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gasped when I touched her clit.
    Correcting my posture, I pulled her with me, setting her on the couch while holding on to that kiss. She opened her legs, digging her heels into the edge of the couch. Her kiss was accompanied by a sweeter scent as I parted her pussy lips, slipping a finger inside.
    Her body was snug. Tight. Just the way I always liked it. Hooking my finger, I joined it with another, gently rubbing against her G-spot. Kassy’s back arched away from the couch as she sucked in a breath that might have originally been my own.
    I couldn’t touch her or taste her enough. It was almost as if the hunger inside me wasn’t for blood but for all things Kassy. And with every kiss, every taste she willingly gave, I stole a little more.
    She jumped beneath me as I kept a steady rhythm, alternating between her G-spot and circling her clit. She tensed. Quivered. I kissed down to her neck.
    “M-master,” Kassy breathed as she fought against her building orgasm. “Please, Master…”
    Her head fell back, and I bit down. It was a vampire’s peck, enough to draw blood, but not enough to drink.
    As I licked at the little bit of blood the punctures left behind, I whispered, “Come for me.”
    She cried out. In any other language, her words might have been inappropriate, but to me, it was pure, innocent bliss. For a brief moment, she lost all control, her body convulsing around my fingers. She drew in a lungful of air as if it were her first, and as she slowly came back down to Earth, I sat down beside her.
    “Feel good?” I asked, smiling when her body shook from an aftershock.
    She nodded and rested her head on my shoulder.
    “Up for some more?”
    Her eyes widened and she got up to get the condom from the table before sitting back down. Quick recovery as always. How I envied her and any other woman who could climax and be ready to go again in under two minutes. But she’d earned it . Through all my teasing and every order she obeyed, I owed her a lot more than just one orgasm for the night.
    She handed the condom to me when I asked for it, and after tearing the foil with my teeth, I put it on. Repositioning myself on the couch so I wasn’t in a full sitting position, I patted my lap, inviting her to join me. Kassy set a hand on either of my shoulders and straddled my legs, but she didn’t sit. I might have ordered her on top, but I was still in charge.
    After placing my hands on her hips, I guided her down to me. It took a few tries, but eventually our bodies cooperated and I slipped inside. We sat there and both of us held our breath, her body adjusting to mine while I waited for my head to stop spinning.
    In front of me was the most amazing woman I’d ever met—a human, and the best lover I’d ever known. Always attentive to my needs, though she didn’t have to be. She had her safe words. She could’ve stopped this play or any in the future whenever she wanted, but I had yet to hear her use them.
    There had been times when I’d stopped a scene because I could sense her heightened anxiety, but either I no longer let it get to the point of her needing safe words, or she was a lot stronger now than she’d been in the beginning. I decided it was the latter. She’d come a long way since we’d first met, and I couldn’t see myself spending the rest of eternity with anyone but her.
    Kassy shifted her weight, bringing me back to the present. Using a very light touch, I guided her up and down my length. I knew she wanted to go fast, but I made sure every stroke was accented by one of her enticing moans. And when her stamina waned, I took over, holding her up as I thrust inside, our hips gently kissing one another whenever we moved.
    Assured she wouldn’t change our rhythm, I freed up one of my hands, rubbing my thumb over her clit. She jumped, a gasp escaping her lips. She faltered, doubling over when I applied a little more pressure. I pushed up at her, reminding her of the dance we had yet to