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pain. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his, gently at first, and then her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer. Demanding he feel her humanity and passion, her lips moved across his in a dance of emotions. He moaned and his hands slid up her sides. She felt him take hold of the front of her shirt and with a jerk the buttons flew from her top, pinging softly on the floor as they scattered.

She jerked back and looked into his face. The lustful violence against her clothing

surprised and frightened her. He was a virtual stranger and she had no idea what to expect.

His eyes blazed red for a moment. “Do not fear me!” he ordered harshly. Then his

expression mellowed. His eyes returned to the more human looking amber. “I will not harm you.

My lust for you is violence deep in my soul. What are a few buttons when I crave your skin more than substance?” He kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, and she could feel the

palpitations of her wildly erratic heart. He could take her life in an instant, she should be nothing but food for this man-monster, and yet he touched with tenderness.

Pushing the tattered remains of her shirt off her shoulders, she heard the sound of the

fabric whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. His skilled fingers unclasped her bra quickly. She shivered as the tiny bit of lace fell to the floor. He pushed her skirt off her hips as he looped his large fingers in the sides of her delicate panties and pushed them down her buttocks.

Naked, she stood in the dim light feeling vulnerable.

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He stepped back, looking at her with an unfathomable expression.

“Perfect.” He spoke the single word with confidence.

She flinched as he moved with unnatural speed, removing his own clothing. In a moment,

he was naked too. Her eyes immediately fell on his large cock. It was long and thick, nestled in wiry dark blond hair. His hips were slim and his thighs looked muscular. Her eyes traveled back up his body and she almost groaned when she saw his chest. Clarissa was a sucker for six-pack abs and defined pecs. Braden’s body was art and she found her hand moving toward him of its

own accord. She trailed her fingers lightly over him and the cool, hard feel of him under her hand reminded her of marble. He was a living sculpture, and she couldn’t help but marvel.

Braden groaned. “My sweet,” he murmured, pulling her back. His dominating strength

directed her to lie back on his plush bed.

Helplessly, she gazed up at him. Her pussy was growing wet and aching for him to fill

her. She lay willing, waiting for this amazing creature to use her in any way he chose. Desire demanded she let go of everything except the need to feel him on her and inside her.

“Oh yes, sweet one, you will feel me. I will imprint my lust on you so deeply, you’ll

never stop feeling it.”

He spread her thighs with his hands and she opened to him without protest. Braden’s

mouth touched her pussy, her hips jerked from the ecstasy. She felt a moment of uninvited

violation, but as his tongue began moving, she relaxed. This oral sex felt unnaturally fast and her sensual response built quickly. She’d expected him to coax pleasure from her, but instead he

demanded it with the power of his movements in a way she’d never imagined.

Clarissa bucked her hips involuntarily, and a low moan slipped from her lips unhindered.

She looked down at his shining, dark blond wisps of curls as he worked her clit with his skilled mouth. The sight, the sensation, all of the experience hit her straight to the core. A knife of passionate anticipation left her clenching her stomach muscles and writhing under his mouth.

Her back arched. A gasping wail escaped her as she came for him, hard. He didn’t stop even as she screamed. “Braden. Yes, God yes.”

When the spasms of delight began to ebb, his mouth pulled away and he looked up at her,

licking his lips. “Calling the devil would be more apt, my sweet, but that was only the beginning of what I’ve planned for you.”

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Chapter 7

Clarissa lay panting on the bed. Her arm lay limply across her forehead, her fingers

curled. She couldn’t look at him; shame at her reaction battled the sated fulfillment she was enjoying.

“Never feel shame for what you feel in this bed. Remember, the more you give me the

more you give he who owns your heart.”

“No one owns me,” she whispered.

“Before this night is out, you will question the validity of that statement, sweet Clarissa.”

She forced herself to look at him. He crawled between her legs, reminding her of some

primeval predator, holding himself on his strong arms, hovering above her like a vengeful spirit.

The red glow of his eyes put butterflies fluttering about in her womb, her body still contracting with the pleasure he’d given.

She bit her lip. “It’s so much, too much.” Weakly she tried to explain her overwhelmed

senses to him.

“I know.” There was sympathy in his voice. His eyes gleamed, dark and unyielding.

She’d get no reprieve from this until he’d had all she could give. Braden’s look made the

truth abundantly clear. He would accept nothing but her complete submission to the lust she felt for him.

Moving upward with serpentine grace, his face came just inches from her and slowly he

lowered his lips. When his lips skimmed hers gently, she felt something deep inside, maybe it was her morality, disintegrating. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, crushing her lips to his in demanding, angry need. Clarissa could taste herself on his lips, but it didn’t cause her to pull away. She willed him to feel what she felt, the hated want consuming her as surely as Hades’s fire would. The repulsive ecstasy only made her crave him further.

Pulling back, Clarissa searched his face for some sign of remembered humanity. She

wanted him to feel remorse, yet she saw only raw hunger on his face. She wanted this, wanted to give this ancient being every miniscule moment of human connection she could offer. The

candlelight flickered on his beautiful, marble-like skin. She’d never seen a more dangerous, yet sorrowful, gaze before. He broke her heart with his haunting, terrible beauty.

“You are amazing.” He breathed softly against her cheek as he moved his lips to her

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neck.

She stiffened with uncertainty. The added danger of his kiss only intensified the

moment’s eroticism for her. She clutched his back, trying not to gouge him.

“Do your worst, beauty. I’m indestructible,” he teased as he pulled his lips from her

body. Then he ran his tongue over her skin until he reached her breasts. He kissed the rise of each mound with almost religious reverence before he swirled her left nipple in a slow circular motion.

