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line, dangerously sharp cheekbones, and a patrician nose. His pale blue eyes were the shape of almonds, shining in his pale skin.
    I traced the line of his shoulders with my eyes, remembering what it was to sink my teeth into his skin. That was one thing I really liked about being with Andre. I could be a little violent with him, the pain exciting him as much as it did me. Daniel was so human I had to be careful not to hurt him, and Corbin wanted tenderness, hot, demanding, urgent tenderness, but never pain. I liked a little pain every now and then. I dropped my eyes to Andre’s hands, those pianist fingers, and remembered the feel of them tangled in my hair, pulling, pulling until I cried out. Sometimes he gripped me so hard I thought I would break under the pressure. Power surged through me suddenly like a rising wave, and when Andre reached me, his hand reaching out to touch my jaw, it crashed violently, washing through me and into him and back again. Light shone from my eyes as they went quick-silver with the rush of power and my body clenched low as an aftershock rocked my body, making me throb with need.
    “Taryn,” Andre whispered with a throaty laugh, “you are such a delight.” He stepped closer to me, closing the distance between us, his hand sliding along my jaw and up to the point of my ear before burying into my hair. He fisted his hand, tugging my head back, lifting my face to the ceiling with a pinch of pain as if he had read my thoughts. His now warm lips found mine, claiming my mouth as his tongue glided against mine. I pressed my body against his, my hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin. His firm thigh fit between mine, letting me straddle it and rub myself against him as he kissed me.
    His free hand slid over my hip, up my ribs, and finally cupped my breast. His thumb brushed over my tender nipple, making it pucker again, and I whimpered into his mouth. His fangs came down, nicking the inside of my lip, making the metallic tang of my blood flavor our kiss. He drew my lip into his mouth, sucking on it as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching as he twisted my hair a little tighter. Unable to control myself, I rubbed my wet pussy against his leg, faster and faster, in time with the tiny pulse in my lip as his tongue encouraged the blood flow. I reached for his cock, wanting to stroke him until he came in my hand, hopefully in time with me, but I only had time to caress the warm, pliable flesh before he grabbed my wrist again.
    “No,” he whispered into my mouth, placing my hand on his chest. “Only you, my sweet little elf.” I whimpered, shifting my hips against his leg.
    My nails cut into his skin and he growled into my mouth, making my stomach knot in anticipation. I felt my magic filling me, pressing at the edges of my body, bouncing back and forth from every spot that Andre touched me, mouth, breast, and pussy, drinking in the power he offered me with the pleasure and the pain. My clit swelled as I edged closer and closer to the orgasm, uncontrolled noises spilling from me into his mouth. Just when I felt the pressure cresting between my thighs, Andre broke our kiss and pulled my hair hard, stretching my neck, baring my throat for him.
    He dipped his head forward and his fangs slid into my throat, my blood bursting into his mouth, and I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me as I ground my body against his. My legs finally gave out under me as my body shook with the pleasure; only Andre’s arms around my waist held me up. He thrust his leg harder between mine, rubbing his wet thigh against me, massaging my throbbing clit, drawing out wave after hot wave as he drank from me.
    Slowly he withdrew his fangs, holding my body close to his, and his tongue lapped at my neck, cleaning and closing the wounds. I let my eyes fall closed as I enjoyed the warm honey feeling swirling through my body.
    “That’s three,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, his