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her up to him again, his eyes
green jewels boring into her.
    “Oh no, you don’t, not again. You will remember
me this time. Me--Lucas, and you will be mine and forget all about that
wolf.”
    With dizzying speed he wrestled her out of her
clothes and into the bath and before she could even blink he was standing over
her naked and proud, the moonlight glinting off his fangs as he joined her in
the bath. With ease, speed and effortless strength that only served to remind
her that this was no human man holding her, he lifted and turned her any which
way he needed to. The sponge he used to clean her seemingly washed the bruises
away as though they were mere smudges of dirt, until her body looked as though
last night’s assault had never happened.  His movements slowed at her sharp
intake of breath and he abandoned the sponge, his hands cupping her breasts,
just visible over the waterline, his voice a low murmur in her ear.
    “I told you, my blood would help, mon chere. I
would never hurt you.”
    ****
    Lucas felt the change in her at his whispered
words and he stopped pretending to breathe, when she turned round in front of
him, her expressive eyes searching his face. One trembling hand reached up to
his mouth, her fingers testing his fangs and she flinched when the sharp tip
penetrated her soft skin, the spot of blood visible as she withdrew increasing
his need for her tenfold.
    Her eyes huge, her body trembled in fear as she
waited for his reaction and he forced himself to be gentle, when every cell in
his body screamed his need to taste her, to bury himself to the hilt in her
soft flesh, whilst her blood soothed his parched throat.
    “Are..are you going to bite me?”
    “Non, mon chere, not unless you want me to, but
I would taste you and see if you’re as sweet as I dreamt you’d be.” With
infinite slowness, giving her ample time to pull away, he brought her finger to
his mouth and swiped that single drop of blood away. He heard her sharp intake
of breath, her heartbeat going into overdrive, when he took that finger and
sucked, the tiny spurts of blood against his tongue making him groan his
desire.
    “Why doesn’t it hurt?”
    “Because I don’t want it to, mon chere.” He
smiled at the silent O her mouth formed and her eyes grew larger still, desire
making them almost black. Encouraged by her response he ran his fangs lightly
down her wrist and along her arm, before settling over the rosy tip of her
impressive breasts and, biting, slightly sucked the nipple into his mouth, her
incoherent moans spurring him on. His smile deepened when her hands went into
his hair, tugging him closer, her hips moving in tune with every nip, suckle
and stroke, his tastes of her blood threatening to crush his ironclad control.
    He chuckled at her moan of protest, when he
released her.
    “Lucas, please…”
    “Oui mon chere? Qu'est
ce que c'est? What do you need, this?” and he gave his attention to the
other breast, her laboured breathing and erratic movements telling him how
close she was once again.
    “I love how responsive you are, chere, how
beautiful,” and with one swift move he settled her on his lap, her long legs
either side of his hips, holding her just above his cock. ”Are you ready for
me?”
    His eyes searched hers and his heart soared at
what he saw in the chestnut-coloured depths, before she buried her face into
his shoulder and the sharp nip of her small teeth broke the last of his restraint.
    ****
    Marnie could hardly breathe at the sensation of
him inside her and he gave her no time to adjust, before thrusting deeper. His
hands on her hips, guiding her, setting a ruthless pace; every slide of his
cool, hard penis inside her sent her further into sensual oblivion, opening her
wider as his movements grew faster still, until all she could do was hold onto
his big shoulders. The water sloshed around them, his grunts in her ear
interspersed with French words she didn’t understand. Pressure built higher