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my hands against the wall above my head. He pressed his pelvis into mine and I felt the rigid length of his cock against my lower stomach.

“Kelly,” he growled.

“Xavier.” I was helpless in his arms. Not even my vampiric strength could get me out of this bind. The miracle was, though, that I didn’t want to escape. There was no better place than being trapped between a hard wall and the hard body of Xavier Breene. “You always have to be in charge, don’t you?” I said.

“You love it.”

Too right, I did.

Holding my wrists with one hand, he used his other to tease my thigh just beneath the hem of my skirt. His touch was scorching and he slid his fingertips slowly up. He found the tops of my thigh-high stockings.

“I fucking love your lingerie,” he said. “You always did have the sexiest underwear.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was a creature of comfort and luxury. When I had on nice knickers, I felt good.

With his knee, he spread my thighs apart. I whimpered, an involuntary sound that seemed foreign coming from my mouth. When was the last time I’d felt so needy and out of control?

Probably the last time I’d slept with Xavier.

He sneaked a finger into the edge of my panties and touched me, and I moaned. “Xavier.”

“So wet for me,” he said.

I nodded. “Kiss me.”

He did, his lips stealing moans of pleasure from my mouth, his tongue sliding along with mine, avoiding the sharp tips of my fangs. His hand left my pussy and I heard the telltale snap and zip of his pants opening.

We weren’t even halfway up the stairs, and I didn’t care. Peter wouldn’t come down. His Lordship was elsewhere and wouldn’t be interrupting us with an ill-timed attack.

Xavier’s cock was free, and it pressed against my stomach. Xavier yanked up my skirt and ripped off my panties.

“Hey, I liked that pair,” I said as the lacy fabric fell to the floor.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

He kissed me again, effectively shutting off my indignation over the ripped knickers, and then his tip was sliding against my folds.

“You want this?” he asked, pulling out of the kiss to look into my face.

I met his beautiful green eyes with my own. “Yes,” I whispered.

And then he was inside of me, filling me the way only he could. This was why, despite all of our horrid communication problems, we had remained together for so long. It was because we were so bloody good together in the sack. Or, apparently, on the stairs.

“Kelly,” he groaned as he began moving in me with long, sure strokes that lit me up from inside.

Then his mouth was on mine again. The kiss and the lovemaking carried me, pulling me up the mountain of bliss. My orgasm built with every touch, every stroke. My eyes were closed, but Xavier said, “Look at me.”

His gaze was intent on mine, full of desire and something very much like love. Still? I wondered. After all this time?

But it was as if five years hadn’t passed at all. Our bodies knew—our hearts knew—what our minds denied.

I couldn’t help my fangs slipping out between my lips. His pulse called to me. I wanted him in every way, even if it was the one thing I knew I couldn’t have.

“Bite me,” he said, his voice deep.

I didn’t hesitate. I sank my teeth into his shoulder as he thrust inside of me. His blood gave me life while his body moved with mine.

Every stroke of his cock pressed against my clit and soon I was coming, falling over the edge. I cried out at the overload of pleasure, and he froze within me, pulsing as he found his own release.

I licked the bite mark on his neck, helping the wounds heal.

Xavier pressed his forehead against mine. “Kelly. Fuck. Please tell me we can do that again and again.”

As a practical person, I knew better than to say no. I wanted to do that again and again—and I wanted to do it with him.

“Come to bed with me,” I said.

He let go of my wrists, rubbing along my arms. We made the bare minimum attempts to clothe ourselves again, then he threw me over his shoulder and carried me the rest of the way up the stairs to my apartment.

I WOKE UP HOURS LATER, pleasantly sore and exhausted. Three orgasms will do that to a girl. Xavier was fast asleep, and the world around my apartment was silent. What had woken me?

A melody filled my mind.

Shit.

A vision was beginning. I bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I closed and locked the door. The last thing I wanted was Xavier waking up to witness me dancing and singing an oldies song.

While I spun around the bathroom, humming “Fortune Teller,” a vision played in front of my eyes.

I was kissing Xavier in the vision, and I was the one on top of him, pinning his hands over his head. That was a vision I could get behind. We were in my bed, and he was letting me lead, calling me a goddess.

The vision ended. I pressed my hands to my eyes, confused. Give me more, brain, come on.

It was hot, and weird. I couldn’t imagine Xavier letting me have full control. I liked it, but I was also confused. Still—goddess? Not bad. Maybe I’d convince him to play out that future now.

Nothing was going to make me miss out on the hunky slab of hotness currently sleeping in my bed. After washing my face, I returned to the covers to snuggle up with my ex.

13

XAVIER

Morning light crept through Kelly’s bedroom curtains. After the hottest sex of my life on the stairwell, I’d carried her over my shoulder to her bed, where I’d made her come two more times before letting her sleep. At that point, I’d texted Clyde, trying to keep him from showing up in Forbidden, or sending someone else. They wouldn’t

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