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Without fulfilling his customary process, Darius's sleep had been fitful and uneasy. But Tempest was
young and used to going her own way, so he had sacrificed his restorative rest to ensure her cooperation
and security. Now he rubbed strands of her red-gold hair through his fingertips. Red hair. Green eyes.
Hot temper. Strong will Her skin was warm and alluring. In her trance-induced sleep her heart beat
strong, and her breath caused the rise and fall of her full, creamy breasts.
Darius bent his head to taste her skin even as he is sued the command for her to awaken. His mind
caught hers as she drowsily complied, feeding his own urgent hunger to her, building erotic images of his
desires in her head. His mouth moved over her slowly, languidly his teeth occasionally nipping, claiming
every part c her. He could feel the rhythm of her heart change to match his. His body hardened,
demanded; his blood rushed in heated need. He felt her body answer as hot blood surged through her
veins, carrying flames, carrying need.
Before she was fully awake, fully aware of her surroundings, he turned her world into an erotic fantasy
Darius tasted the warmth of her throat, his hand moving to cup her breast possessively. Though she was
small c stature, her bones delicate, her breasts were full, fitting into his palms as if made for him. He took
an almost savage joy in the way his body hardened in aggressive male response.
His mouth moved over her shoulder, stopping to dwell in the small hollow there. His tongue lapped
gently, insistently, tracing the valley between her breasts, paying close attention to each nipple, a task that
sent fire racing through his blood. He closed his eyes for a brief moment savoring the texture of her skin,
the fire spreading through his own body. But it soon became necessary to trace each indentation along
her ribs, to inspect he stomach with his tongue.
His hands moved lower still, to the slender curve c her hips, caressing the satin skin there. Beneath his
palms, she moved restlessly, still drowsy, only partially aware of what he was doing. But her body was
alive with need for him. He shared that, connected in her mind as he was. Darius smiled to himself,
enjoying the knowledge that at his every rising she would be with him, her body soft and welcoming.
Her legs were shifting, and his hands began a slow caressing of her thighs. A soft little sound escaped her
throat as she tried to decide if this was some erotic fantasy or if it was real. She had no sense of where
she was, only of the mouth moving lazily but thoroughly over every inch of her body.
Darius pushed his hand into the nest of tight curls, felt her pulsing heat. As she moved to press closer, he
simply lowered his head to taste her. Tempest cried out, somewhere between alarm and pleasure, her
fists tangling in his hair, drawing him closer. White heat, blue lightning rushed through her and into him.
The sensation was astounding, Darius feeling the way her body rippled with pleasure.
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His own body was brutally relentless, so full and heavy that he was afraid he might break her if he
moved too fiercely. As they shared her shattering release, Tempest's hands moved over the carved
muscles of his back to rest on his hips. Darius lifted his head, his eyes burning down into her.
Normally modest, Tempest should have felt shy. Instead she caught the images in his mind, his hungry
need, and she felt like a wanton temptress-and liked it. She pushed him backward so that he lay down.
Her hands inspected his chest. Smiling a little, she bent her head to lap gently at his hot skin. He even
tasted masculine. With his mind firmly entrenched in hers, she could feel the fire sweeping through his
blood, feel the relentless, aching need of his body. Deliberately she allowed her silken hair to fall over his
sensitive skin, heightening the sensation even more.
Darius whispered her name, his white teeth coming together helplessly. She was taking her sweet time,
driving him crazy with anticipation, her mouth traveling leisurely over his flat belly to find the indentations
at his hips. Her hand brushed him, and his body tightened even more. He bit out her name again, a
command this time, but Tempest refused to listen. Her tongue tasted him in a long slow caress that
brought his hands up to clench her hair, forcing her head to him.
She had the audacity to laugh at him, her warn breath adding to the conflagration building in his body
Her hand moved up and over him, testing his weight the thickness of him. Then he was shouting hoarsely
The silken feel of her mouth on him was incredible. Hot tight, moist. She knew what he liked by the
images in his mind, and Darius was lost to the world. Lost in the beauty of what they shared.
