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You want this, don't you, little one? His voice purred seductively, although his lips did not move. You came here for this, didn't you? He began to gently suckle on her neck.

"Yes," she whispered, as her arms lifted to clutch his shoulders and pull him closer to her body. Her eyes were tightly closed.

William drew back slowly, wondering about the woman's motives, about her willingness to surrender to a monster.

Then he remembered what she'd said. "You wanted me to kill someone for you." It was a statement. What he had taken as a jest before suddenly seemed very serious. Who was this woman? And why did she seek the Angel of Death?

"Yes," she whispered again, refusing to open her eyes.

Look at me. The command came unbidden. The full force of his will was behind the order. He would know what the woman in his arms wanted, what dangers she presented to him. Then he would deal with her.

"Who do you want me to kill?"

Her lashes lifted slowly, languorously. Her breathing was ragged. Her chest rose and fell jerkily. "Me. I want you to kill me." Then her hands lifted and she buried them in his hair. She tightened her hold, silently urging his mouth back to her neck. Back to the place where her pulse pounded so frantically.