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command,” he gritted out, his warm breath caressing her lips.
    “I never used my compulsion on you because I knew you would despise me. I never wanted this, you have to understand that I never—”
    His kiss stole the words from her lips, his mouth pressed roughly against hers. His hands no longer gripped her upper arms, but instead skimmed lightly down until his fingers tangled with hers. Nevin raised their joined hands to her shoulders and pressed them back against the door. Amalia wasn’t worried about his strength. She had sired him, she could control him.
    Nevin ground his erection against her core causing molten desire to flood her veins. She gasped at the sensation. It had been so long since she’d felt desire, and to feel it so intensely with this man she’d wanted for so long? It was almost too much for her. Her knees wobbled, but held. Not that it mattered, Nevin’s unyielding grasp kept her up. His mouth devoured her as he moved from her lips down her neck, settling against the delicate hollow of her throat. Nevin very gently grazed his fangs against the tender area and Amalia nearly came. Her knees did buckle, but Nevin seemed to be one step ahead of her, already releasing her hands and wrapping a strong arm around her waist. He lifted her until she could wrap her legs around his hips, while his lips continued their onslaught against her senses.
    With her legs gripping his hips tightly, and Amalia’s back to the cool wood of the door, the heat of Nevin against her front nearly burned her. She didn’t care. Amalia wanted this man more than she’d ever wanted anything in her very long life. She would burn if it meant she could finally have him.
    Nevin thrust his fingers beneath her waistband and slipped against her cool skin. Even over her panties his fingers felt hot, his heat branding her, letting her know that he was different. Her kind felt cool to the touch, why did he burn?
    Reaching in between them, Amalia ran her fingers along his fly, then gripped him firmly through his pants. His hips bucked slightly, and she smiled against his temple. He nipped her neck, then sucked it hard. If she were the type to bruise, she knew he would have left a mark. Amalia kept teasing him through the material of his pants until he couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped his fly open, exposing his eager cock to Amalia’s cool fingers. It wasn’t enough though, and Amalia was trying to slip her shirt off. Nevin finally set her down long enough to yank her shirt off and pull her pants down. She kicked them off and one pant-leg got stuck in her heels, but she didn’t care. When Nevin lifted her up once more, her back against the door, her body open to him, she crossed her legs behind his buttocks, one shoe on, the other forgotten on the floor along with her tangled pants.
    Nevin plunged his cock in, and thrust once, twice, then he was home. Amalia moaned, Nevin groaned. Her silken heat gripped his shaft, and she tightened her inner muscles, eliciting another groan from him. He bent down to tongue her nipples one at a time, then done teasing, straightened up and set a punishing pace. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted his fangs in her neck, but he never came close. She thought he would have lost control by now. She was quickly learning he was always in control.
    He slid a finger into Amalia’s mouth, and before she could do more than close her lips on it, he pulled it out and reached between them, slipping it through her curls. It was too much, Amalia screamed as she shattered, the feeling of fullness stretching her. He thrust balls deep, until his orgasm took hold. Nevin’s whole body stiffened and as soon as he finished, he’d pulled out and zipped up, leaving Amalia very aware that he was fully dressed while she had nothing on but a bra and one high heel.
    Looking around, she found most of her clothes, but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She slipped her shirt back on and untangled her pants from her shoe,