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  Slowly, so slowly, Jeanne pressed down until the tip of his erection pressed into her slit. He was huge, and she couldn’t hold back an unbridled moan at the stretching sensation. Easing up for a moment, she soaked in another string curses from Ian, whose hands came up to grip her hips. He didn’t rush her in any way, but it was clear that he was suffering a bit. Nevertheless, Jeanne repeated her motion several times, pressing down to impale herself a little further and then retreating each time. A little voice in her head wondered how long Ian could stand her teasing exploration.

  At last she pressed all the way down and they joined completely, heat and pleasure washing throughout her entire body. This time Ian held her hips to keep her in position, and then he shifted and thrust firmly.

  “Fuck, Jeanne, you’re so tight I can barely move. You’re killing me,” he grated, repositioning and thrusting again. Jeanne murmured an appreciative noise, wrapped up in the sensations. Between thrusts he would adjust the angle slightly. Jeanne bucked, trying to take over and increase the tempo.

  “Faster!” she insisted, narrowing her gaze at him.

  “Just got to-“ he grunted, thrusting hard.

  And then Jeanne wasn’t listening one damned bit, because he’d touched a spot inside her that made her suck in a breath and close her eyes in pleasure.

  “There,” he purred, “Just needed to find that.”

  “Muuhhmmm,” Jeanne said, unable to use words at this point.

  Ian loosened his grip on her hips, allowing her freedom of movement while still touching her possessively. Jeanne let herself go completely, writhing and bucking as Ian thrust relentlessly beneath her. Time stretched oddly, as if they had been doing this for a minute, or a day, or forever. Lost in her lust, Jeanne poured herself into the movement of her hips, the bounce of her ass against him.

  She could feel her orgasm floating, palpable but just out of reach. She made a noise of frustration, frowning with intensity. Ian slowed her hips again, then smoothly rolled them both over so that he was on top. Where before Jeanne had felt that she was riding him, her wetness pulling at him, now he was in complete control and taking full advantage, plundering her mercilessly.

  He quickly found that perfect spot again, controlling his movements so that the head of his cock rubbed against it with each thrust. Ecstasy flooded Jeanne’s veins, turning her blood to molten lava. Ian placed one big hand in the center of her chest and growled.

  “Look at me, Jeanne.”

  Jeanne’s gaze snapped up to his, struggling to keep her eyes from simply rolling up in her head.

  “Jeanne,” he said again, that crisp accent like velvet against her skin. Opening his mouth to display his fangs, he dropped his mouth to her neck. His tongue brushed her neck gently, and then two white-hot spikes of pain flared below his mouth.

  Jeanne cried out, but as soon as he took the first strong pull she was wild with sensation. He took another long pull, and something liquid and fiery built in her body. Craving, lust, desire. For more than just sex now, she realized. She had to have his neck, and she had to have it now.

  “Ian, please!” she pleaded, needing.

  She felt his fangs slide out of her flesh, and that fast she was pressing feverish kisses to his neck. Seeking the tenderest spot of his neck, she grazed her fangs over his skin in warning. Ian only gripped her more firmly and kept his thrusts well-paced.

  Guided by instinct, Jeanne pierced his skin deeply. As soon as her fangs found his ready vein, she sucked hard and was rewarded with a rich mouthful of liquid. It tasted like a vintage burgundy, bold and fluid and endowed with Ian’s essence. Each long pull she took only drove her pleasure higher until she was no longer Jeanne, she felt like a tidal wave or a hurricane or a tornado. She felt powerful, and she knew the sensation came from him. From her lifemate.

  Pulling her mouth away, Jeanne looked into his eyes as she licked the last drops of his blood from her lips. Something she found there moved her profoundly, showed her the true depths of his long-awaited passion.

  “I love you,” she said, surprising herself with the truth. There was no time to think it over, not with his body doing these things to hers.

  “Jeanne, I love you,” he said, “You are mine.”

  Pressing his hand down on her chest to keep her in position, he readjusted and hit that magical spot once, twice, then a third time. Jeanne’s vision exploded into a wash of colors and stars as she came, screaming his name.

  A heartbeat later Ian cursed and tensed, releasing inside her in a series of short pumps. He slowed and then stopped, dropping onto his forearms to keep from crushing Jeanne beneath his weight.

