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happened? How did I get here?” she asked and licked
her lips before bringing the bottom one between her teeth. It sounded like he
groaned but she wasn’t willing to glance up to be sure.
    “How much do you remember?”
    He doesn’t know you’re aware of what he is , she
reminded herself. Keep it that way .
    “Two men tried to mug me. When I fought one of them decked
me. I don’t remember anything after that.” She found the courage to meet his
eyes and anything else she wanted to say died in her throat. His irises were a
pure vibrant gold. There was no way he could pass for human, not with peepers
like those.
    Oh god .
    She tore her eyes away and recalled all the reasons she
couldn’t allow herself to fantasize about those lips, those eyes or what was sure
to be a perfectly toned and sculpted body beneath his clothes. Yet even as she
tried she felt her body respond, nipples going hard and panties becoming moist.
    And he could smell her arousal.
    Damn, damn, damn!
    Stop thinking impure thoughts. You cannot have him. He’s
from a different species that likes to bite, control and dominate.
    “Who are you?” She choked out the question.
    He approached oh so slowly and sweet Mary Jane if his body
didn’t ripple with the movement. He knelt inches from her and reached out. His
fingers were wide and thick, the tips blunt but slightly rounded, the nails
trimmed short. Her eyes went wide when he slid his fingers behind her ear and
palmed her jaw. Electricity accompanied his touch, sharp bristles of pleasure
that zinged through her skin, traveled down her spine and went directly to her
sex.
    Gasping softly, she kept her eyes locked on to his mouth as
he neared. The distance between them vanished and that glorious face of his
came closer, then closer still. He smelled of soap and water—fresh, clean and
undeniably male. When his lips stopped scant millimeters from her own, she
detected the tantalizing aromas of coffee and sugar.
    “Diskant.” He breathed his name against her mouth, so close
she could taste him.
    Diskant? The name struck a chord of recognition but
the memory was hazy.
    Lifting her gaze was foolhardy and dangerous but she did so
anyway. Beautiful pools of shimmering gold stared back. The hand at her jaw
drifted down, traveling along the length of her throat and past her collarbone.
It was such a gentle touch, fingers barely skimming the surface of the skin.
Goose bumps followed the path he created, a winding trail of prickling heat
that shot all the way to her bones.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered, never breaking the eye contact.
    “B-beautiful?”
    “Your eyes,” he answered. “So blue.”
    Air escaped her lungs in a quiet sigh and her lids slid
closed when his lips brushed against hers, side to side, left to right. The
gesture was so innocent, so intimate. Her mouth opened in welcome and he
accepted the invitation like a gentleman. His tongue slid past her lips,
allowing her to taste him for the first time. The sweetness of hazelnut and
sugar coated her tongue. She moaned, lifted her left hand and wrapped her
fingers loosely around his wrist.
    His tongue flicked against hers, teasing and taunting. She
responded, mirroring the laps until the tips of their tongues touched, pulled
away and met once more. It was a treacherous game of cat and mouse. He baited
her, offering her his tongue before moving away, forcing her to chase and
follow. Each pass fueled the fire in her veins and increased the pulsating heat
wetting the skin between her legs.
    When she felt him initiate more, delving deeper and tasting
her completely, she was eager to give him what he desired. Her lips parted and
she allowed him to take control, to dominate her mouth. He explored each and
every crevice, tracing her lips before tasting her deeply. His teeth captured
the tip of her tongue when she tried to follow his lead. He sucked the tiny
nub, flicking his own tongue across the surface in agonizingly slow circles.
    Her pussy throbbed,