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  “Oh, god!” Erin cried as she climaxed. Before she’d relaxed from that orgasm, he plunged his tongue deeply into her ass, thrusting it like a cock, and she came yet again. Tears spilled onto her cheeks with the tide of pleasure crashing over her.

  This was way better than e-mails.

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  “Are you planning to make me a vampire?” Erin rolled onto her back, floating in a mist of pleasure. She could barely find the energy to speak. Her head pounded with rushing blood, her ass and pussy pulsed in luxurious ecstasy, and she was trying not to panic at the thought that Michael really wanted to turn her into the undead.

  Michael levered up on his arm at her side. He looked genuinely confused. “No, love. Why would you think that?” With his free hand he reached over to gently cup her breast, bouncing it lightly with his palm.

  Erin wiggled her index finger in his face. “You keep giving me your blood.”

  “You’ve merely tasted it,” he corrected. “You have to be at the point of death and drink a lot more to be turned.”

  “Oh.” She let her hand drop to her forehead and brushed her damp hair from her face. “Why did you do it then?”

  A wicked smile curved his seductive mouth. “To give you a fantastic orgasm. Vampire blood heightens erotic pleasure. It is also why we are renowned for our stamina.”

  “Mmmm. Well, I’ve never come like this before in my life.” Erin splayed her hand over his hot, solid, and deliciously sweaty chest. His heart pounded furiously against the heel of her hand. She gave a long feline stretch, wriggling her toes in sheer pleasure.

  He looked so boyishly pleased, she had to giggle.

  “I don’t want to turn you, sweetheart, I want you to save me.”

  “Are you certain you want to get your soul back?”

  “Most definitely.”

  “But why would you want to be mortal? Isn’t it a male dream to be blessed with a cock that always stands at attention?”

  “I want to be mortal to share my life with you, Erin.”

  Her heart tripped at his words. But most of her clients had promised to love, honor, and cherish.

  She was determined to be honest. “What if we discover we don’t get along? Great sex is … great, but are you sure you want to give up immortality when we barely know each other?”

  “I know I am in love with you.”

  “But I can’t say that about you, Michael. I don’t know anything about you. Everything you told me was a lie, wasn’t it?”

  “I never lied. I admit I didn’t tell you everything, but I never lied about what is in my heart.”

  “So are you going to tell me how sex wins back your soul?”

  “Not sex, exactly. I must pledge myself to you, and you must reward me with your love. We have to be in love—and it must be true, real, and unconditional love.”

  “And what happens if it isn’t?”

  “I burn up in flames.”

  Erin gaped at his nonchalant demeanor. “You do?”

  “Honestly.”

  Unconditional love? What did unconditional love even feel like? She didn’t know if she could ever give in to a love that powerful.

  Hell, did she believe him? Was this just an elaborate story? But even if his story was true … “Michael, I can’t make that kind of promise.”

  “I know.” His hand slid beneath her to cup her ass, fingers delving in the hot, damp valley between her cheeks. “Did you like what I did with my tongue?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  One finger teased her tight, puckered entrance. “I’d love to do it with my cock.” His fingertip circled inside her rim. “Would you like that? You never wrote that as one of your fantasies.”

  Her cheeks burned. “I was too shy.”

  “Roll onto your stomach,” he directed.

  His hand moved away, and she obeyed, sprawling over her sheets. She moaned as his fingertip returned, stroking her rim. He was so large, she was a little nervous, but also sopping wet with excitement at the thought of his huge cock taking her that way.

  What was the harm in trying more great sex for the sake of his soul?

  He kissed the curve of her low back. “I saw the beads in your bedside box. I know you have many more fantasies you never told me about. I would like to live out every one with you.”

  “Every one? I don’t know…. Oh, wait, I guess you do have eternity.”

  “You’re teasing me. You don’t want to discuss your uninhibited side.” His hot breath licked up her spine. “Have you ever used your beads on a man?”

  “No,” she admitted. “But …” Her voice failed. This was so … forbidden, secret, personal.

