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stone until his next act of bravery.
    “You feel so good, Tracy. So wet and welcoming.”
    He reached down to rub her clit and she moaned again.
    “Do you like this?”
    “Yes,” she murmured in a voice that sounded much huskier
than her normal one.
    He leaned down to kiss her, his long blond hair cascading
around them both. The coil of desire down below spread up to her lips as their
tongues mingled. She tasted herself on his lips, a heady reminder of his
talents. Desire spread to her entire body, sending warmth and tingling
sensations throughout her, she couldn’t even pinpoint the focal point of her
ecstasy.
    The deeper he penetrated, moving harder and faster each
time, the more he kept up the pressure on her clit. His cock hammering into her
core almost made her lose focus. She grabbed him tightly around his shoulder
blades and bit into his shoulder to stifle a scream of both pleasure and pain.
    “Go ahead. Let loose,” he said.
    His words combined with the knowledge they had only one
night together spurred her to lose any inhibition. She lifted her hips, rising
to buck against him with each thrust. The increasing friction made her quiver
with need and she clasped him tighter as they climbed to a feverish pitch.
Feral sounds escaped her as she reached into his hair. When she climaxed, she
screamed out in a way she’d never done before as she pulsated around him and
sent him to the edge.
    “Oh god, Tracy. Yes!”
    He pummeled his throbbing cock so deeply into her she cried
out. After he came, he lay on top of her, pushing his hair away. His quickened
breath warmed her neck as their hearts pounded against one another.
    When their breathing slowed down enough so they could talk,
Tracy asked, “How much time do we have left?” She glanced at her alarm clock,
which indicated it was almost three a.m.
    He pulled her into his arms. “Not long enough.”

Chapter Three
     
    Tracy woke up in warmth. Strong male arms enclosed her and
it took a moment to remember. When she recalled her night with Danton, she was
positive what she experienced wasn’t a dream. The man behind her held her in a
protective embrace, reminding her of who and what he was.
    A gargoyle.
    Holy shit!
    Her heart pounded. Gargoyles existed. They could transform
into men. The statue she spoke to many times in Vamps had turned into a
mouthwatering Viking warrior with the cock of a god who’d fucked her like no
other man had before.
    The man in her bed whose arms were entwined around her.
    Tracy sat up and his arm fell down across her lap. His blond
hair splayed across the pillow like a crown and over his face. She moved a
strand of hair from his cheek. His face appeared peaceful, so young. She
wondered how old he actually was. Decades? Centuries?
    Her movement must have stirred him as his eyes fluttered and
then opened.
    “ Bon matin, mon ange .”
    She knew enough high school French to respond. “ Bon matin ,
Danton.”
    He laughed. “Did I slip into French?”
    She nodded.
    “My native language. But you understood what I said?”
    “Yes, you said ‘good morning, my angel’. Je parle un peu
français .”
    “ Très bien .” He brushed a finger over her lower lip
and let it drag down over her chin. “You pronounce it very well.”
    Although her heart raced under his touch, she managed to
respond. “ Merci .”
    His fingers continued down over her collarbone and onto a
breast, squeezing its fullness. “You are gorgeous, Tracy.” He circled her
nipple, tweaking it gently. It hardened in response to his dexterous touch. “Do
you have plans today?” He leaned up to lick her nipple and then enclosed it in
his warm mouth.
    Tracy threw her head back instinctively. “Nothing I can’t
reschedule.”
    “Can I convince you to spend the morning here with me? In
your bed?”
    Tracy scooted back down onto the pillow and circled her arm
around his neck. He resumed worshiping her breasts as desire welled deep within
her.
    “I could spend all day