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dinnae ken ye wur hurt,” he said, anger flooding his pale gray eyes.
    He stood so fast she didn’t see him move, and within seconds, he had slammed his fist into the end post of the bed, shattering it into a hundred small splinters.
    “Danny, please don’t!” she cried. “It’s in the past.”
    She sat there on the rug, covering herself with her arms, rocking like a child as she watched to see what he would do next. He stood with his back to her, arm crossed, feeling less of a man because he didn’t protect her.
    “Ah shoold hae been there fur ye. Tis ma fault, Ah let `em dae this tae ye,” he proclaimed as he looked back at her. “Ne’er cover yerself, D`nae, yer bonnie as they cum. There nae be athin under the blae sky or o mither earth that can tak yer bonnie… nae from me eyes.”
    She reluctantly lowered her arms, tears already forming small crystal rivers down her cheeks. She reached around and unfastened her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. The marks were worse on her breasts than the rest of her abdomen, but even in her deepest shame, she never once took her eyes off of him, even when his moved down her body. He could see her chest rise and fall far faster than it should, along with the small quivers and shakes that her body made every time she inhaled.
    He slowly made his way back to her and pulled her to her feet. He touched her cheek, and then gently cupped the bottom of her breast, lifting it as he bent forward and laid a delicate kiss on the three inch scar that ran across her left nipple. He then moved to the horrific bite scar above it that lay just to the right. He heard D`nae sniffle and turned his attention back to her.
    “Ne’er agin, wull ye worry aboot this. Ah’ll tak the breath fum any livin soul who eer touches ye agin.” He bent, took her into his arms and carried her over to the bed.
    She sat on the edge of the bed while he stood in front of her, leaving no room for conversation. He began taking off his shirt as she unbuttoned his pants, and both were shaking like teens on their first date. He pitched his shirt behind him, used one hand to push her back and the other to push his pants down over his butt. D`nae was trying to push herself back further up on the bed with the heels of her feet and get her pants down at the same time. Danny worked his way up her body, doing his best to get as much of her flesh into his mouth as he possible could, nicking her breast with his fangs in the process.
    D`nae moaned in the onslaught of emotions, throwing her head back, arching her body more firmly into Danny’s face. The taste of her blood drove him in an altogether different array of passion. Every muscle in his body went tense, and the thought in his mind of “eating her alive” was more than just a metaphor. He stood and pulled the pants from her body in one smooth yank. She hadn’t even noticed when he had taken his off, but there he stood, that same beautiful rippling wave of once human flesh that she had never once stopped loving. He crawled back up on the bed, more animalistic than she remembered. He grabbed her thighs with his strong hands, spreading her legs at that very pivotal point, and gave her something that brought several memories crashing in all at once.
    The sensational heat of ecstasy, smarmily making its way from the center of her core, as he orally explored the very tender region which he had so longed for. When she was almost to the point of no return, he moved and began kissing the inside of her thigh. Two sharp piercing pains on her inner thigh brought a hiss from her swollen hungry lips, turning pleasure to agony then back again, as he drank his fill from her. Warmth ran up her body, attacking her knowledge of sexual pleasure and exploding her into a whole new world of earth shattering bliss. When he had finished, so had she. She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat when he raised his lust filled eyes up to meet hers. He licked her wound clean, and made his