  She doubted she’d shock him, but still …

  “I used them on myself,” she mumbled into her pillow.

  “The way you would on me?” Michael asked, his voice low and seductive and rich with sin. “Did you slide the beads up your ass, one at a time, feeling the little pop as each one passed your snug rim? Were your legs trembling in anticipation as you did?”

  A weak “yes” passed her lips. What did he do? Read minds?

  Oh, but vampires did, didn’t they?

  His breath tingled between her ass cheeks. “Was your pussy dripping sweet, hot honey as you pushed the beads in higher, filling yourself? Did you feel naughty? Did you put them all inside, leaving just a small loop to wrap around your finger?”

  “How do you know this? Have you done it?”

  “Yes, but a very long time ago. With a string of pearls.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  He lay over her. Erin felt his hard cock skate over the valley between her cheeks. Oh, god, she wanted him inside. Her ass was eager, ready.

  “Yes,” he replied. “How did you make yourself come, Erin? Were you with a man who slid his big cock in your molten cunt?”

  “I was by myself. I used a …” She stopped, assuming he got the picture.

  “A big, fat, long dildo?”

  “Yes,” she answered. She tipped her head back, sending her tangled hair spilling down her spine. She stared up into his large, reflective eyes, blushing madly. “But not as long or as fat as you. Now, please, please, please, Michael, would you fuck me?”

  Michael cradled one plump cheek. His thumb slid in the glistening droplets his cock had leaked over her. He trailed it between Erin’s cheeks, tapping it at her entrance as he uncurled his fingers within the lips of her pussy.

  So wet for him. So ready.

  She handed him a pillow, and he slipped it beneath her hips, so her ass was presented to him like a precious jewel on display.

  His breathing was ragged. His cock as rigid as a pistol. Taking his hard shaft in hand, he forced it down to dip between her legs, to stir Erin’s wet pussy. She tried to arch down to lead him to the right place, and he stopped teasing her, pressing the big, full head to her anus.

  “Oh, Michael,” she moaned, circling her ass over his prick, spreading their fluids, preparing to be impaled. The motion sent a ball of fire through his cock, his balls, up his spine to ricochet around in his brain.

  He pushed forward. Stopped. “Do you wish me to sheath myself?”

  She moaned as though in pain. “Yes. Please, Michael. I doubt it will hold … but we should at least try.” She quivered underneath him. “Don’t use too much lube,” she instructed quickly.

  He’d never had such a request. His brows lifted. “Are you sure?”

  “Oh, yes. Just promise to go slow, very slow, and easy at first. I don’t want to spoil the friction.”

  He flipped open her little box. “You are certain?”

  “Trust me. As long as you take it slow, slow, slow at first.”

  “Of course I trust you, Erin.” And he was pleased she trusted him to pleasure—not hurt—her delicate ass.

  As he ripped open a small package and rolled the sheath carefully over his staff, he saw Erin dig her nails into her bed. He squirted a small drop of lubricant on the head of his cock. He hoped he could r
eadily get his prick inside her in this “overcoat” without tearing the thin membrane again. And he did not want to hurt Erin by pushing in too dry.

  As he spread the cool gel over him, he watched Erin wriggle on her burgundy pillows, obviously ready for him to get started.

  Michael couldn’t believe how perfectly mated they were; she seemed as eager and ready as he to try everything they’d ever written about and more.

  He positioned himself between her beautiful, outstretched legs. Opened for him, her pussy’s rich scent tempted him. He slid two fingers into her cunny first. Between her previous orgasms and her current arousal, she was drenched with sweet honey, and he put his fingers to his mouth, licking them, delighting in her taste.

  She didn’t flinch as he pushed his cock to her tight, puckered hole again. She lifted her rump to welcome him in, pumping slowly against him. He stayed motionless, letting her take him inside as she pleased. The tight ring of her anus teased him, refusing him entrance, but he fought for patience, as he’d promised her.

