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grittily. “And I don’t want to.”
    “We’ll see about that.” She tossed her head and followed the familiar path with her tongue. First, she gave a long, devouring kiss which only kindled the flames of their need, and then she licked and sucked his nipples. Her tongue teased every inch of his sculpted abs and finally the lines of his immortal tattoo, which she was shocked to see up close was comprised of long rows of numbers, so crowded and blurred she’d initially thought it an intricate graphic design. A flash of Sean’s artwork, hanging on his apartment wall, tipped into her mind. Layers of metal, color upon color.
    Her fingertips slid over Will’s own personal graffiti, sending shocks through them.
    When the length of his cock filled her hot mouth, he shuddered all over. Down his length she sucked, stroking his balls with the rhythm of her movement. She felt him nearing completion and drew a deep pull, prepared to suck up every drop of his come. His hips convulsed as the hot, salty fluid poured into her. She swallowed and licked, and when his hips finished jerking with orgasm, she continued to bathe his cock with her tongue in slow, sweeping movements.
    “Baby, you have no idea what that was like,” he murmured, cradling her face.
    She moved into his arms. “And I didn’t get to see you pleasure yourself. That’s for next time,” she said.
    “Now that you know the joy of giving and taking pleasure with your immortal mate, we have eternity.”

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Chapter Eleven

    Sean was abruptly awakened by someone leaning on his door buzzer. The piercing sound startled his heart, and he was instantly on his feet, running for the door. Please let it be Evangeline, he thought, tearing aside the gates and grills. Who could it be but her?
    “I’m hurrying,” he called, his mind awhirl with the thought of seeing her again, of throwing open the final gate and catching her precious body to him.
    But when he reached the last door, he slumped in disappointment.
    “Weenie,” cried his sister, who threw herself into his arms. He held her weakly, his heart giving a sickening thud. His dreams splintered about him, leaving behind a humming in his ears and the treacherous despondence of the past few days without Evangeline.
    “Come in,” he said, dazed, and followed Olivia inside. When he’d finished closing the gates, he turned to find her staring at him.
    “My God, Sean, what happened to your hands?” she exclaimed, dropping her bags and reaching for them.
    Through a blur of tears, he looked at the devastating cuts. They’d bled for hours, but he’d finally managed to stop the flow around dawn, and then sank to the couch, which held countless memories of Evangeline, and fallen asleep.
    “I was working,” he said off-handedly.
    “Working?” Her familiar brown eyes, the feminine version of his own, studied his ravaged appearance. “What the hell are you working on?”
    “Art,” he choked, spinning away from her. He walked to the kitchen, trailing a finger along the countertop, thinking of his most recent artwork. In the background, the throaty tones of Evangeline’s recorded song drifted from the living room.
    “Sean,” Olivia said, blocking his path. She gripped him by the shoulders and shook him lightly. “You’ve been ignoring my phone calls for days, and refused to take Mom’s, too. Have you been to work? Or Tae Kwan Do? Tell me what’s going on.”
    His throat constricted on the words she needed but would never understand. To her, Evangeline was a fling, not the love of his life. Now the future he’d imagined with her was shattered.
    “What is it?” she asked in a frightened whisper, searching his face.
    “Evangeline,” he said, passing a hand over his numb face. “She’s gone.”
    Olivia’s shoulder bag dropped to the floor with a thud. She lunged for Sean and captured him in her arms. He let his sister hold him for a moment, enjoying the comforting, sisterly smell of her hair. But his arms