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clearly.”
    Jasmine frowned, her confusion apparent. Corin didn’t wait for her to understand. She squealed when he lifted her effortlessly, pulling her forward until she straddled his face. Strength he didn’t think he possessed before kept his sanity intact as he stared.
    Her pink folds glistened, the perfume of her cunt exhilarating. He used his fingers to spread her labia, the engorged nub of her clit exposed for his viewing pleasure. “My gods,” he whispered. Mouth watering, he licked his lips and then extended his tongue for the first taste.
    He shouldn’t be doing this. She was his job. Another fledgling whose face he would force himself to forget. She represented a past their kind couldn’t go back to.
    The moment he tasted the luxurious syrup of her body, however, those thoughts tumbled away.
    Lusty cries filled the air as he ate from her like a starved man. Drank down the evidence of her arousal. His flattened tongue raked over her clit, long, slow strokes that made her body quiver. He moved his hold, making certain he kept her immobile. Ensured she endured his assault. Her thighs flexed beneath his grip, her body rocking and twisting. It inspired him to continue letting his tongue dance between the lips of her sex. To delve into her silken sheath.
    Jasmine grasped his hands, their fingers embracing. No words were needed. He wanted so much to please her, to make her body shudder beneath his efforts. The pain of the change was something no one should have to suffer through alone. And she was a new breed, a vampire whose origin defied tradition. For that alone, she deserved more.
    â€œYes, Corin, yes!”
    He loved hearing the way she said his name. The heat of her passion made his balls tighten, his cock leak. He lapped greedily, breath held, waiting to hear her say it again. Her passionate, throaty enunciation that pierced him thoroughly.
    She fell forward instead, her hands leaving his in time to catch herself from collapsing altogether. The moan that tore through her chest made his own hips buck. Soon she was trembling, a convulsion that shook her entire body. Corin held on, waiting expectantly, knowing soon she would peak, tipping over a summit that left her free-falling. As the first cry, a different sound—one of rapture—amplified into the air, he pushed two probing fingers into her clenching cunt. He curled them into her, stroking and encouraging the way she gripped him. “That’s it. Come for me.”
    Her moisture ran down his hand, coated his lips, and he lapped it up greedily. Time passed as she trembled, her cries now groans. Perspiration now mingled with the scent of cinnamon. He would have lain beneath her forever if given a choice, but all too soon she lifted the intimate part of herself away from his face. Slid down his body until her head lay against his chest.
    So thoroughly pleased with his efforts, he dismissed the ache in his balls. The time for being with her was not quite right yet. He couldn’t place his finger on why, but right now, during her transition, he wanted for her. He could and would be patient.
    â€œThank you,” she murmured. Her body molded well against his. Her petite frame an odd comfort to him.
    He licked the remaining taste of her essence from his lips and let the moment pass. Above them, a ceiling fan twirled lazily, and he thought of his own home. So different from hers. His was a place to sleep, to store his belongings. Hers, on the other hand, nourished him. It made him think of families and children. Of what living a life with others might be like.
    They were stupid thoughts. Crazy thoughts. Fantasies no executioner should ever have. His life was harsh and lonely. A solitary existence he chose for himself without regret.
    Jasmine lifted her head. “I still don’t understand why you do this for me.” She laughed mirthlessly. “Or why I continue to let you.”
    He knew, but didn’t voice it.