She teased him. Tortured him. Reveled in her power over him. He stood it as long as he was physically
able to; then he dragged her head up by a fistful of red-gold hair. No matter if he was brutal, it was the
only thing he was capable of doing at that moment. His hands found her waist and pulled her over him.
With their gazes locked together, Tempest slowly lowered herself over him so that he speared her, inch
by inch. Her waiting sheath was so hot and moist, so tight and velvet soft, that Darius's fingers bit deep
into her hips to keep him from exploding. Where was his centuries-old self-control?
Tempest found it amazing to know exactly what he wanted. She started to ride him slowly, but it fast
turned into a frenzied motion, her muscles clenching around him, taking him deep within her. His hands
moved over her body, inspecting her small waist, narrow rib cage, and full breasts. Then he was leaning
up toward her, a slow, inexorable movement that nearly stopped her heart. She could feel the hunger in
him, his need to take her blood-more a sexual urge than a physical hunger. He had done so many times,
but she had never seen his teeth other than perfect. Now he made no attempt to hide his lengthening
incisors from her as he bent his head to her throat.
He thrust upward, burying himself deep within her as his teeth sank into her soft throat. He shared the
ultimate sensation with her, their bodies and minds joined, sharing the very essence of life together. His
body was on fire, the conflagration building and building until there was no controlling it. He swept her
along with him until they were both exploding wildly, the very earth shaking beneath them.
He forced himself to stop taking more of her blood simply to satisfy his insatiable craving for her.
Already he had noted the differences in her, her ability to hear and see much more acutely. He was
inadvertently enhancing her senses. Altering the humanness he had vowed to preserve. Darius swept his
arms protectively around her. Nothing was going to hurt her. Not ever. Not even he.
Tempest was content to lie upon the hard strength of his body, feeling sheltered and thoroughly loved.
He was a perfect lover, careful of her even at his roughest moments. She could hear their hearts beat in
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Without fulfilling his customary process, Darius's sleep had been fitful and uneasy. But Tempest was
young and used to going her own way, so he had sacrificed his restorative rest to ensure her cooperation
and security. Now he rubbed strands of her red-gold hair through his fingertips. Red hair. Green eyes.
Hot temper. Strong will Her skin was warm and alluring. In her trance-induced sleep her heart beat
strong, and her breath caused the rise and fall of her full, creamy breasts.
Darius bent his head to taste her skin even as he is sued the command for her to awaken. His mind
caught hers as she drowsily complied, feeding his own urgent hunger to her, building erotic images of his
desires in her head. His mouth moved over her slowly, languidly his teeth occasionally nipping, claiming
every part c her. He could feel the rhythm of her heart change to match his. His body hardened,
demanded; his blood rushed in heated need. He felt her body answer as hot blood surged through her
veins, carrying flames, carrying need.
Before she was fully awake, fully aware of her surroundings, he turned her world into an erotic fantasy
Darius tasted the warmth of her throat, his hand moving to cup her breast possessively. Though she was
small c stature, her bones delicate, her breasts were full, fitting into his palms as if made for him. He took
an almost savage joy in the way his body hardened in aggressive male response.
His mouth moved over her shoulder, stopping to dwell in the small hollow there. His tongue lapped
gently, insistently, tracing the valley between her breasts, paying close attention to each nipple, a task that
sent fire racing through his blood. He closed his eyes for a brief moment savoring the texture of her skin,
the fire spreading through his own body. But it soon became necessary to trace each indentation along
her ribs, to inspect he stomach with his tongue.
His hands moved lower still, to the slender curve c her hips, caressing the satin skin there. Beneath his
palms, she moved restlessly, still drowsy, only partially aware of what he was doing. But her body was
alive with need for him. He shared that, connected in her mind as he was. Darius smiled to himself,
enjoying the knowledge that at his every rising she would be with him, her body soft and welcoming.
