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stronger inside her, his hands seemingly everywhere at once, pushing her body
further and further towards that brink, until she couldn’t tell where she ended
and he began.
    She whimpered her need into his shoulder and a
change of position brought with it the first of her orgasms, which made her
bite hard into his flesh to mask her scream, yet still he kept going, pushing
her over that edge time and again until she thought she was going to pass out
from sheer pleasure.
    “Please, Lucas, I can’t…” her whispered protest
was cut off with a ruthless kiss, his fangs scraping her tongue. A new kind of
excitement built deep inside her, when he broke the kiss and slid his mouth
down to the sensitive skin of her neck. One hand in her hair angled her head for
better access, as he went still inside her, the other hand finding her clit and
exerting gentle pressure with slow maddening strokes, designed to drive her
once again wild with need.
    “Lucas, please…”
    Their bodies shook with need and still he did
not move, his eyes searching hers with a silent question. At her whispered
“Yes,” he sank his fangs into her neck, his low growl, coupled with one last
forceful thrust deep inside her, sending her body into oblivion. Heat flowed
from her neck through her veins and down her body, until it all centred in her
clitoris, her whole body contracting around him, pleasure surging through her
with every beat of her heart, the water turning red around them.
    She was dimly aware of his own growled release,
before darkness claimed her.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     Marnie woke up alone in the middle of a huge
bed, satin sheets sliding over her sensitive skin, causing her whole body to
tingle with sensual awareness.  Her hand went to her neck as memories of the
most erotic dream she’d ever had invaded her mind and she froze at the soreness
there. Oh, good lord. It hadn’t been a dream? The eerie howling that
carried on the night breeze through the open windows brought the reality of her
situation back with frightening clarity and she froze, taking in the naked man
standing with his back to her.
    She took a moment to appreciate the view in
front of her before Lucas turned around slowly, his eyes connecting with hers
and she stopped breathing.
    The howling sounded closer this time and broke
the spell between them, as she jumped, her eyes darting to the open French
windows.
    “Relax, mon chere. They’ll be hunting all
night.”
    He had moved closer whilst talking and the bed
dipped next to her, his hand slowly lifting her hair away from her neck. She
couldn’t stop the involuntary moan escaping.
    “Not too sore, I hope?”
    She shook her head in response and he chuckled
at her whispered question of “I’m not dead, then?”
    “If you are, you’re the most beautiful and
vibrant corpse I’ve ever seen.”
    “That’s not funny…”
    “I wasn’t joking, chere. In fact, I was
beginning to wonder. How are you feeling?”
    The sudden intensity in his hypnotic eyes send
a shiver of unease down her spine and she pushed away from him, bringing her
knees up to her chest. Come to think of it she did feel bone-weary, and
shifting away reminded her how sore she was in her nether regions.
    Lucas’s expression became closed off when she
shrunk away from his touch. With movements too quick for her human eye to
process, he bit into his hand and held it towards her.
    “Drink. It’ll help.”
    Bile rose in her throat instantly, remembering
the last time he had forced her to drink his blood and her shrill voice bounced
round the quiet room.
    “No, I don’t want to.”
    He moved closer, his smile hypnotic and
compelling. Marnie found herself leaning in to him as though held by a strange
sort of spell, as her bones felt liquid and her heartbeat slowed. The loud howl
right below the window made Lucas’s hand clamp down on her mouth, the spell
broken instantly. They sat very still, listening to the sounds of rustling and
scratching,