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him.
    David‘s blue eyes met mine. ―Take off your clothes.‖

    The sensation rushed over me, nearly orgasmic in its relief. The need to undress surged, and my hands worked at the laces of the bodice quickly, stripping out of the layers. First the tiny bodice and apron, then the skirt dropped to the ground. Next, the hated, hated fishnet and the platform shoes, until I stood before David naked. God, it felt so good. My hands ran over my skin with delight. ―Thank you so much. I‘d been in that thing for days–‖

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    can command me to wear something new when you wake up,‖ I said. ―I‘d kind of like to remain undressed for a while. It feels good against my skin.‖

    ―Of course.‖ His voice was all solicitous politeness. ―I have one more request. Stay in this room with me while I sleep.‖

    The nudge of the command pressed on my mind, and I glanced back at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyelids were heavy in the way of an immortal about to go into day-sleep.
    Or night-sleep, I amended. There was no noise from the living room, so I assumed Noah had headed off to his as well.

    I felt a twinge of unhappiness as he lay stretched out on one side of the large, king sized bed. He‘d just woken up and now he was returning back to sleep? I knew he had no choice, but it still bothered me.
    It seemed to bother him as well. As I hesitated near the side of the bed, he reached out and took my hand in his, eyes heavy with weariness. ―Stay at my side until I awaken. Do not leave me again tonight.‖

    ―I can‘t,‖ I said softly. ―I have no choice.‖
    His hand continued to clasp mine, warm. My mind immediately went to sexual thoughts, but I pushed them away. The Itch would have to wait until he awoke once more.

    ―I‘m sorry,‖ David said in a soft, sleepy voice.

    ―For what?‖ I was puzzled by the confession, and my hand tightened on his as it looked like he was falling asleep. ―David, for what?‖

    He struggled to stay awake long enough to answer me. ―For…not…being…able to…protect…you. From him. Sorry…‖
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    With that, his head fell to the side and he became unnaturally still – the sleep had taken over him.

    But his words had rocked me to my core.
    I held his hand for a few minutes longer, then released it and moved to the other side of the bed. The Itch made my skin crawl with need, but I wouldn‘t get any relief for hours. I tried to content myself with lying in the bed, but I moved over next to David and wrapped my arms around him. I was supposed to hate him, not feel comforted by his presence. Not appreciate the light scent of him in my nostrils.

    Not have my world turned upside down by his polite manners and gentle, conscientious regard for me.

    I was supposed to hate him.
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    Lying next to David all night was torture. I‘d taken the robe off and relaxed, naked, pressed against his bare chest, need circulating and pulsing through me. The clock on the bedside showed far too many hours until sunrise, so I amused myself with brushing the now-dry blonde curls off his forehead. He stirred against my touch and mumbled something, and that surprised me. For Serim – or a vampire, for that matter – to show any sort of reaction in their hibernation sleep must have meant that he was dreaming. More than that, what he was dreaming was heavily affecting him.

    And succubi were creatures of dreams. I couldn‘t resist a peek into his subconscious, so I slid my hand across his skin and delved into his mind, curious what I would find there.

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    Memories flashed through David‘s mind, fleeting and chaotic, swirling in a mix of thoughts that I couldn‘t distinguish, until it suddenly focused and everything became crystal