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the sweet spot where her neck meets her shoulders, and I drive my hips forward.
    As my fangs hit vein, and her blood rushes into me, I come, pumping my cum into her pussy. She shatters, calling my name, raking my back with her extended claws.
    The pain is delectable, her blood is euphoric, and Charlotte is my beloved. There is no other word to describe our bond. “I love you,” I tell her, all my inhibitions blown to hell with the heady experience.
    I lick the puncture marks on her skin, and I roll, pulling her on top of me. “I love you,” I repeat, having received no response from my first confession.
    “I love you, Viktor.” She kisses my flat male nipple. “My beloved.”
    I smile, waves of genuine joy sweeping over me. The earth doesn’t burst into flames or crack open like an egg, so I continue to smile.
     

 
     
     
    Cynthia Sax
     
    Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
    Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at [email protected].