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he flicked the dress over her head and tossed it aside.
    His stare flamed into bloodlust as he took his fill of her, raking over her naked form. He murmured something, an old language, she surmised, and then the tips of his fingers were grazing her bare skin, causing hot shivers to snake through her blood.
    A moan slipped from her throat when his head dipped and he trailed kisses over her goose-bumped skin. Her entire body quaked with need, her mind disregarding everything but this moment.
    He dropped into a crouch, and as she felt his hands part her thighs and expose her womanly flesh, her gaze slashed to meet his upturned stare. His lips quirked, then, with his eyes pinned to hers, he leaned forward and in one long, delicious stroke, licked her sensitive bud.
    Oh, yes .
    Desire danced through her core and rippled out through every nerve ending in her body, making her weak. Her legs crumpled, but he held her upright with just a hand, his vampire strength and immortal age so suddenly telling.
    He licked her again. She inhaled sharply, and when he marked her tender flesh with a scrape of his fangs, she gasped excruciating pleasure, bloodlust hurtling through her veins.
    She was hazily aware of his dark head zeroing in on her center once more. But only after he took her aching bud into his mouth and suckled with expert precision, did she cry out, wave after wave of rapture crashing through her system before ever so slowly ebbing into heavy-limbed lethargy.
    He pushed to his feet. Thumb and forefinger tilted up her chin. “Time for bed,” he rasped, every atom in his face conveying just how little sleep she’d get this night.
    The realization made her woozy. Right now she may hate him with every fiber of her being, but this…this wasn’t just lust, it was more than that. She didn’t need to be blood-bonded to know he affected her on some deeply profound level.
    Pity he’d never find out. Yes, he could read minds at will. But she wasn’t without her own gifts. After querying many suspicious and oftentimes dangerous vampires about the Ancient One, she’d quickly discovered a natural ability at shielding her thoughts from the nightwalkers.
    That gift was a blessing. She doubted any full blood would know the meaning of warmth or affection. But she refused to play the victim. She’d accepted Ronan’s terms—and heaven help her—she’d make the most out of the deal.
    His throat was tantalizingly close as he swung her up into his arms. With her arms draping around his shoulders, she pressed close, kissing his warm throat while her tongue traced his carotid artery.
    She smiled at the sudden skip of his pulse, the quick and shallow rasps of his breath. It was a hollow and minor victory at best. Yes, he wanted her, badly—but mind-reading ability or not, he’d have to know she wanted him every bit as much.
    If she hoped to gain even a scrap of control from this vampire elder, she’d have to play his game. Have to ensure it was he who never forgot how much he wanted her …

Chapter Five
    He climbed the steel lattice steps effortlessly, and with a few strides carried her into a huge loft bedroom. Then he was pressing her down onto a bed, the cover fleecy soft and warm on her back.
    She closed her eyes, indulging her vampire senses. His scent surrounded her, pure man essence of musk and cinnamon, a faint hint of champagne and whiskey on his breath. His heart thudded, and her mouth went dry at the blood pounding through his veins.
    Her lids sprung open as she felt his thighs against hers. Hands either side of her head, his biceps bulging, he straddled her, and she couldn’t withhold a moan as his pelvis pressed suggestively against her mound.
    “You like?” he asked thickly, and then ground his hardness against her again before she could hash out a reply.
    Reawakened lust poured through her veins, her blood running hot. She swallowed. “Get out of your clothes. Now .”
    He threw his head back and laughed sweet triumph,