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held a world of pleasure, of promise. She twisted between him and the
wall and raised her hands above her head again. This time, the blue
silk slipped off one breast, revealing pale flesh and one dark nipple
he knew would feel like heaven on his tongue. "I've been wet
since I laid eyes on you. If I take blood now, I'll make us both come
the second I taste you."
    Blake trembled as he lowered his
lips to hers, meaning to invade her mouth, to conquer with teeth and
tongue. Somewhere between the thought and the action, the lines
between his brain and his body crossed again, just like they always
did when he touched Ella. As a result, he kissed her gently, with
every bit of the need that had built in him over the last two years.
    His hands slid into her hair as his
tongue parted her lips and snagged on one of her fangs. He tasted
blood just as she did, and she went rigid, shuddered. Her heart rate,
normally sluggish, sped up almost to match his own, and he knew she
hadn't been lying. Just that tiny bit of his blood, his essence, had
nearly cost her the control she valued so much.
    He wanted to howl.
    He nearly ripped her pants in his
haste to get them open and push them down enough to get his hand
inside. He reached under expensive lace and found her hot and slick
inside the leather. A whispered curse escaped him, hissing out
against her lips as he stroked her pussy, fingers slipping easily
over her wet folds.
    She made the most delicious noises
as he centered his touches on her clit. Tiny whimpers, muffled
against his lips and lost in his mouth, and each one shot straight to
his cock. He knew her noises, knew the fake ones and the artistic
exaggeration and all of the ways she tried to play him.
    And he knew the noises she made when
she was about to come.
    "Fuck." Blake reared back
and lifted her, pinning her up against the wall with his hip under
her leg. The change in position put her bared breasts within easy
reach, and he rolled his tongue around the tip of one with a needy
growl. When she gasped and arched, he caught her nipple in his mouth
and sucked hard, then pulled his hand away.
    "Blake!" It was a curse
and a demand, rolled into one. Her fingers stabbed into his hair and
curled around the strands. She tugged his lips back to hers and
kissed him as she rocked against his thigh. "God, I missed
this," she whispered against his lips, an admission that was too
raw to be anything but real. "Why can't anyone else kiss like
you?"
    He dragged his mouth from hers.
"Because no one else has loved you like I did." It wasn't
an admonition or a confession, just a statement of fact.
    He stepped away from the wall,
bringing her with him, and looked around. A table sat against the
wall by an ice machine, and Blake laughed low in his throat. "Damn
leather pants. I can work around that."
    "You always could work around
damn near anything." She nuzzled his neck and dragged her tongue
along his skin. Having her mouth there, teasing the pulse in his
throat, was almost too much.
    He dropped her on the table and
straightened, staring down at her as he tugged on her pants. "If
I put my mind to it." The leather slid down her supple thighs to
tangle around her ankles, held there by the boots he hadn't removed.
"Bend your—"
    He looked up into her eyes and
realized too late that he was back to asking, back to following her
lead, so he pressed her knees down toward the table. He gave her time
to resist, but she didn't. He knew she wouldn't.
    Her breathing hitched again when he
tore the silk underwear from her hip and pushed them aside, exposing
her cunt. He swiped his thumb over her then licked away the wetness
that slicked his skin. "Want to run yet?"
    "Maybe..." She wiggled a
little on the table, tested his grip, and laughed when he kept her
pinned in place. "Depends. What's gonna get me fucked the
fastest?"
    "Nothing." He leaned over
and reached into the ice machine, pulled out a small piece of ice.
Ella wanted fast because she wanted to get