  They clung to each other for some time, breathless and exhilarated. After a few minutes Ian rolled onto his side and tuck Jeanne up against his body. Burying her face in his chest, she released a soft sob of relief and wonder and happiness.

  There was an unspoken understanding between them, a simple but incredible sense of connection. Ian simply held her quietly, stroking her hair. Jeanne cried a bit harder, trying to grasp everything that had happened.

  In just a week, her entire life had changed. She’d gone from terminal illness to eternal life; from being entirely alone to finding someone who truly cherished and understood her; she’d been transformed into an entirely new version of herself, a whole new creature; and lastly she suddenly stood on the threshold of an eternity full of possibilities and pleasures.

  Ian waited patiently until her tears faded, rubbing her back tenderly. Finally he spoke, his voice gravelly.

  “You’re not regretting your decision already, are you?” he asked, gently teasing her.

  Jeanne laughed, reaching her face up for a kiss. Ian obliged, rumbling contentedly.

  “I think I might have needed that release,” she said.

  “I am happy to be of service any time you like,” he said with a smile.

  “So you think we have a real future?” she asked, smiling back.

  “We have a lot more than that. We have eternity,” he said, pulling her close for a passionate kiss.

  Jeanne could only agree and cuddle closer to her glorious lifemate.

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  “Hey guys,” Elly says, leaning forward to address Karen and Alejandro. “Thanks so much for breaking me out for the day. Is it cool if we keep this trip on the down low?”

  Karen and Alejandro both nod at her. I can see a glimmer of respect on Karen’s face; like me, I think she’s finding that Elly is pretty nice and grounded, for a celebrity.

  I mean, she’s still a fucking brat when she wants to be. But today she’s been pretty righteous.

  “Awesome,” she says. We pull up to the hotel and get ourselves inside. Karen drifts off to the other side of the lobby; I imagine she’s trying to be respectful of Elly’s space, not smother her with bodyguards everywhere she looks.

  We catch the elevator up to her floor, Elly humming along with the song playing in the background.

  “What is this?” I ask, glancing down at her.

  She cracks up.

  “Only my hit single,” she cackles. “You know, the song that’s paying all our salaries?”

  “Ah. Uh, sorry,” I say with a wince.

  “Not a fan, huh?” she says, but I can see she thinks it’s funny.

  “Not really my type of music.”

  She looks me up and down and snorts, walking out of the elevator. When we make it back into her hotel suite, I check my watch.

  “Plenty of time,” I say. “I’m going to get Lawrence outside your door while I go hit the showers. Gotta look fresh for your show, seeing as how I’m supposed to be your super sexy underwear model boyfriend.”

  “Is that what you’re going with?” Elly asks, grinning. “In your dreams
, buddy.”

  “Jealous,” I shoot back, turning to leave.

  “Wait.”

  I turn and find her standing all too close.

  Leave now, I beg myself. Just make any excuse and fucking leave.

  “You’ve um,” she taps the side of her face, then beckons me closer. “You’ve got some fuzz or something…”

  She steps forward until she’s nearly pressed up against me, plucking a speck of lint from my hair, thumb brushing my jaw. She stares up at me, her eyes stunningly purple.

  This close up, all I can think is how small she is, petite and fragile. She looks larger than life on stage, striding around in sky high heels and wild feathered costumes, but right this minute she seems like she’d fit in my pocket.

  Or in my arms…

  “Today was nice…” I start to say, trying to break up the tension shivering between us.

  “Shut up, Connor,” Elly says.

  Then she’s up on her tiptoes, hands clutching my shoulders, lips brushing mine. I react on pure instinct, one hand cupping her jaw and the other sliding down her waist to bring her flush against my body. I’m beyond hard for her, have been all day, and she gives the tiniest gasp when she feels my cock against her belly.

  She makes a little sound against my lips, the same kind of mmmm she made earlier at the restaurant that drives me fucking wild. Savoring, I guess you could call it.

  Fuck, she likes this.

  The second I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, she tenses up and pushes me away.

  “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” she says. She presses her fingers to her lips like she’s been scalded, looking mortified. “Sorry, sorry.”

  She whirls and runs for her bedroom, leaving me standing there like a jackass.

  What the fuck did I just let happen?

  Cursing my stupidity, I storm away from the suite.

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