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through the sleeves.
    “Better?” Brendan asked.
    “Yeah.” She would much rather have been warmed by his body heat, as she had been on so many cold nights in the past. But just having him back, cold or warm, vampire or human…that was enough to make tears of gratitude well in her eyes.
    “Lie down, then,” he whispered.
    Carrie obeyed, and for a moment, she floated in the darkness and quiet of the windowless old building. Brendan’s touch anchored her as he thrust her legs apart with sudden intensity and bowed his head between her thighs, pressing his mouth to her body. He shoved his tongue inside her, and she gasped as he coated her damp folds with saliva that was as cool as the rest of his body.
    “Brendan!” she exclaimed, and writhed.
    He held her there firmly, pinning her thighs apart and rendering her efforts futile. She gasped, and he reached out without pausing to take one of her hands in his, squeezing it. The gesture brought back a slew of memories, including those of how much she had always enjoyed what he was doing to her now. A shiver of delight ran down her spine as a spike of pleasure shot up through her belly. His heatless tongue against her slick skin warmed her rather than cooled her. Her flesh blazed where he’d licked her, and when his tongue dipped between her slippery folds again, the sensation was electric. She had a sudden vision of a dark sky crackling with lightning, set off by the meeting of two disparate winds, warm and cold. Here, in the semi-darkness, her entire being lit up similarly, her nipples tingling as her body throbbed against Brendan’s mouth. He thrust his tongue deep inside her again, and she moaned. The smooth surfaces of his fangs pressed against her flesh, and she spread her thighs a little wider, willing him to come farther in.
    When her pleasure peaked, Carrie arched her hips, raising them above the hanging hem of her jacket. Brendan pressed in his tongue even farther, reaching, tasting, then withdrew. She shuddered and her hips collided with the blanketed floor again with a dull thump.
    A moment later, he was beside her, kissing her. At last he rose. “We’re not done yet,” he told her.
    She looked up at him. “What—?” she began.
    “You have to finish what you started last night.” He began to shed his clothing. When he was naked, he stood before her, waiting.
    Carrie rose to her knees, parting her lips in anticipation. She could see him more clearly now as her vision had adjusted to the dimness of the room. As her face drew level with his hips, the tip of his cock brushed her cheek, the flesh as stiff as the skin was smooth. His hand brushed the other side of her face, and he guided her slowly until her lips were pressed against his erection and the dark hairs that grew around it brushed her jaw. He groaned when she opened her mouth to admit him, shuddering when she reached below to cup his testicles.
    Carrie revelled in the familiarity of the act. She had done this so many times before Brendan’s disappearance. Now, as always, her nipples brushed the fronts of his thighs as she moved, and he buried his hands in her hair, urging her to take more of his cock into her mouth. She obliged, allowing his smooth skin against her tongue and the repressed strength of his hands to distract her from his scars, which she’d shut her eyes against to ensure there was no chance of seeing them. She’d told him she’d forgiven him, and she desperately wanted to mean it, but it was difficult—very difficult—to know that a stranger had done what she was doing now, and that she had the darkest year of her life to attribute to that aberrant act.       
    “Carrie?”
    She pulled away as he slipped his hand beneath her chin, letting him guide her until their gazes met. “What?”
    “Why are you crying?”
    “I—I’m not.” She pressed the back of a hand against her cheek as she spoke, half-surprised to find a few tears had slipped out, betraying her sadness.