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wanted to be, all he’s ever been, and all he’s ever thought about. He doesn’t even know your—” she flapped her arm and gestured toward him “—kind even exists.”
    â€œYou mean bloodsuckers?” he asked, another amused grin curving his lips. The warm cadence of his voice reached inside her, tickling the back of her throat. Apparently he had a sense of humor, too. Along with being undeniably handsome, in a dark, dangerous and totally inappropriate way.
    It was just wrong.
    â€œLook, I might not be very close to Uncle Ben but he and Cayman are all the family I have. He’s a good man. And more than that, he’s my blood. I won’t let you hurt him or Cayman.”
    â€œWho says I want to hurt them. But I like your spunk, kitten.”
    â€œGreat,” she muttered. Now she was a cute furry thing. Could she be any more insulted?
    â€œAnd you’re right. He is blood. And it’s always about the blood, never forget that.”
    What was that supposed to mean? Her eyes met his and before she knew it, she was stepping into the black heat of his gaze and sinking.
    â€œBlood holds everyone’s secrets, their boldest triumphs, their greatest sins.” His voice moved through her, caressing her senses with a lover’s touch.
    â€œStop it,” she insisted.
    â€œStop what?”
    â€œTrying to put some kind of hanky-panky spell on me. I’m not going to betray my Uncle Ben. He’s a good man. A man who has put his whole world into his work at the hospital.”
    Once more, a smile lifted his incredibly enticing lips.
    â€œWhat?” she asked, feeling slightly annoyed. Now he was all Mr. Charming. Well, it wasn’t going to work on her. She knew what he was. And she wasn’t attracted to him. Not one little bit.
    â€œI don’t put hanky-panky spells on people.” He stepped closer.
    Her breath caught in her throat. “You don’t?” Then what was he doing to her?
    He leaned forward, hovering so close their lips were almost touching. Her gaze locked onto his as he traced his tongue around the curve of her lips, tasting, tempting her. This couldn’t be happening.
    She took a quick step back, but her calves hit the side of the bed and she almost fell backwards onto the mattress. That would be bad. Really bad . She grabbed hold of his arm to steady herself. Then his arms were around her, pulling her against his chest. His mouth fell over hers and instinctively her lips parted. He entered, thrusting deep.
    She gripped him tighter. A soft moan rose from her chest as she melted into his arms. His kiss was strong and passionate, making her knees weak. She should pull away, but as his lips moved against hers, sparking the smoldering fire deep within her core, she could no more stop him than she could stop the blood rushing through her veins. She succumbed to his touch and melted as his lips blazed a burning trail down her neck.
    â€œWe shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, but then her breath swelled and a slow tingle moved through her breasts until they ached for his touch.
    His fingers moved gently down her body, feeling, caressing. All she could do was feel. And want. And need. She moved against him, a dangerous dance, as desire pulsed through her. This was crazy, beyond crazy, and yet, when his fingers stroked her already hardened nipple, all her reservations were forgotten.
    She unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off his shoulders and clamped her mouth over his rosy bud. After a moment of satisfying her need to taste him, she pulled off her blouse and cami, desperate to feel his cool skin next to hers. She’d always heard that vampires were cold, but Marius wasn’t. He wasn’t hot, nor was he cold. More like cool and satiny smooth. She drew her fingers down his chest, feeling each ridge, each strong muscle beneath the skin. Her hand hovered at the waist of his leather pants then brushed across his thick