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His first time with a female…and he’d lost his erection. God, he wanted to throw up.

V broke Jane’s skin with his fangs, penetrating her throat, tapping into her vein, latching on with his lips. As she was human, the rush of power at the drinking came not from the composition of her blood, but the fact that it was her. Her taste was what he was after. Her taste…and his consumption of a piece of her.

When she cried out, he knew it wasn’t from pain. Her body was lush with her arousal, and that scent got even stronger as he took what he wanted from her, took her sex with his cock, took her blood with his mouth.

“Come with me,” he said hoarsely, releasing her throat and letting her prop herself up against the sink again. “Come…with…me.”

“Oh, God…”

V locked into her hips as he started to orgasm, and she went over the edge with him, her body sucking on his erection just as he had worked at her neck. The exchange felt fair and satisfying; she was now in him and he was in her. It was right. It was good.

Mine.

After it was over, they were both breathing hard.

“Are you all right?” he asked on a gasp, very aware that the question had never before come out of his mouth following sex.

When she didn’t reply, he eased back from her a little. On her pale skin he could see the marks he’d left on her, red blushes from his rough handling. Nearly everyone he’d ever fucked had ended up with them because he liked it rough, needed it rough. And he’d never been bothered by what he’d left behind on other people’s bodies.

The marks bothered him now. Bothered him even more as he wiped his hand across his mouth and came away with a smudge of her blood.

Oh, Jesus… He’d used her too hard. It had been way too hard. “Jane, I’m so—”

“Amazing.” She shook her head, her cap of blond hair swinging at her cheeks. “That was…amazing.”

“Are you sure I didn’t—”

“Just amazing. Although I’m afraid to let go of this sink because I’ll fall over.”

Relief went to his head, a drunken buzz. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You overwhelmed me…but in the way that if I had a good girlfriend I would call her up and be like, ‘Oh, my God I just had the sex of my life.’”

“Good. That’s…good.” He so didn’t want to leave her core, especially if she was talking like that. But he moved his hips back and slipped his erection free so she had a break.

From the back she was exquisite. Temple-pounding beautiful. Totally takeable. His arousal beat like a heart as he pulled his pajama bottoms up and stuffed himself into the flannel.

V straightened Jane slowly and looked at her face as it came up in the mirror. Her eyes were glassy, her mouth open, her cheeks flushed. On her neck his bite mark was just where he wanted it: right where everyone could see.

He turned her around to face him and ran his gloved forefinger up her throat, catching the thin trail of blood from the punctures. He licked the black leather clean, savoring the taste of her, wanting more.

“I’m going to seal this closed, okay?”

She nodded, and he dipped his head. As he delicately ran his tongue over the holes, he closed his eyes and got lost nuzzling her. Next time he wanted to go between her legs and tap into the vein that ran down the juncture of her hips, tap into it so he could alternate between sucking at her blood and licking at her sex.

He leaned to the side and turned the shower on, then stripped off the button-down shirt she wore. Her breasts were covered in white lace, the pink tips visible through the lovely pattern. Bending down, he suckled one of her nipples through the fine weave and was rewarded with her hand easing into his hair and a moan bubbling up her throat.

He growled and slipped his palm between her legs. What he’d left behind was on the inside of her thighs, and though it made him a crass bastard, he wanted it to stay there. He wanted to leave that stuff where it was and put more inside of her.

Ah, yes, the instincts of the bonded male. He wanted her to wear him like she did her own skin: all over.

He took her bra off her and eased her into the shower, holding her by the