel the butt-plug he’d left in her,
separated by a thin sheath, as he pulled out and surged in again. Her blood
called to him.

He pushed upward, balancing on his hands, trying to delay
the inevitable for a few measly seconds, to enjoy the feel of her tight wet
heat. The friction of her muscles against his cock devastated him, consumed
him, until he understood the adage of not knowing where he ended and where she
began. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and he bent down to suckle a plump
nipple into his mouth.

“Gregory!”

Her cry of pleasure broke his restraint. His cock surged
into her one final time. His fangs pierced the soft skin of her breast, and
with it, the world around him convulsed into a pinprick of searing heat and
light.

Her pussy became tighter, clamping down on him at the same
instant her blood washed over his lips, burning her scent, her taste into his
brain for all eternity. The ache in his balls intensified as he merged with her
in the most basic way—his seed launched into her, making her his. His orgasm
exploded behind his closed eyelids. He flexed into her, seeking warmth again
and again, until he was spent with pleasure and more than satiated.

He tried to slow his breathing and his frenzied sucking. She
still shuddered beneath him, caught in the throes of the intense passion,
multiplied by the blood he took from her. His beast purred in satisfaction as
he unlatched himself from her breast, laving his tongue to heal her skin.

She whimpered, clutched his shoulders and pulled him closer,
not willing to let go. Her drenched folds seconded her actions as he gave a
hoarse chuckle against her racing heart.

His harsh pants in sync with hers, he moved over her lips
for a kiss that tilted his earth. She gave a soft cry and snaked her arms
around him.

“Easy, Lena. I’m right here.”

A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies as she opened her
glazed, lust-filled eyes and he drowned in her violet stare.

“I’m so glad you’re alive, Gregory.”

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and his gut clenched at
the raw emotion he read in them. Relief and a whole lot of love, plus a
yearning that matched his centuries long one. In her arms, still nestled within
the scorching confines of her body, he did feel alive. As if a vital part of
him had indeed gotten life. His heart.

“I’m glad too, love.”

Even as his words left his lips, the dark monster inside his
mind rose again, demanding more. With her soft and yielding underneath him, he
didn’t even want to restrict himself.

Chapter Eight

Elena hugged him close, never wanting to let go of the
perfection of the moment. Of joining with him, of connecting with someone
immune to her voice.

His cock hardened inside her and he balanced himself on his
knees, readying to start round two.

“So soon?” she whispered, unsure if she was shocked or
aroused by his stamina.

His gaze flew to hers and a smile adorned his lips. “Do you
need a break?”

Of course not. Did he? “How about—”

He pulled out, hovered on the edge. The head of his cock
pressed on her clit, making her forget her question.

“You’re so fucking good that I’m unable to prevent my
hunger.”

He slid an inch into her and she wanted more. “Then don’t.”

“For once I want to give you pleasure.” He grimaced and the
dark glint in his eyes cleared. “Not take like a ruthless beast.”

His concern warmed her heart. “You aren’t.” She gasped when
he slid another inch into her, and her fingers curled on his shoulders. “You’re
giving me so much pleasure that I’m unable to hold on to a sane thought.”

“That’s something I’d love to explore more. Care to show me
how mindless I’m making you?”

He drew back and smiled. The simple action transformed his
face from handsome to devastating. She could imagine waking up beside him or
getting used to his light banter and teasing ways. Shushing her burgeoning
hopes, she reminded herself to take it one moment at a time.

He slid a hand between their bodies, sliding his thumb until
he hit her clit. The resultant electric jolt made her cry out. Not pausing, he
moved farther down, easing the butt-plug out of her and then lay back on the
bed, grinning, as if to say,
I’m all yours
.

She clambered on top of him, positioning herself above his
cock. The emotions she couldn’t give voice to, she could show. A light jerk of her
hips and his head rubbed against her sensitized folds, wringing out a moan from
her throat. Sensations spiraled from their point of contact, robbing her of her
breath until she whimpered with the effort to hold herself from crashing down
on his hard length.

“Yes. I need to be inside you too. I want to feel your pussy
clamping down on my cock, milking me as I fuck you.”

With his gruff words, he pulled her down onto him, his cock
slamming into her, filling her emptiness with a single stroke.

He held himself still, as if to stave off from coming, and
her erratic breathing matched the rough tempo of his heartbeat.

A second passed? An eternity?

He rocked his hips, giving tiny movements, causing her to
ripple around him. His thumb sought her clit, the relentless pressure causing
her to jerk uncontrollably on him.