Her legs were shifting, and his hands began a slow caressing of her thighs. A soft little sound escaped her
throat as she tried to decide if this was some erotic fantasy or if it was real. She had no sense of where
she was, only of the mouth moving lazily but thoroughly over every inch of her body.
Darius pushed his hand into the nest of tight curls, felt her pulsing heat. As she moved to press closer, he
simply lowered his head to taste her. Tempest cried out, somewhere between alarm and pleasure, her
fists tangling in his hair, drawing him closer. White heat, blue lightning rushed through her and into him.
The sensation was astounding, Darius feeling the way her body rippled with pleasure.
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His own body was brutally relentless, so full and heavy that he was afraid he might break her if he
moved too fiercely. As they shared her shattering release, Tempest's hands moved over the carved
muscles of his back to rest on his hips. Darius lifted his head, his eyes burning down into her.
Normally modest, Tempest should have felt shy. Instead she caught the images in his mind, his hungry
need, and she felt like a wanton temptress-and liked it. She pushed him backward so that he lay down.
Her hands inspected his chest. Smiling a little, she bent her head to lap gently at his hot skin. He even
tasted masculine. With his mind firmly entrenched in hers, she could feel the fire sweeping through his
blood, feel the relentless, aching need of his body. Deliberately she allowed her silken hair to fall over his
sensitive skin, heightening the sensation even more.
Darius whispered her name, his white teeth coming together helplessly. She was taking her sweet time,
driving him crazy with anticipation, her mouth traveling leisurely over his flat belly to find the indentations
at his hips. Her hand brushed him, and his body tightened even more. He bit out her name again, a
command this time, but Tempest refused to listen. Her tongue tasted him in a long slow caress that
brought his hands up to clench her hair, forcing her head to him.
She had the audacity to laugh at him, her warn breath adding to the conflagration building in his body
Her hand moved up and over him, testing his weight the thickness of him. Then he was shouting hoarsely
The silken feel of her mouth on him was incredible. Hot tight, moist. She knew what he liked by the
images in his mind, and Darius was lost to the world. Lost in the beauty of what they shared.
She teased him. Tortured him. Reveled in her power over him. He stood it as long as he was physically
able to; then he dragged her head up by a fistful of red-gold hair. No matter if he was brutal, it was the
only thing he was capable of doing at that moment. His hands found her waist and pulled her over him.
With their gazes locked together, Tempest slowly lowered herself over him so that he speared her, inch
by inch. Her waiting sheath was so hot and moist, so tight and velvet soft, that Darius's fingers bit deep
into her hips to keep him from exploding. Where was his centuries-old self-control?
Tempest found it amazing to know exactly what he wanted. She started to ride him slowly, but it fast
turned into a frenzied motion, her muscles clenching around him, taking him deep within her. His hands
moved over her body, inspecting her small waist, narrow rib cage, and full breasts. Then he was leaning
up toward her, a slow, inexorable movement that nearly stopped her heart. She could feel the hunger in
him, his need to take her blood-more a sexual urge than a physical hunger. He had done so many times,
but she had never seen his teeth other than perfect. Now he made no attempt to hide his lengthening
incisors from her as he bent his head to her throat.
He thrust upward, burying himself deep within her as his teeth sank into her soft throat. He shared the
ultimate sensation with her, their bodies and minds joined, sharing the very essence of life together. His
body was on fire, the conflagration building and building until there was no controlling it. He swept her
along with him until they were both exploding wildly, the very earth shaking beneath them.
He forced himself to stop taking more of her blood simply to satisfy his insatiable craving for her.
Already he had noted the differences in her, her ability to hear and see much more acutely. He was
inadvertently enhancing her senses. Altering the humanness he had vowed to preserve. Darius swept his
arms protectively around her. Nothing was going to hurt her. Not ever. Not even he.
Tempest was content to lie upon the hard strength of his body, feeling sheltered and thoroughly loved.
He was a perfect lover, careful of her even at his roughest moments. She could hear their hearts beat in
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