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agony.
    As she threaded her fingers through his thick, tousled hair, she couldn’t think, couldn’t begin to reason out why this was happening to her. Inexplicable wants wracked her—to lick his skin, to have his body pressing heavily on hers.
    She brought her parted lips to his neck, kissing up from his collar. In turn, he thrust his erection against her, as if he couldn’t help himself, then seemed to be willing himself not to do it again. But she was thrilled to find his shaft was huge and rigid, insistent against her. It made her body grow wet, wanting it.
    Unable to stop herself, she flicked her tongue out to taste his skin. Sensation spiked within her, and she moaned. Had any male ever tasted so good? His taste made her body react with animal needs so strong, she twitched as she resisted them. She wanted to rip his jeans from him, take that thick shaft in both hands, and lick its length in a frenzy.
    Imagining that made her roll her hips against him, and after a shuddering hesitation he met her. He hissed in a breath and rumbled foreign words in her ear. The entire castle shook—from her lightning, a Valkyrie’s lightning produced by her emotion.
    Lightning, pleasure of any kind, had been denied her for so long.
    She knew this was forbidden, knew she would regret it, but at that moment, she didn’t care. For some unknown reason, she’d been granted a window of opportunity with this male, enabling her to know passion once more. Just once more, that was all she wanted, before cold and nothingness crept over her again…
    So she took his kisses and returned them. Even as her ardor overwhelmed her, she tried to justify her actions. They wouldn’t do more than this. This was forgivable. They were still clothed.
    He clutched her ass, fingers splayed, holding her firmly so he could thrust. Strong male… immortal male…
    With a body like a god’s.
    “Harder,” she whispered, then somehow she was backed against the wall, his hand behind her head to take the impact as he pressed her into it. His entire rigid body covered hers. Good, he was getting more aggressive. No! If he takes the reins, I’m lost…
    lost to him.
    It had been so long.
    A tight and aching coil was rapturously unfurling with each of the vampire’s determined shoves. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded between ragged breaths. For the first time in a millennium, she was going to climax.
    Reading her mind, he rasped, “Can I make you… come like this?”
    “Yes!” she cried against his mouth. “Keep going! I need you to!”
    “Need?” He groaned as if excited by the word. “The problem is… I will, too.” His voice rough with lust, he said, “I’ve got to take you, Bride.”
    She stiffened at his words, as if she were waking up, then turned her face away. “Wait! I can’t… I can’t do this!”
    “I can give you what you need, I swear it,” he grated, even as he cursed his lack of experience. He’d figure it bloody well out. “Just let me have you.”
    She shook her head wildly, thrashing in his arms. “Noooo!”
    As a human, he would have let her go immediately. But instinct told him not to. While understanding so little about what was happening, he somehow knew it was critical to have something shared between them, even a brief morning of pleasure.
    He couldn’t allow this to stop—not before he’d given her release and taken his from her body as well. “Then we’ll only be as before.” If this was all she’d permit before she came to her senses, then he’d take what he could get.
    “You don’t understand—”
    Shocking himself, he cut off her protest, hands cradling her face so he could take her mouth hard. She tensed, seeming merely to endure his kiss. Then, after a moment, she gave an answering moan that made him sweat with relief. Her claws were back into his shoulders. He rocked into her, and his thoughts grew murkier, replaced by urgent want.
    The rougher he became, the more she gave cries into his mouth that