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soft strokes. She battled the need to cover her exposed breasts. Closing her eyes, she chanted a soft prayer for calm.
    “When did this curse become yours to bear?”
    “I was twelve when it struck full-force. My mother died when I turned ten.” Macy swallowed. “I didn’t understand the side effects at first and was pretty stupid.”
    “Someone was harmed.”
    “My guardian was near. Otherwise the boy would’ve died.” Haunted by the shame, she folded her arms to conceal her breasts. “It’s when my seclusion began.”
    His hand massaged her arm and tugged on her wrist. “Don’t hide from me, Macy.”
    Unsure what to say, she remained mute, locked in a battle of wills she’d never fought. Tingles travelled her arm then swept up her shoulder. She closed her eyes and savored the sensuous glide of another’s touch.
    “No man has touched you.”
    “You’re too astute.”
    “That bothers you.” He cupped her breast, bursts of pleasure rippled through her. “Rest assured, every inch of you will be touched tonight.”
     He cupped her chin and dragged her face closer, until her breath mingled with his. Grey eyes studied, as if sensing the indecision keeping her still under his ministrations. What if she couldn’t handle the sensuous overload? Would she hurt him? Would he take too much blood?
    “You think too much, little dragon.”
    “How do you know what I think?”
    He touched her temple. “I call them thinking lines.”
    Great. She was wrinkling already. The thick hair ran through her fingers like velvet when she reached up to touch his temple, like he had hers. “You must not be thinking much.”
    “I’m afraid I can think of only two things,” he whispered, his arm caging her within his fiery grasp.
    Her throat seized, her heart choked. “What’s that?”
    “Whether your lips taste as good as your blood smells.” Breath feathered across her mouth. He held her nape firmly, forcing her to remain where he positioned her. “Don’t you want to know what the second thing is?”
    No. Macy allowed a plaintive moan to drift from her parted lips. “I’d rather you show me.”
    Dmitri growled. His mouth grazed hers, a hungered warning of the predator’s intentions. The second taste heightened her senses and left her clinging for support as the power war began within her. Fire fanned her senses, surged past her defenses and battered its way from her fingertips.
    Concern spurred her from the embrace melding her against him. Her body tingled with need. Strong arms drew her back. His mouth slanted across hers, challenging her will to remain aloof.
    She followed his lead, tasting him. He leaned forward and shrugged out of the vest keeping his glorious chest from her full view. Massaging the sinewy flesh, she placed a hesitant kiss at the base of his throat, lapped at the hot pulse. She hadn’t expected him to have one.
    Pleasure streamed excess power into each lap of her tongue, each sweep of her fingers across his willing flesh. Warm hands tweaked her nipples into fiery, bundled nerves. She’d explode with the intensity.
    He lifted her up until her nipple was poised before his mouth. A groan escaped her, enveloping heat sealed around an aching bud.   
    Teeth grazed the sensitive surface, forcing her to writhe against the onslaught. She ran her hands through his thick hair and pulled him closer, longing for more, but she couldn’t express what.
    A growl punctured her heady bubble of desire. “You’d better be half dead to be here.” Dmitri licked a slight abrasion he’d left on the swell of her breast and drew her close, until her chest pressed against his.
    Someone was here.
    The thought sent her oversexed powers into motion. Light bulbs shattered, her glass door crackled. Flames flickered to life in her bare fireplace. Damn.
    She forced the haze clouding her senses aside and blinked when she turned her head. A smug grin spread across otherwise rugged features. Molten chocolate eyes glazed with