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sweetness of her sweat. He closed his teeth over the ridge of tendon between her neck and collar bone, biting to the very edge of pain before sucking the skin instead, leaving his mark.
    Cyn gripped his head, crushing his face into her neck in blatant demand. Raphael grinned knowingly against her skin. His Cyn didn’t want tender bites and marks of ownership, she wanted his fangs sinking into her vein, wanted the rush of his bite that would send her screaming into an orgasm so intense even the taste of his blood paled in comparison. Raphael thought about the sweetness of her blood, about the ecstasy of having his Cyn quivering beneath him, around him, as she climaxed over and over again.
    He began thrusting harder, driving himself between her long legs, relishing the slide of her sex against his shaft, the slap of his balls against her ass as she lifted herself to meet his onslaught, her muscles tensing with the effort, her ankles tight around his back.
    His chest was pressed against hers, her nipples a stroke of velvet over marble. He ground himself against her breasts, and she groaned, arching her back and rubbing herself against him wantonly. Raphael lifted his head, watching her flushed face, the sheen of sweat along her brow. Her tongue came out to lick her upper lip, and he bent, quick as a snake, and sucked it into his mouth, turning the action into a kiss.
    Their teeth clashed, his fangs scraping against her lip. Blood began to flow, and it was Raphael’s turn to groan. Her blood was intoxicating, swelling his cock until her body was forced to stretch around him, her muscles trembling with the effort.
    He lowered his mouth to her neck, to the plush warmth of her jugular, hearing the rush of blood, scenting its sweet nectar.
    “Raphael,” Cyn gasped, then shivered in anticipation. “Now, now.”
    His fangs plunged into her neck, through the velvet softness of her skin, the taut membrane of her vein. Her blood flowed in a rush of sensation, her heart racing from the adrenaline of their lovemaking. Raphael sucked it up, drank it down, feeling it flow like dark honey down his throat, filling his body with a heat that raced along his nerves and drove straight to his cock where it was buried deep inside her. His balls tightened as his climax built, as the pressure became almost unbearable before it roared through him like a storm, stealing his awareness of anything but Cyn—her scent, her taste, her body convulsing beneath him as she screamed, as his climax filled her womb, and they were both tossed over the edge where there was nothing but passion and ecstasy.
    Raphael rolled to one side, taking Cyn with him, so she lay against his chest. He stroked his fingers down her naked back and rested his hand against her ass, cupping one round cheek possessively. Cyn shifted slightly, lifting her head to kiss his neck, her breath warm and moist. They lay that way until their breathing evened out and their hearts resumed a normal beat.
    Cyn was drawing small circles on his chest with her fingers, occasionally stroking the muscles of his arm. She kissed his chest softly, her lips lingering as her tongue darted out to taste his skin.
    “Do you trust Jared?” she asked softly.
    “I do. He is mine.”
    “Okay, I guess. I’ll try to be nice, then.”
    Raphael chuckled. “Just be yourself, lubimaya .”
    “Are you suggesting myself isn’t nice?” she demanded, although a tired yawn robbed the words of any real outrage.
    Raphael rubbed her butt fondly. “Yourself is perfection, my Cyn,” he replied. “But yourself is for me alone,” he growled. “Don’t forget that.”
    Cyn made a disgusted noise. “As if I could. As if I’d want to. You’re stuck with me, fang boy. Which means you need to stay alive and well to meet my insatiable desire for your luscious bod . ”
    “I think I can handle it,” he said dryly, slipping his hand between her legs, his fingers dipping quickly into her soaking wet pussy. Cyn gasped,