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overheated blood.
    “I can’t wait, mon coeur . I must
join with you.”
    “I want you inside me, Marc. I need you inside me.”
    She was breathless as he fulfilled her wish, entering slowly
but steadily. She was tighter than a woman of her years could be expected to be
in this day and age. He wondered idly for a moment at the stupidity of mortal
males that they couldn’t see the diamond shining so brightly in his arms. At
the same time, he was glad she’d had few lovers. It made what they shared
together more special than it already was. Though he couldn’t remember a time
in the past few hundred years—in his entire lifespan as a matter of fact—when
he had ever needed one specific woman more than he needed this one, pale little
human who whimpered so nicely under him at the moment.
    His dick slid, hot and heavy, into her wet core. He loved
the feel of her. He loved the smell of her, and he loved the taste of her
excitement. He knew he would love the taste of her blood even more. That could
wait while he got her used to his cock, sliding in, then pulling back slightly,
spreading her lubrication and easing his way further inside her.
    She whimpered as he seated himself fully within her, but he
could tell she wasn’t in distress of any kind. Unless one counted dying of
pleasure as distress. She was eager for him. He could feel the emotions rushing
from her in waves that battered at him, filling him with urgency and the need
to possess this one small woman beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
    He began to move within her, stretching her tight sheath.
Her body responded to him, inviting and encouraging as he moved more strongly
within her.
    “Faster!” she panted, nearing the edge sooner than he’d
expected. To tell the truth, he was glad. Being inside her was more exciting
than anything he’d experienced, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could
hold out himself. This was going to be fast, but oh, so good.
    He moved faster and she grasped his shoulders, wrapping her
shapely legs around his waist. He loved the feel of her soft skin, urging him
on.
    “God! Please, Marc!” She was begging, the sound music to his
ears.
    Only one thing would make this moment more perfect. She was
feeding his psychic need, but he needed her blood too.
    Marc leaned down, letting his sharp teeth graze the spot on
her neck he wanted. He could feel the pulse of her lifeblood just under her
delicate skin. He wanted it. He wanted her. He wanted to taste her essence and
make her come.
    Moving faster within her, he pierced her skin with his sharp
fangs, letting her feel only a tiny sting. Just enough to let her know what was
happening. He didn’t want her memory of this historic moment clouded by pain.
He wanted this amazing woman to remember every moment, to remember him always
with a smile on her lips as she thought about the incredible climax they were
about to share.
    The first drops of her blood hit his tongue and exploded
through his senses, making him desperate for more. He pounded into her,
tunneling deep, his mouth drawing the essence of her into his own body. He
would fill her with his seed, she would fill him with her blood, and together
they would find bliss unlike any either of them had ever experienced.
    Her orgasm started almost the moment he’d pierced her flesh.
She contracted around him, the climax building stronger and more powerful until
she cried out, bringing him along with her. Her blood flowed into his mouth as
he erupted into her welcoming body, each finding a home within their destined
mate.
    He realized that startling truth, beyond a shadow of a
doubt, as they climaxed together for the first time. He felt everything she was
feeling within his own mind, almost as if he were living it, looking through
her eyes, feeling with her emotions. He knew it was the same for her. He could
tell by the dazed look of the eyes that met his when he finally sealed the
wounds on her neck and lifted his head.
    She felt what