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She reached the base of the stairs as his hands closed on her shoulders. He spun her around and pressed her against the wall while she kept her hands over her face. It took every ounce of control, but she managed to force her inner beast into submission.
Nicolas tugged her hands away and she glared at him.
"You just can't keep your hands off me, can you, Dupree?"
"I find it more difficult with you dressed like this, yes." His gaze dropped to her breasts again.
"Pervert," she chided as she sucked in a deep breath meant to raise her breasts higher. As they threatened to pop over the top of her dress, she watched Nicolas struggle with himself. It was tempting to invade his privacy and listen to the thoughts obviously racing through his mind.
God, how she wanted him. But she knew the only way it could happen was if he gave her control. Since he was human, her vampiric strength would win out if it came down to a battle, but after getting to know him so well this past year she couldn't believe he'd do anything to hurt her.
His hands trembled as he raised them to cup her face. He lowered his mouth and kissed her, tentatively at first, then more eagerly when she parted her lips. A breathless moan escaped as his tenderness surprised her. Instead of the raw, hot desire she'd expected, he gave her sweet, gentle loving.
Hunger rising, Elena cupped the back of his head with one hand, and wrapped the other around his waist, tugging him closer. Rock hard, his cock dug into her belly as she pressed her breasts against his chest.
The sweet, metallic scent of his blood stirred her into action. Throwing caution to the wind, she wrapped one leg around him andkissed her way up his cheek to his ear, where she teased his earlobe with tiny nips and hard sucks. She dipped her tongue in his ear, then licked a trail down his neck.
When she slid her tongue over the small amount of blood hardening on his wound, her stomach tightened and heat flared. Elena moaned, some of her juices dampening her thighs as her desire swelled. It had been so long and he tasted so good. Hell, time didn't matter. Something in Nicolas called to her, and she was powerless to resist.
Nicolas moved, exposing his neck to her ministrations. She lapped at the wound once, twice, then froze just before she could sink her fangs deep in his neck. Control. She needed to control herself. He wasn't just a meal.
"Elena?" he whispered. His hands dug into her ass, lifting her so he could press more intimately against her. "I want to be inside you. Now."