Moaning, she pulled his face closer to the source of pleasure. He drew the nipple into his

mouth and she realized his mouth felt chilly, not hot as she’d expected. The unique sensation only added to her pleasure. He sucked hard, and she arched her back. He turned his attention to the other breast and repeated his actions with perfect duplication. Clarissa’s eyes closed and she let her arms fall back above her head. Writhing under his mouth, she gasped as he nicked her

nipple with his sharp fang.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at him. When he smiled up at her, she realized the

action was intentional. He lapped at the blood from the small wound and the pleasurable pain

brought her almost to the edge of another orgasm. When he turned his attention back to her other breast she stiffened, waiting for the pain, but it never came. This time he only licked and teased her sensitive nipple. Her uncertainty actually magnified her lust. Her body felt like it was made of pure sensation, and the freedom felt amazing. Her existence was nothing more than this

moment and the delicious tingles of want. She dug her nails into his back, wanting him to bite her again.

He growled low in his throat. He nicked her again.

“Yes. Braden, suck it hard,” she cried.

He did.

Clarissa felt something wild released from deep in her psyche. She ground her breast

against his mouth, her pussy dripping wet. She relished the scent of sex in the air. Clarissa became lust. Instead of giving him her humanity, she became a feral animal.

“I want more!” she screamed, not sure of what she demanded, but she knew it was

beyond her past sexual experiences.

He chuckled, pulling away. “Shh, my wild one. I will give you as much as you can

handle. Suck my cock with all that untamed fury. I want to sink into your sweet pussy, but first I
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want to feel your lips on me.”

He allowed her to push him onto his back. She cradled his hip with her arm and found his

amazing erection magnificently waiting. Taking the large head of his penis in her mouth, she

licked him slowly. Braden moaned and his body jerked as she took more of him into her mouth.

Blessed with almost no gag reflex, Clarissa took in almost all of him.

“
Iesu Melys ydych yn lladd fi,
” he cried.

She paused and the smallest glimpse of a thought touched her mind.
Sweet Jesus, you’re

killing me.
Clarissa wondered if she’d just imagined it, or if she’d actually understood him wordlessly.

She put her lips between her teeth and his skin and began to work his shaft with quick,

firm pressure as she sucked in hard.

“
Annwyl. Ydy. O Dduw ie.
” He moaned.

Beloved. Yes. Oh God, yes.
She didn’t imagine it this time. She wanted to know what

language he called out to her with.

“Welsh, her language,” he answered her thought quietly.

The words have a beautiful lyrical quality
, she decided.

“Yes,” he agreed. She was getting more comfortable with the unusual silent

communication. “Lick my sack, sweet,” he requested.

She obeyed immediately. Her tongue lapped at the large orb, matting the downy hairs as

she rolled her tongue over him. She sucked him into her mouth gently, taking as much of him in as she could.

“You must stop before I cannot stop my release.”

She lapped at him a few more times before he sat up, hooking her under the arms and

pulling her to him. He kissed her with a tenderness she hadn’t expected. He cradled her head in his large palm as his lips skimmed hers softly.

He rolled with her and she found her body pinned underneath his. The hard planes of his

face and golden glint of his hair in the candlelight were an amazing contrast. Her fallen angel breathed heavily and she opened her legs for him, ready and wanting his hardness. She felt him brush against her and she pushed toward him.

“You are the most beautiful thing that has happened to me in a very long time, Clarissa,”

he said fervently.

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“I want you inside me!” she demanded.

“Tell me to fuck you, sweet.”

“Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard, Braden.”

He roared his triumph as he slowly slid his erection inside of her wet pussy. For so long

she’d been celibate, her body tight, and the earlier orgasm had only made her tighter. She felt every delicious millimeter of him sliding against her pussy and it was almost painful, but she stretched and he filled her completely. For a moment, he hovered over her, all the way inside of her. His cock was balls deep in her. He stopped and gazed at her with such a concentrated

intensity, it stirred her emotionally. She sat up just a bit, with him still deep inside, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hold him compassionately for a moment.

“Fuck me,” she whispered against his neck, placing a small kiss on the hollow of his

throat before laying back and smiling up at him; a single tear rolled off her cheek.

He moved inside of her, slowly at first and then faster, until he was pumping much more

rapidly than a mortal man possibly could. She felt her desire building toward release. He leaned down and bit her on the rise of her breast. His fang penetrated her skin painfully, but then a wave of sensation became a crescendo inside of her womb so incredible that she came instantly.

Shaking from the force of her orgasm, she arched her back and screamed, low and primal.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes yes…so fucking good. Yes. Braden. Don’t stop!” She swore

uncontrollably and uncharacteristically as her body shuddered against him, contracting against his cock.

He drank from her, licking at the wound with slow, sensual swirls of his tongue. The mix

of pain and pleasure made the unique experience perfect. She wanted the pain. She needed this to be different from sex with Matt. The beautiful violence turned the feral side of her on.

He threw back his head, closing his eyes. “Clarissa!” he shouted as his face relaxed and

his mouth fell open slightly. She felt him spill his release inside of her and she clung to him, still rocked by the aftershocks of her own pleasure.

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Chapter 8

When he’d finished, his face tilted down and he gazed at her with adoration. Her languid

body followed his as he pulled her on top of him and collapsed on the bed. She lay on the cold firmness of his body and he cuddled her to him intimately. For a long time, she just lay listening to the quietness; the only sound was her own heartbeat and their ragged breathing. Neither of them moved, as if they were both afraid to break the subtle connection growing unhindered in

the aftermath of their blazing desire. Clarissa stroked his shoulder softly, and he caressed her hair away from her face.

Braden turned and rolled her to the bed. He slipped his arm behind her head and she lay