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won’t let the demands of my honor spill over into your world.” She laid her hand on the side of his face, stroking the rasp of his evening beard. “But if somehow it did, I understand that this thing between us—”
    “Won’t protect you from what I’d have to do,” he finished, regret already wrenching his gut at the thought of having to choose between her and the laws he had sworn to uphold.
    A sad smile crept onto her face, but she inched closer until her lips brushed his. “Then we have a truce?”
    A truce, he thought. He confirmed it by bringing his lips to hers, his kiss tentative, tender.
    There was none of the urgency of their earlier coupling as he explored the contours of her mouth. Treasured her breasts with his hands. Eased his fingers down to the center of her. Explored the slickness of her lips and the wetness of her vagina.
    Her soft, soughing breaths drove him on as did the strong strokes of her hand along his erection.
    When he entered her again, he waited, wanting to prolong the union for as long as he could. He needed to experience all the nuances of her as they continued to kiss and caress. This time, their passion grew slowly until they were both shaking.
    Rolling onto his back, he urged her to straddle him, letting her set the pace of their loving as he worshipped her breasts. He urged her on with the slow upward lift of his hips, deepening his penetration.
    Michaela moaned at the sensations he created as he buried himself deep into her center. Biting her lower lip to control the urge to scream, she rocked her hips, riding him. She sucked in a strangled breath as the climax rose within her and the motions of her hips became more forceful as she sought her release.
    He placed one hand at her waist, guiding her as he rose up and licked the tip of her breast. Teething the tip of it gently, the sharp moment of pleasure/pain released not only her climax, but the demon she thought she had tamed.
    Jesus sensed the surge of her release as it washed over her, followed by a strange inhuman push of power.
    As he met her gaze, the bright blue-green glowed powerfully and a small hint of fang extended beneath her full lower lip.
    “You want to bite me?” he asked even as he braced one arm against the surface of the bed and rose up so he could be face-to-face with her.
    “I do.” The animal purr tinged the tone of her voice and her gaze dropped briefly to his neck before locking back on his eyes.
    “What if I bite first?” he asked, but didn’t wait for her answer.
    He surged forward and laid his mouth on the spot where her shoulder met her neck. He licked up and down before playfully taking a bite that he then soothed with a whispered kiss.
    She shuddered against him, bringing one hand up to the middle of his back and the other to cup his head, urging him on.
    “More, por favor ,” she pleaded and rolled her hips, enticing him to finish. To allow his own release to erupt.
    He bit down gently and then sucked on the spot once more as he surged upward with his hips.
    Against his throat came her rough cry followed by the sharpness of her fangs as they skittered along his skin. He stilled for a moment, awaiting the piercing pain, but the warm wet of her tongue arrived instead, licking upward until she brushed the shell of his ear with the sharp points of her fangs.
    “More.” The rumble of her voice vibrated against him.
    He kissed her throat and drove his hips upward. He gave her another love bite and caressed her breast with his free hand, answering her soft moans of pleasure with tenderness until he was barely able to hold back his own climax.
    She lowered her head again and whispered, “Let go, Jesus. I’m here to catch you when you fall.”
    He groaned and closed his eyes as her strong arms came around him, supporting him. Her hands pressed against his back while her hips pumped up and down, helping him along to his release.
    But he had to see her face as he came.
    He met her gaze.
    Her human