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would have stopped in that instant.  She couldn’t have seen him.  Could she?  His kind were used to living in the shadows, had done it for thousands of years. 
    Had he truly been that careless?
    Had his obsession with her made him forget all of the rules ingrained in him?
    H e pulled her hands away from his face.  But before he could back away, she reached up and pressed her lips against his.  For a moment, he was too stunned to move.  But then, he felt her tongue stroke his lower lip.   He let out a low growl as he gave in to the temptation clawing at him.  Taking control of the kiss, his tongue drove into her mouth.  It traced her lips, her teeth, the hollow of her mouth before drawing her own out to play.  His hands framed her face, his fingers memorizing her cheekbones, the line of her jaw.
    She was the most beautiful creature he ’d ever seen in all his years, and for this moment she was his.   She pulled him on top of her, his hips settling between her legs.  Her nipples hardened against his chest, and her legs wrapped around his waist as she let out a low moan. 
    Her heat seemed to burn through the icy layer of his skin.  He wanted nothing more than to plunge into that warmth, to feel it surround him. For a moment, he indulged and let himself enjoy the way she writhed against him.  He allowed her breath to fill the hollow shell of his body. 
    After the life he led, he resigned himself to hell long ago.  But nothing could be closer to heaven than the ecstasy of holding her in his arms.  Her heart beat rhythmically against his chest.  She was pure hot fire, and in this moment she was burning for him. 
    His hands slid under her dress, feeling the smooth skin of her legs.  One hand slid up her abdomen to cup her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple through the fabric of her dress. 
    “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she murmured the words against his mouth .
    He rose up on his elbows, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at her.  She couldn’t know what she was saying.  He rolled away, his eyes squeezing shut as the harsh realization ripped through him.
    What the hell was he doing?
    If Tarquin knew, he would surely kill Alec for this.
    And he would have every right to do it.
    Alec leaned back on the bed, willing the strong desire to stop.
    Before he could move away, she rubbed her body along his as she settled on top of him.  Her hands framed his face as she pressed her lips against his.  His hands curled in the bed sheets in an attempt to refrain from grabbing her, from holding her to him.  He felt her tongue stroke the line of his lips.  He struggled for a control he wasn’t sure he possessed.
    For so long, he had watched her, wanted her , and now she was here in his arms.  It was the worst kind of torture.  He allowed his hands the luxury of gripping her hips as she writhed against him. 
    He shouldn’t be doing this.
    He shouldn’t even be touching her.
    He flipped her on the bed reversing their positions to put him on top.  He was about to put an end to this when her soft voice stopped him with a single word.
    “Please.”
    Her heavy lidded gaze met his. 
    “It’s not safe,” he explained in a voice that sounded husky to his own ears.
    She placed a tender kiss on his mouth.  “I have protection in my purse.”
    He frowned at her statement.  Just what had she thought would happen tonight?  Had she been expecting to meet someone at the club?  Expecting to sleep with them?
    The thought filled him with a jealous rage he had no right to feel.  Just thinking of her with anyone else made his fangs extend.  Luckily, the darkness of the room hid his terrible secret. 
    “I want to be with you,” she whispered.
    Everything in his body seemed to come to life at the sound of her voice.
    Deep down he knew she couldn’t possibly know what she was asking for.  The drugs had surely let loose her inhibitions.  But knowing that didn’t stop him from pretending for just a few