  His cock pressed hard, and she hissed. Worried, he started to pull back.

  “Oh, it’s good,” she said quickly. “Give me more.”

  He pushed ahead slightly, she thrust her ass back, and his cock popped in. Lord, she was scorching fire, velvet softness, and tight as a clenched fist. Instinct demanded that he thrust hard, bury deep, bang his brains out. He had to fight to resist.

  Erin stopped moving, moaning deep in her throat. Braced on his arms, Michael lowered his head and whispered, “Is it all right?”

  “It’s perfect.” She tilted her ass up to take him in farther, then gasped and drew away. “It just takes … a while.”

  “I know, angel.” And he waited, his body trembling with the need to take her. To keep himself controlled, he stroked down her bare back. He followed the arch of her spine to caress the curve of her cheek. A change of position would make it easier for him to control his depth, and he moved, drawing his knees ahead, taking his weight on his haunches so he was sitting above her ass.

  With a soft cry, Erin worked up against him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her hot fire. She began to really rock along his cock. Her butt pumped up to him, and he took a ragged breath, knowing he could now thrust, but still determined to be gentle.

  She squirmed on her stomach, trying to slide her hand between her body and the pillow. Sensual agony slashed through his groin as she began to play with her clit while pounding against him.

  Still, despite his every instinct begging him to nail her, to possess her completely, he kept his strokes slow until Erin cried, direct and honest and without shame, “Oh, fuck me hard, Michael, I want it hard.”

  His control snapped. He pumped deep into her, just as she’d requested, one hand splayed over her generous cheeks. He stretched out his legs to get maximum leverage, supporting his weight on one arm braced into the bed. Over and over he lifted to draw the tip of his thick, throbbing cock back to her rim before stuffing himself back in.

  “God, yes,” she wailed, meeting him stroke for stroke.

  He drove his hips into her soft cheeks, feeling his own buttocks flex as he sought to bury himself to the hilt. His body was hot and damp with the exertion; he licked the droplets of moisture off his lips. Her back gleamed with sweat as she drove up to him, rubbing herself with her fingers. She arched her head back to cry out in pleasure again and again. Her hair flew in a wild dance around her head and shoulders.

  He loved watching her lose control. Loved releasing the wanton woman he’d known for so long only by computer. Loved the sight of her from behind. And loved her slick, tight, scorching ass.

  “Do you like it?” he growled. “Tell me if you like it. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  He needed her to be verbal, to describe what she felt. He was so accustomed to being aroused by reading her words he needed to hear them.

  And she gave him his wish.

  “Oh, yes, give me your big cock,” she moaned. “Do it harder. God, I want it hard. And fast. And deep.”

  Her face was buried in her mattress, her cries muffled as she came up to meet him. She turned her face, gasped for air before begging, “Slam it into me, Michael. Ram your huge cock into me.”

  He gave it to her, amazed at the pounding she was enjoying. Her hair was a fiery tangle over her face, her eyes closed tight.

  “Make me come, Michael. I’m going to—” She screamed and hit the mattress with her free hand, dragging her fingernails along her sheets. “Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

  She came ferociously, her body bucking beneath him, her passage pulsating tight around his pole as though trying to squeeze his come from him. He fought to stop his own orgasm and was damned glad he did.

  In seconds, Erin was working herself to ecstasy again. Amazed, wildly aroused, Michael thrust into her. She exploded around him almost immediately. His fast rhythm and her frenzied motions had him on the edge, but when she flattened down against the bed to enjoy her climax, he staved off his own.

  Once again, as her spasms faded, she rocked on him again. She fucked her ass on his cock viciously but only for a few seconds until yet another orgasm ravaged her. He clutched her hips, held her steady, and drove into her climaxing ass until his body arched in exquisite agony, his brain exploded, his hips slammed brutally into her as his come launched deep inside her.

  His face distorted as he roared in pleasure, his fangs slicing the air as he bent over Erin’s back and found her soft neck behind her thick, silky hair….