“You’re so hot. I love seeing you spread on top of me like
this, with your hair cascading over your breasts and your hard clit pulsing
against my fingers.”

His words added fuel to the fire ravaging her blood. She
moved then, lifting herself up and coming down on him. For a second, he held
himself rigid and seemed startled and she worried he might stop her. But she
didn’t pause, didn’t even give him a chance to protest as she rode him again
and again.

“I must spank you or use the paddle you asked for. But fuck.
You’re so good.”

He gave in with a groan, matching her thrust for thrust.
Need spiraled upward, fevered anticipation racing in her veins. His biceps
bulged with obvious effort as he held back, the sinews roped in his arms as he
struggled under her. She shivered and gave in to the sensations coursing within
her. Her blood thrummed, wanting him to taste her. His hands moved over her
breasts, cupping, kneading until her nipples stood to rosy attention.

“You’re going to make me come.”

His tight words crashed the remaining defenses around her.
It felt more than good to give up control and enjoy the sex. Incredible. She
wondered how she’d convinced herself otherwise. Gregory managed to unlock her
deepest fantasies and she didn’t think she wanted to let him go anytime soon.
Would he stay with her? Could they hope to have something together?

Tears pricked her eyes, even as his body filled her, and she
allowed him into her mind and her lonely heart. She gave her all to the moment,
pushing him to his limits and reveling in it. His eyes glinted, but she didn’t
stop and was rewarded with a deep growl of appreciation.

“Yes, pump me ’til I lose myself. Yes! I want you to join
me.”

With each word, he flexed his hips, pounding into her, until
she lost count of the jolts of pleasure tumbling within her.

Sweat trickled down her breasts, and he tasted her, sucking
her nipples as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Her inner muscles tensed
signaling another orgasm.

He pulled her closer, his breath hot on her neck as his
fangs scraped at the sensitive flesh.

She moaned when she felt him expanding inside her, pushing
her into ageless bliss.

“Gregory!”

The shout ripped from her and she detonated with the force
of her orgasm. Her blood roared as his fangs pierced her skin and she trembled
in the climax that shredded her apart with pleasure. With his first suck, she
was hurtled into the realm where only light remained. Breathing suspended, as
did reality.

The incessant burning between her legs intruded along with
the need to breathe.

“Come back to me.”

His voice caressed her, making her gulp in precious lungfuls
of air.

“Yes. Just like that,” he encouraged.

She panted against his lips, boneless. His hands clutched
her hair, soothing her while his heart thundered under her fingertips.

He gathered her close. Her heart melted a little more at the
strong vampire who’d barged his way into her heart and then she knew no more as
weariness claimed her.

Elena’s eyelids fluttered closed and her arms around him
went slack.

Greg cursed and withdrew from her, his cock still twitching
from the rocking climax. He pulled the quilt over her enticing, naked body and
reached for his slacks. She slept on, unaware, not knowing how close he’d come
to losing control. Losing himself to the monster instead of being grounded by
her.

His blood pounded even harder and a red haze filled his
vision.

What if something had happened to her? What if he hadn’t had
the discipline to stop?

The thought of her in any kind of danger ate into him. And
if he were the cause of it, the guilt might just kill him. She’d unraveled him
to the point of insanity, but that wasn’t an excuse for what he’d done. He
tried to calm himself, to view the situation objectively. No freaking way.

How the hell could he have lost control? Hadn’t he always
kept his hunger under wraps until the essential need to feed burst forth? He’d
not only fed from her twice, but the second time he’d taken more than he’d
intended.

Why didn’t he stop earlier? Everything had seemed so simple.
He’d reveled in the give and take of mutual pleasure until the dark needs
consumed his mind. He hadn’t even tried resisting the takeover. And that made
his insides shiver with conflicting emotions—fear for her and disgust on himself.

He needed to get out and should probably never come back.
The thought of parting from her made his heart ache. He needed her like he’d
never needed anyone in his life. She fulfilled him in all ways—emotionally,
intellectually and physically.

But that didn’t mean his beast wouldn’t surface again. Why
didn’t the bloodlust subside? Shouldn’t sleeping with her free his mind from
darkness?

He’d hoped she would be the one to tame him as she’d
unleashed him. He was worse than a fool for allowing his hopes to affect his
emotions.

He strode back to her living room—the one that had clued him
to the different sides of her personality. The contrast mocked him now,
dangerous instead of pleasant. He owed Leon for providing him with everything
he needed to know about her. Since he’d believed, prayed that she might be the
one for him…

Dammit!

