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Andrei de Santori was a predator, a demon of the night, and Jane Bennett was sent to kill him. But who really is the hunter, and who is the prey? Fate would bring them together, and passion would make them lovers.
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"Where are we going, anyway?"
"To my haven. 'Tis the only safe place from Byron for us to prepare."
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She pulled her wrist from his grip. "I'm ready other than our blood link. You can do that here."
He smiled at her courage, but there would be more to this link. Much more. "I'm not going to set up a blood link with you, Jane. I'm going to make you my mate."
"What?" she screeched, grasping one side of her dress in her fist.
"It's the only way. Byron knows I want you. His revenge wouldn't be complete unless he took you from me. And I'm not willing to let that happen."
"Hell no, I won't let you do it." She went for her syringe secured on her thigh with a special belt, but he was upon her in a flash, knocking her down into the sand. The injection flew from her hand.
"Think you can sedate me, little slayer? I promise, within the hour, you'll be panting and begging for more." His body pressed down upon hers and she was aware of his strength and prowess.
"I won't let you make me your mate." The mating ritual between vampires was only something she had heard about. None in the Society knew all the details, but many guessed.
"You'll be my mate, and we will destroy Byron."
"I won't become a vampire." It was against all her beliefs. Vampires were all evil. All demons.
"I won't make you a vampire, my dear, unless you wish it. Mating with me will merely make you mine to protect. You will have benefits of our mating coursing through you as we make a symbolic exchange of blood. You'll be stronger, faster, and more agile." He rubbed his hips against her groin and she tried to suppress a moan. "I'm sure we can test your agility and stamina many times once this is over."
"You're a demon." She captured his head with her hands and kissed him.
She wanted to resist the urges churning within, but with him lying on top of her, she gave in. She kissed him like woman denied sustenance. She feasted upon his mouth, rolling her tongue along his, devouring everything he had to offer.
He rolled over and she changed position. Straddling his hips, she nestled her sex against the prominent bulge in his pants. She could feel the ridged hardness of his cock through her thin panties, and her body reacted with a surge of moisture.
Desperation laced his kisses, as they turned more fevered with desire.
"Fucking delicious," he murmured against her mouth before delving into the depths once again.
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