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“And you’ll be able to save me like you did my grandparents,” she says, then reaches for my arm. Holding my wrist, she stares into my eyes, pleading, then says, “Please.”

Already unable to deny her, I smear my blood across her lips. When I draw back, she pulls my finger back, wraps her soft lips around it, then sucks.

“Shit.”

A deep groan falls from my mouth as a surge of intense, overwhelming pleasure sweeps over me. Having this beautiful woman pull my life force into her mouth is a sensation I can barely put into words. A huge cocktail of feelings overcome me.

Vulnerable.

High.

Drained in a good ass way.

Pleased.

Connected.

This small act is monumental because Enani and I are connected. Whether she fully comprehends her gesture, we are still bonded and she is mine just like I am hers.

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Powerful…

Dominant…

That bitch.

Seeing this strong, Black, powerful vampire, caught up and breathless because of me rejuvenates the woman I thought I lost. The real Enani has been missing; caught under whatever unknown hold Langston had on me. However, right now, at this moment, as I suck the blood from Noab’s finger and watch his response, I feel powerful as shit. A surge of unparalleled energy courses through my veins and I feel damn near invincible. Little ol’ me has this fine ass vampire groaning.

What a fucking rush!

When I finally pull his finger from my mouth, I smile as he gently lays his head on my lap. Yes, bitch!

If he’s feeling half of how I felt when he was feeding from my thigh, he’s exhausted in a beautiful way and satisfied beyond measure. I just had the biggest orgasm of my life and my body is tired but blazing at the same damn time. I feel like I can run a marathon, lift an eighteen wheeler, and sleep for two days straight. It’s weird but the best feeling in the damn world. This vampire, his fangs, his blood, him…I’m addicted already.

“What did you just do to me?” I barely whisper.

“The same thing you did to me,” he says, then lifts his head.

His fangs are gone and the tiny specks of orange I saw in his eyes while he was sucking my thigh have disappeared. Admittedly, I miss both. The fangs are carnal and make him even more sexy, if that’s even possible. I want him bad, real bad. My entire body still tingles and my clit still throbs. If a feeding can elicit an orgasm like that, what the hell could his dick do?

“You need water. I drank a good amount of your blood. I need to make sure you’re hydrated.”

“And what if I want more than water?”

After lifting all the way from my lap, he eyes me curiously and asks, “Like what?”

“Read my mind,” I say, so intrigued by the power and connection.

Can he really read it?

“Yes. I can really read your mind,” he says and shit!

Then, read this. I want more than water. I want you. I want to feel you inside me and I…

My thoughts are halted when his lips crash into mine, aggressively and passionately stealing my damn breath with his lips and tongue. I feel his want and need for me and my already heightened body heats all the way. This man can kiss…shit!