Shaking his head, he made the agonizing decision. He’d wait
until she woke up and then excuse himself, instead of slinking away while she
lay unconscious in the other room.

He flipped the light switch and settled himself on the couch
for a long wait. The clock ticked as his stomach roiled. Patience had been his
strong suit. Until he’d met her, that is. Now even a few seconds tested his
resolve. He wanted to check on her and maybe shake her awake? His cock more
than agreed with the idea.

Control yourself, dammit!

A tapestry caught his eye and he sprang to his feet,
striding to the far end of the room. He peered at the colorful cloth, trying to
place the scene she’d probably woven into it. He didn’t know a damn thing about
fine arts, but he couldn’t help but admire her piece of work.

“I worked on it during the war.”

He stilled on hearing her voice, almost afraid to turn
around. Was she all right? Would he see censure in her amethyst gaze?

Afraid of trusting his voice, he gave a terse nod.

“There were so many families, torn apart, ravaged by the
battle. I did what I could. Knitted them clothes, made quilts and ensured I
kept a piece of the past with me always.”

He swiveled toward her then, his eyes eating her up, from
her pale face to the determined line of her jaw. She wore a T-shirt that barely
covered the reddish-brown curls between her thighs. His cock swelled against
all his good intentions, even as he held her gaze.

She was beautiful—both inside and out—in addition to being
honest and everything he might ever want in his woman. He’d tried to have his
chance with her and failed. Whatever reasons he’d intended telling her seemed
inane platitudes. All he wanted was to hold her tight and never let go.

The question in her eyes made him want to beg her
forgiveness, worship her the way she deserved. How could he when he could take
her life any moment in the grip of his madness?

Throat dry, he tried to get past the big boulder blocking
his windpipe and failed. Concentrating on taking the next breath took all his
effort. The darkness in his mind spread until the black crowded on his vision,
reeling him into a vortex of churning sensations where only need and lust
ruled. His cock hardened and his fangs lengthened as a growl escaped his
throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, pushed back on the
thing
overtaking
his senses with all he had and opened them again.

Elena’s rich scent and the subtle aroma of her arousal hit
him square, urging him to bend her over, fuck her senseless.
No!

He picked up his shirt, not meeting her eyes. Probably when
push came to shove, he was nothing but a coward. His hands trembled as he
buttoned up. He’d rather be a coward and allow her to live since he wasn’t
brave enough to lose the one female who held his heart.

Turning around and walking away without a word seemed the
hardest thing he’d ever done to date, until he stood outside on her porch in
the charged night air.

Gray clouds hung low on the horizon, the roiling, seething
mass in perfect tune to his mood. The intermittent flashes of lightning didn’t
throw any light on the situation at hand. He stumbled to his car, yanked the
door open and got inside. The darkness raged inside him, as furious as a caged
beast. The unleashed part of him wanted blood, sex and wanted them right now.
Every instant he denied himself, a part of him crumpled inside, as if dying.

Wouldn’t that be wonderful? He’d die rather than have her
blood on his hands, on his conscience. A snarl of frustration tore from his
throat as he realized he’d probably never see her again or hear her voice.

As if on cue, his cell phone rang. He didn’t have to glance
at the caller ID to know it was Elena. The ringtone was hers.

For all his smartass reasoning, he wasn’t selfless enough to
miss hearing her again.
One last time.

He flipped the phone open and pressed it close to his ear.
“Yes?”

“Haul your mighty fine ass back in here.”

He lost himself in her voice, in the anger coming across
loud and clear. She was a fighter, his Elena. And she could never be his.

“No.”
You deserve better than me.

“You owe me an explanation, Gregory. Make me understand
before you go.”

She disconnected and he stared at the mute device, torn
beyond words.

Throughout his life he’d watched loneliness eat away at the
immortals and provided an out in the only way he’d known. The nocturnal
helpline helped them regain a foothold on life, in addition to directing them
to paranormal haunts. He survived on blood, fed on the high of his work, using
his near-death experience as his motivation. Not wanting anything else.

Never had he imagined he’d find someone whom he cared for
more than anything else. Sure, he’d pushed her limits, but what would it take
to reach his? From the way his control slipped, apparently not much.

Though she’d feared hurting him—he almost wanted to laugh
aloud at that now—she’d let go of her fears at his coaxing. Belief and trust in
him opened her up. She’d submitted to his urges, to his dark desires, and what
the fuck had he done? Almost brought her to death’s doorstep. That was what.

He still owed her an explanation and she’d get one. He
wasn’t intending to spare her any gory details. Maybe after that, she’d let him
walk away for good.