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emotions
gripped him. Sexual desire became predominant. His pulse hammered away at his
insides. A sensual heat spread through his body, strangely timed, yet
familiarly exciting.
    The tightening in his groin continued. His cock throbbed
hard, fighting against the constraint of his pants. He thought of it loose,
thrusting into the constrictions of Rye’s cunt. The beat of his heart quickened
at the prospect of discovering her vagina a tight, welcoming passage.
    Then suddenly, his head went light, his mind dizzy. He
forced his thoughts on the pain in his arm, the unnatural draining of his
blood. It pried his attention away from the edge of his sexual fantasy and back
to Rye feasting on him.
    “How much do you need?” he asked, attempting to force her
free of his arm. “Rye, how much?”
    He thought of what she said, how she told him she’d need too
much. Would she deplete him of blood if he let her?
    To see if her cuts were healing, he yanked the coat out from
between them and chucked it to the back cargo area of the steam-trekker.
    Naked beneath him, Rye writhed with gluttonous delight. For
a moment, he thought of her pride, her concerns of someone watching her in this
state. He better understood her wish to hide this primal side of her lamian nature. But did she not realize humans were also mindless victims to the
euphoria of a different pleasure?
    He examined her visible wounds. Their healing was the best
indicator for setting a limit to her intake of his blood.
    “That’s enough,” he said when he saw the worst gashes in her
belly had already healed shut.
    He tried pulling his arm from her mouth again but she had
sunk her teeth into his flesh, using them as anchors.
    “You have to stop, Rye.” He tugged and twisted, struggling
to get her unhooked.
    She fought his attempt and remained latched on.
    In a rise of panic, Sevrin grabbed a fistful of her dirty
hair and wrenched her head back, ripping her teeth out of his arm.
    She hissed with infuriation.
    He had never seen a lamian look as feral and
dangerous as she did or as intensely desirable. The crimson glow of her
hypnotic eyes drew him to her. His body reacted just as ardently as it had
before, tingling on the inside and hardening on the outside.
    Aroused by her heavy breathing, he released his hold on her
hair and dropped his hand to her shoulder. His mind raced with needs he no
longer wanted to control. With the back of his hand, he stroked her tense jaw,
her taut neck and finally her heaving breast. Between thumb and forefinger, he
fondled her rigid nipple, rolling the metal ring piercing up and down.
    A sensation of detachment left him in a dreamlike state. He
knew what he was doing was wildly inappropriate, but he couldn’t stop. Leaning
in farther, he aimed to taste her bloodstained lips, feel the softness of them
pressed to his. He touched them lightly with a kiss.
    When a sigh of contentment slipped free from him as if he
had found the true meaning of heaven, Rye suddenly thrust him away with
unbelievable strength, ten times his own. The force sent him sailing over the
center console of the steam-trekker. He hit his head on the roof before landing
behind the steering wheel and colliding with the driver’s side door.
    “I told you I didn’t want your blood,” Rye protested in a
harsh, adamant tone, which conveyed her remarkable recovery.
    Folding her arms up, she partially covered her breasts.
However, the move didn’t conceal all of her nakedness. She sat somewhat
sideways, her back against the steam-trekker’s door and her legs parted.
    Sevrin stared at the entry of her cunt. A glistening
translucent wetness to the parted lips suggested she had experienced a stronger
arousal then he had while she drank his blood.
    “I’m certainly not in any condition to be fucked,” she said,
closing her legs and twisting forward in the seat.
    Aware of his feelings, his actions and his stare, Sevrin
shifted around on his seat as well and faced the