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his fangs long and razor sharp. He looked back down. “Baby, I’m all yours.” Then he bent low, pressing another kiss to her mouth before saying thickly, “Undress me.”
    Suddenly she was back in charge. Elation had her passion soar to an even higher and more urgent plane. Her gums tingled and itched, her fangs abruptly bursting through with a savage pop, her pulse leaping frantically.
    Placing outspread hands on his chest, she shoved him back onto his haunches. His shirt gaped, and her hands slipped inside to feel his heart pound beneath his silken skin with its rasp of hairs.
    She gripped the lapel of his shirt, thrusting it over his shoulders and down his arms. Vampires weren’t milk white and pale from lack of sun; they glowed with eternal good health and vitality. The Vampire Lord was no exception. His bare chest gleamed like warm honey in the darkness, inviting her touch.
    They stared for a long moment, each reading the other. The temperature soared, awareness pressing their senses while silence drummed around them, the air thickening with their need.
    Kia exhaled sharply. Bending close, she released the catch on his pants and lowered the zipper before tugging them down the sleek length of his thighs to his knees. His briefs followed, and she said, “No, don’t move,” as he shifted to remove them completely.
    He stilled on his haunches, his erection standing to attention, silky, long and delicious. And she felt an ache deep in her womb to master him, have him beg her for release.
    She stuck the tip of her finger into her mouth. When she trailed the moist pad across the head of his erection, he emitted a strangled groan, then sucked in a breath as she clasped his engorged length fully and massaged up and down.
    He grabbed her hand midstroke. “Stop. Even I have limitations.”
    For him to acknowledge such was a potent aphrodisiac. She’d brought him to his knees, literally. And she wasn’t about to give up such a heady rush any time soon.
    She plucked his fingers from her hold and said, “Good to know.” Then she was climbing onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his hips until she straddled him and he was perfectly positioned at her entrance.
    “Witch,” he breathed out.
    “Scared I’ve hexed you?” she asked, and before he had a chance to reply, she dropped fully onto his shaft, taking him all the way in, her muscles stretching and shifting and hugging him tight.
    Oh, mercy .
    He closed his eyes and hissed exultation. “Christ,” he uttered. Then his head fell back, his hands holding his weight as he bowed into an arch.
    Her eyes burned and glazed over so that his form took on a brighter tinge of red, bloodlust now spiraling out of control. She smiled a wicked smile as he jammed his hips forward, causing her breasts to graze his chest, her hair to feather along his shoulders.
    With him buried deep, she tried hard not to think, not to feel as her every cell pulsed with delight, threatening pre-orgasmic bliss. She didn’t want that yet.
    She wanted to ride him long and ride him hard, test not just his self-control, but her own too. But she wouldn’t be mastered or manipulated. Her capitulation would be her own.
    She moved ever so slowly up, his erection a delicious friction against her inner walls. His chest drummed under her outspread hands and her heart raced in unity with his.
    Sinking back down, their breaths whooshed out together, a collective cloud of desire.
    Her fangs caught her bottom lip as she set into motion the old-as-time rhythm. She watched him watch her, and it turned her on almost as much as the act itself.
    That he chose not to use his considerable power to influence her mind while she was so mentally open—or even to touch her with his incredible hands in this position, was a stimulus she could no longer ignore.
    She increased speed, riding him faster, harder, feeling the intensity almost overwhelm them both.
    He groaned, the cords on his neck standing out. Oh, dear G od .