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There is no need for you to be uncomfortable."
Her hand was enveloped in his before she could think, an instinctive reaction to the allure of sex that
surrounded him. He was drawing her to her feet, his arm circling her small waist before she had a chance
to protest. His body was hard and hot, the scent of him filling her mind. When she inhaled, she took him
into her lungs so that he rushed through her body like a strong drug. Whatever the chemistry was
between them, she could not deny to herself it was hot, inflammatory, and instant.
"I cannot take your blood," she whispered, afraid if she tasted him she would be lost for all time.
Julian's white teeth gleamed for an instant above her head; then he bent slowly, almost languidly toward
her soft throat. His golden eyes were hot with desire, holding hers for a long moment before his lashes
descended and she felt his mouth move against her skin.
Desari's entire body clenched in reaction. His arms tightened like steel bands around her, yet his hold
was oddly protective. His body swelled against hers with need, a raging demand he made no attempt to
hide. His lips were firm and soft as they nuzzled her pulse. His teeth nipped gently; his tongue provided a
rougher rasping that teased and enticed. "Would you deny me then?" he asked softly, his mouth against
her satin skin.
She could deny him nothing. Her body was no longer her own, but his other half. Desari pressed closer,
needing to give him whatever it was he needed so desperately. There was no room for thought. She felt
his breath, so warm and enticing, his tongue stroking her skin so that heat pooled low within her and she
ached for him. She closed her eyes, her arms sliding up to cradle his head. White-hot heat pierced her
throat, a pleasure so intense it was almost pain. She heard herself moan, felt his mouth feeding on her,
taking the essence of her life into his body, sealing them together in some erotic way she didn't
understand.
She had fed every night for centuries; she had given blood numerous times when it was needed. It had
never been like this. Fire racing through her body, hot, leaping flames demanding relief. She felt like a
living flame burning in his arms, her body moving restlessly, aching and impatient for the hard aggression
of his.
Julian sealed the marks on her throat with a caress of his tongue, at the same time opening the buttons on
his shirt with one hand while the other palmed her nape. He murmured something to her in Italian,
something soft and aching and sexy, and the smoky need touched off a wildness in her she had never
known. He pressed her to his heavy muscles, reached down to gather her small, jeans-clad bottom into
his hand so he could urge her more closely into the thick evidence of his arousal.
He smelled fresh and masculine. Her body was on fire for him, her skin so sensitive her breasts ached,
her nipples chafing in the thin, lacy bra that confined her. Hunger was swamping her, sexual as well as
physical. She couldn't begin to tell where she began and he left off. His heart beat strong and fast, waiting
for her, needing her, wanting her. Hunger was a raw ache between her legs, in her stomach, her breasts,
gnawing mercilessly at her until she felt her teeth pierce his skin.
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At once pleasure beat at her; it took hold and rushed through her body like a wall of flame, a firestorm
of beauty and ecstasy. Sweet and hot. Immeasurable. Like nothing she had ever known. It was addictive,
consuming, eternal. There would never be a Desari without Julian. Never a Julian without Desari. She
would need his body, his blood, and his soul for all the rest of her days. He would need hers.
Gasping, terrified, Desari closed the tiny pinpricks and held on to him, the only solid anchor in a world
that seemed to be disintegrating around her. At once his arms were there, real and strong, his chin
nuzzling the top of her head so that silken strands of her hair were caught in the golden shadow on his
jaw, weaving them together like threads. "Do not fear this,piccola . I know what to do. I am ancient and
powerful and know the ways of our people. This is natural for us."
She shook her head, her heart pounding. "Not for me. You do not understand at all, Julian. I cannot
leave my family. I have been in your mind and know your intentions for us. You are a loner, even a bit of
a renegade. You like to set your own rules and go your own way. You follow your Prince, but rather
loosely."
Julian's hand again came up to caress the nape of her neck, easing the tension out of her. "We have time
to get used to one another."
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