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calling it to me. I breathed it in like smoke, the rising passion starting a feeling of abandonment inside. I
didn t care anymore if it was right or wrong. It just was.
Her grip on my shoulder tightened, and slowly there was a gentle pressure upon my skin, and her teeth
slid into me without preamble.
I groaned at the rush of fear and desire. My knees gave way, and Ivy shifted her hold. Her touch was
light keeping me upright while I went flaccid, my body struck into overload but her mouth on my
neck was savage with a fierce need. And then she pulled on me.
My air came in a rush. Gasping, I stiffened, my hands springing up to clutch at her, clenching when she
threatened to pull away in fear that she had hurt me.  No, I moaned, fire running through me.  Don t
stop. Oh& God& 
My words hit her, and she dug her teeth into me, harder. My breath exploded. For an instant I hung,
unable to think. It felt that good. My entire body was alive and aching. A sexual high flowed through me,
a torrent of promise.
Somehow I took a breath, then another. They were fast, stumbling over each other. I clutched at her,
wanting her to continue but unable to say it. Her lips pulled away from me, and in a rush of sensation, the
world spun back into something I could recognize.
We had moved from the wall of the van and stood against the closed door. Ivy was holding me upright
against her with the fierce demand of possession. Though she had taken her lips from me, her breath
came and went on my broken skin, almost an exquisite torture. There was no fear.  Ivy, I said, hearing it
come from me as almost a sob.
And with that small encouragement that everything was okay, she bowed her head to me again, her
mouth finding me to draw from me both my blood and my volition.
I tried to breathe, failing. I clutched her to me, tears slipping from under my closed eyes. It was as if her
soul was liquid fire and I could feel her aura, swirling about mine. She wasn t just taking my blood, she
was taking my aura. But I wouldn t miss what she could steal, and I wanted to give it to her, to coat her
in a small part of me and protect her. Her needs made her so fragile.
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The vampire pheromones rose like a drug, making her teeth into spikes of arousal. My fingers spasmed
and my rough touch sparked through her. She lunged into me again, her teeth bringing me to a gasping
stiffness. I couldn t think, and I held her to me, frantic she d leave.
Through our auras mixing, I could sense her desperate need, her want for security, her desire for
satisfaction, her unearthly hunger for my blood, knowing that even if I gave it freely, she would be
haunted by shame and guilt.
Compassion swirled from nowhere in the high I was lost in. She needed me. She needed me to accept
her for what she was. And when I realized that I had it within myself to give her at least this small part of
me, the last of my fear melted away. My eyes opened, unseeing on the wall of the van.I trusted her, I
thought, as the edges of our auras blurred into one and the last of my barriers began to fall.
And Ivy knew the instant they did.
A soft sound came from her, delight and wonder. As she held my head unmoving and her lips worried
my neck, her hand slipped lower until it found my waist. Her long fingers hesitated, and while she pulled
harder to make a silver spike dive through me, her cool palm slipped under my shirt to brush my middle,
fingertips searching. I jerked, and she followed me.
 Ivy, I heaved, a new fear slicing through the ecstasy.  Wait& 
 But I thought&  she whispered, her voice a dark heat, and her hand went unmoving.
 You said the blood was enough, I continued, hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to
open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn t get enough air, and I couldn t find the desire to push
her away. I blinked, wavering when I realized she was entirely supporting my weight.  I& can t& .
 I misunderstood, she said, cradling my head against the hollow between her shoulder and her neck.
The touch of her hand upon my neck grew firmer, losing its gentle feeling, to become dominating.  I m
sorry. Do you want me to stop entirely?
A hundred thoughts dropped through me, of how stupid I was, of how vulnerable I had made myself, of
the risk I was taking, of the future I was mapping for myself, of the glorious adrenaline rush she was
taking me on.  No, I breathed, lost in the thought of what it would feel like to bury my face in the hollow
between her ear and neck and return the favor.
A low sigh of pleasure rose soft and almost unheard, and her hand slid from my shoulder to find my
back. Pressing me closer, she pulled on me again. I gasped, my hands clutching at her as I imagined the
warmth of my blood filling her, knowing how it would taste, knowing how it filled the terrible hollow her
future as an undead bestowed upon her.
I jerked wire-tight as teeth drove into me again. The desire to respond in kind and the need to hold back
touched every part of me alight. Oh God, the twin emotions of denial and desire were going to kill me, so
intense I couldn t tell if they were pain or pleasure.
Ivy s breath on my skin grew ragged, and my muscles loosened when the last of my fear slipped from
me, and like the ting of a bell faded to nothing. She held me upright, her grip now devoid of any
tenderness while her teeth dug deeper and the hunger pooled into her, filling old chasms, pulling on me to
take the blood I willingly gave her.
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