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body in response. Moisture coated his fingers and then one of his fingers found the sweet spot. The sweet joy of it nearly made her scream.
    She found him staring at her as he moved his finger up and down, rubbing and stroking. She was a mass of quivering need and smoldering passion. Christina closed her eyes, allowed herself to flow with the sweet agony of the sexual need that consumed her. The orgasm came quickly, hard and fast, rippling inside her as her body jerked and shuddered. A soft moan escaped her lips.  
    His hand stilled. Gently, he straightened her legs so that her feet rested on his lap. Christina opened her eyes, feeling as if she’d just tasted nirvana. “That was incredible,” she said.
    Sex had always been great. Christina knew how to take and to give. But this had been something else. The feeling of complete helplessness and vulnerability as he reduced her to the state of an animal only concerned with her most basic needs was unmatched.
    And she had a feeling that this had only been the beginning.
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    Count Van Bower lifted her off the couch and carried her to the bed. He moved with an easy and fluid grace as if she weighed nothing. He put her on the bed, took off the rest of his clothes, and placed them on her desk’s chair.  Seeing his hard, muscled body, Christina sucked in a breath. She was already aroused again.
    He was hard, his penis rigid and ready. But still, he didn’t come to the bed. Instead, he crouched and with a powerful leap jumped to the top of her cupboard. Her eyes widened with disbelief. A moment he’d been standing perfectly still, and the next he was somewhere else.
    “My speed and stamina are unparalleled.” He leapt off the cupboard on to the bed. Putting his hands under her butt, he lifted her high and then brought her down straight on his penis. With one powerful thrust, he was deep inside her. He arched his hips, pushing his penis as far as it would go. Moaning with need, crazy with lustful hunger, Christina moved up and down. He controlled her movements with his hands, setting the pace. The tug started in her belly, the yearning, the craving for sweet release. It built slowly, agonizingly soft at first and then increasing until finally she was caught in the throes of a momentous wave. She squealed, closed her eyes as a powerful orgasm undulated through her body. Her belly tightened. The muscle spasm was uncontrollable, unbearable.
    Christina shook with relief while he watched her with an amused grin.
    His hands cupped her breasts, squeezed, moved to her back and settled under hips. He lifted her easily as if she weighed nothing and brought her down to lay by his side. Christina could still feel the vibrations of the last orgasm in her body. Her legs trembled, and her heart beat at a furious speed. It felt as if her insides had melted and turned into jelly. She couldn’t even lift her hand.
    He moved his leg over hers, his arm over her chest, entrapping her. She could feel his hard penis against her hip bone. He was still erect. His outstanding control amazed her.
    “I can feel your heartbeat. So soft. So fragile.” He put his hand over her heart and then leaned it to lick her shoulder. 
    Christina slipped her hand over his chest. She couldn’t feel his heart beat. “What about yours?”
    He grinned. “Vampires are technically dead. Our hearts don’t beat.”
    Despite seeing evidence of his extraordinary strength and agility, she wasn’t quite ready to believe him. She moved her hand around, trying to find his beating pulse. But all her efforts were in vain. He, indeed, didn’t have a heartbeat. Finally, she stopped trying. Her gaze shifted to his face. It was unbelievable, impossible. “You’re…a vampire.”
    “Are you frightened now?”
    She couldn’t deny the truth. “A little bit.”
    “Only a little bit. You amaze me, Christina.” He dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily. She couldn’t help it. Her body had a mind