  In exhausted ecstasy, Erin sobbed into the damp, wrinkled sheets. Michael’s weight had forced her into the bed, and she tensed as his fangs scraped her neck. But he didn’t bite. She felt his large body shake against her. His cock felt enormous inside, parting her wider than she ever dreamed possible.

  Michael must still be coming in her. He rocked his hips into her for what seemed like forever until he stopped moving and levered himself up, gasping for breath.

  She fought to breathe, too. Her body throbbed with her pleasure, her ass, her pussy, and her feet exquisitely tingling.

  Teasingly, she began thrusting along him once more.

  Michael gave a shuddering moan. “No, Erin, love…. I’m too sensitive.” He collapsed on the bed beside her, lovingly caressing her bare, hot back.

  “So am I.” With a contented sigh, Erin flopped over and sprawled on her back.

  “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” Michael lifted onto his side, and she licked her lips at the sight of his slick, naked body.

  “Yes. No.” Her heart still hammered. “You were perfect.”

  “I would like a shower,” he suggested. “Would you like to join me?”

  “Oh, yeah. But I can’t waste this salty sweat.” Though she felt like a boneless puddle of pleasure, she grasped his huge biceps and stretched up to flick her tongue along a trickle running between his pecs.

  His hoarse groan made her giggle as she coasted her tongue to his throat. He tasted good enough to bite. But she didn’t dare. Instead she sucked on his corded neck as her hands skimmed over the solid ridges of his abdomen. Large but lean and lithe, he was formed of pure muscle. Not the body of a man who exercised for the sake of it, she realized, but one intended for prowling the night. A body made for hunting. And earth-shattering sex.

  Her fingers delved in his wiry pubic curls as she released his delicious neck. “Let’s shower. We can make you sweaty again after that.”

  He threw back his head and laughed, rolling to swing his legs over the edge of her bed. Erin studied him as he stood before her.

  Physically he looked twenty-one, with the flawless body of youth and beautiful bad-boy face. His full, soft lips alone made him tempting enough to spend eternity with.

  But she could see in his face, in his strange guarded eyes, that he had lived a very long time.

  Michael strode to her bedroom door, displaying his tight butt, and Erin was torn between giving him a loving squeeze and worrying about the future. As she got o
ut of bed, worry won out. What was going to happen between them?

  Could she really give him back his soul?

  Michael held out his hand to her. Her heart skipped a beat at the gentle, tender, and devoted expression softening his chiseled features. He’d declared she was his soul mate, and the possessive gleam in his eyes told her that their hot sex had only intensified his feelings. So where did that mean they were headed? For all she sensed that this beautiful, soulless man deserved to be loved, could she ever love him unconditionally?

  It scared her that she was so ready to believe in him. Was she willing to trust a man who had, despite his denials, technically lied to her to lure her into falling for him?

  What exactly did unconditional love entail?

  Ask him, dummy.

  Erin gazed at the tall, dark, and dangerous man waiting for her to join him. One shower couldn’t hurt. Why get into the weighty issues of “ever after” right now?

  Erin’s bottom jutted against his groin as she twisted on the water. Michael glanced into her glass shower enclosure as Erin stepped in. It was a tight fit for two, but he had no complaints as he joined her. Until cold water blasted his back, ass, and legs. He yelped.

  Erin laughed. “You’re a big, tough immortal predator but can’t take cold water?”

  “Who can?” Though she’d joked, her voice had held a note of vulnerability as it hesitated on the word predator. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing into the natural indent, and lifted her around him, turning her so she caught the spray. His forearms cradled her tummy as he drew her ass against his erection. The cool water pounded against Erin’s pert breasts. When she squealed and struggled against him, he laughed, slipped his hands underneath to cup her breasts, and held them out to receive the blast.

  How long had it been since he’d laughed with joy with a woman? Erin’s e-mails, filled with wry humor, enthusiastic sex, and heartfelt emotion had made him smile. He’d known that being with her would be a delight.