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She caressed his face. “Your eyes are beautiful.”

“Useless.”

“Beautiful.”

She watched as he scanned her face. He was straining, as if trying to get his vision to work.

“Have they always been like this?” she whispered.

“I was born visually impaired. My sight got worse after my transition and will probably degenerate even more as I age.”

“So you can see something?”

“Yeah.” His hand lifted to her hair. When waves of it landed on her shoulder, she realized he was picking the pins out of her chignon. “I know I like your hair down, for instance. And I know you are very beautiful.”

His fingers traced the contours of her face, then brushed lightly down her neck to her collarbone. They kept going, marking a path between her breasts.

Her heart pounded. Her thoughts slowed down. The world receded until there was only Wrath.

“Sight is seriously overrated, though,” he murmured, flattening his palm over her sternum. The weight was heavy. Warm. A foretaste of what his body would feel like pressing hers down into the mattress. “Touch, taste, smell, hearing. The other four senses are just as important.”

He leaned forward, nuzzled her neck, and she felt a soft scratching. His fangs, she thought. Running up her throat.

She wanted him to bite her.

Wrath breathed in deeply. “You have a perfume to your skin that makes me hard. Instantly. All I have to do is smell you.”

She arched in his arms, rubbing herself against his thighs, thrusting her breasts up. Her head fell back, and she let out a little moan.

“God, I love that sound,” he said, moving his hand up to the base of her throat. “Make it for me again, Beth.”

He sucked her neck. She obliged.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Sweet heaven, that is so it.”

His fingers started traveling again, this time over to the tie on her dress. He loosened the bow.

“I wouldn’t let Fritz change the sheets.”

“What?” she mumbled.

“On the bed. After you left. I wanted to smell you when I lay down in them.”

The front of her dress slid open, and cool air hit her skin as his hand drifted up her rib cage. When he got to her bra, he drew a circle around the edges of one lace cup, gradually working his way inward until he brushed against her nipple.

Her body jerked, and she grabbed onto his shoulder. His muscles were rock solid from holding her off balance. She looked up into his fearsome, magnificent face.

His eyes literally glowed, the irises throwing off light that cast her breasts in shadows. The promise of raw, pounding sex and his ferocious hunger for her were obvious in the grinding of his jaw. The heat coming off his tremendous body. The tension in his legs and chest.

But he was utterly in control of himself. And her.

“You know, I’ve been too greedy with you,” he said, bringing his head down to her collarbone. He bit her lightly, not breaking her skin. Then his tongue licked over the spot, stroking, satin smooth. He moved lower, to her breastbone. “I really haven’t taken you properly yet.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” she said roughly.

He laughed with a deep rumble, his breath warm and moist over her skin. He kissed up the top of her breast, and then he took her nipple into his mouth, through the lace. She arched again, feeling like a dam had broken between her legs.

His head lifted, a smile of anticipation pulling at his mouth.

He gently slid the bra strap down and peeled the lace away. Her nipple puckered even more for him, and she watched as his dark head went down to her pale skin. His tongue, glossy and pink, came out of his mouth and licked her.

As her thighs parted without any demand from him, he laughed again, a thick, male sound of satisfaction.

His hand slipped in between the folds of her dress, brushing against her hip, moving slowly over to her lower belly. He found the edge of her panties and slid his forefinger underneath the lace. Just a little.

He moved that fingertip back and forth, a sensuous tickle inches from where she wanted it to be. Needed it to be.

“More,” she demanded. “I want more.”

“And you’ll get it.” His whole hand disappeared under the black