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Yep, knee-buckling
. Burn had to clasp her elbows to keep her standing upright. But what haunted her thoughts and caused her heart to beat faster was his declaration: he was falling in love with her.

Burn took her hand and escorted to the car. He opened the passenger door like a gentleman, and then climbed into the driver’s side.

“Shall we go back to my room? I can order you room service.”

“Yes, I would like that.”

Deanna clasped her hands to keep them from shaking.
His room. Finally
.

As Burney pulled into his parking space at the inn, he stole a glance at Dean. Her face was flushed, and her lower lip trembled. He could hear her heart pounding and the blood rushing through her entire body. The sensation heightened his arousal. If she was experiencing new emotions due to this soul-mate business, he could not begin to describe the new stimulations he felt. Everything was enhanced—his senses, emotions, and his excitement. His body thrummed with life as never before. It made him love her more. This, then, was the soul-mate bond.

“So, we’re going to talk about this?” she asked.

“If you come to my room, Dean, we’ll be doing more than talking. I want you in my bed and I want to make love to you. I ache for you. I need you.” He paused. “I could be cruder in my intentions, as I was in the restaurant, but I’m in essence, a gentleman. My thoughts, however, are the furthest thing from chivalrous, I assure you. I want to be inside you, as feckin’ deep as I can get.”

His voice was full of the yearning he no longer bothered to hide. Yet warning bells rang in his head. Dean could reject him either now or later. He had avoided just this situation his whole existence, yet he felt compelled to love her at least once. The last few days had been magical, but how would she react to actual sex with him? Burney watched her struggle with her decision.

Say yes. Love me, even if it’s one night. Give me the memories to cherish
.

He waited. His heart banged in his throat.

Dean turned to look at him. “Yes.”

Deanna blinked. Many times she’d wondered how she would react in a strange or scary situation. She’d thought her reaction would be like those squealing women in horror movies. But she’d accepted Burn and from the very beginning hadn’t been frightened of him. Sure, her body trembled, but that was from desire. While there was a thread of sexy danger lurking underneath, Burn seemed gentle, protective, and honest. Maybe she longed for adventure in her staid, comfortable life. A fling with an otherworldly being would certainly constitute an exciting exploration. And this
was
a fling. It had to be. No one fell in love or made a connection this intense or this fast, no matter what he said.

Whatever the reasons, she wanted this. Sex had not been part of her life in quite some time. If what had happened in the woods was just a taste, she wanted the whole meal. Deanna took a deep breath, climbed out of the car, and followed Burn to his room.

Once inside, Burn slammed the door and pushed her against it, and with his hands flat on the door on either side of her head, leaned in to kiss her. His sexy lips moved over hers with a stealthy, provocative skill. His deep growl of desire made her wet immediately. Burn moved to her chin, then down her throat. Sharp fangs lightly brushed past the patch of skin over her carotid artery and she almost came right there.
Sex with a vampire just may have its merits
.

“I won’t bite you unless you desire it,” he crooned. “But to have cock and fangs plunged into you at the same time is beyond all sexual experience. Think on that.”

His sultry, seductive words sent her heart tumbling. His sinful smile showed a sensual knowledge she couldn’t even begin to fathom. Deanna was so close to screaming at the top of her lungs, “
Go ahead
!
Bite me
!
Fuck me
!” So much for control.

Actually, she wasn’t keen on being bitten.

Deanna stroked his cheek. “I still can’t believe you’re two hundred and fifty-two years old.”

His hand covered hers. “I know I look young, and I know I’m good-looking enough.” He smiled. “But look closely at my face, love. All traces of youth and innocence have long since fled. Behold the cynical twist to my mouth and the hard lines of life and experience deeply etched around it. I have lived many lives, and it shows, if one looks hard enough. My eyes will tell you the same story. They reflect not youth, but age.”

“God, the way you talk. I love it.”

While his past was a fascinating subject, Deanna had more desirous thoughts on her mind.

She fumbled with his cotton shirt, then, losing all patience, ripped it up the middle. Buttons bounced off the nearby wall. Burn pulled back in momentarily surprise, but his pewter eyes narrowed in raw lust and admiration for her boldness.

“Such passion, darlin’. I sensed it in you from the first. Don’t hold back. Promise me. I can fulfill any desire; I pledge this to you. Speak what you wish and I will see it done."

Oh, sweet Jesus
. Perspiration beaded at her hairline. Her breath grew ragged. She grabbed the torn pieces of his shredded shirt and bunched them in her fists. Bringing Burn close, she placed her mouth barely an inch from his.

“I need you inside me. Now. No foreplay. Just thick, hard, hot cock.”
Did I just say that
?

Burn growled then spun her around to face the bed. “Lower your jeans, love.”

With trembling hands she did and quickly stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Thank God she wore sexy panties. Burn’s hand gently gripped the back of her neck and he bent her over the bed until her cheek lay against the bedspread. Her ass was high in the air in invitation.

“I do hope these are not a favorite pair,” he whispered seductively in her ear.

He pulled back, grabbed a fistful of fabric, and tore the slim piece of silk from her body.

Holy hell, I just got wetter
.

“Do you wish me to wear a condom?”

Her lust-addled brain struggled to keep up with the conversation. Deanna was so far gone, protection had never crossed her mind.

“Yes,” she gasped.

Her breath sounded ragged and out of control. Deanna heard a package being ripped open then his large, warm hands gripped her hips.

“So wet and so luscious.”

Burn slammed his cock into her wet, feminine folds. She cried out as the sensation of being stretched sent her body to an otherworldly plane. He pushed in some more.

God almighty, how large is he
?

The forceful but methodical thrusts caused her vision to blur. Burn pulled out then sank back in even deeper, causing an animal moan to tear from her lips. Deanna grabbed fistfuls of the bedspread.

“Do you know how perfectly we fit?” he murmured, awe in his voice.

Burn angled her hips slightly and his thrusts increased in tempo, skin slapping against skin. The change in angle had his rock-hard cock deep inside her. He reached around with his hand to stimulate her swollen clit. His driving force was wrenching, sweet agony. Her climax built to a never-before-reached intensity, even higher than in the woods yesterday. Her inner muscles clutched and caressed his pounding prick. Through the fog of passion, Burn groaned lustily. Colors swirled in her vision as the orgasm tore through her. Deanna screamed and tried to muffle as much of the sound as she could into the blankets. He kept thrusting.

“Come, darlin’. Come for me again. I can do this all night. As I told you, vampires are blessed with incredible stamina and strength. I can move faster. Pound you until you beg for release. Do you want more?”

Tears rolled down her cheeks from the intensity of her climax.
Never came like that before
. The astonishing thing was another wave was about to overtake her.
Do this all night
? Her deeply hidden sexual fantasies had just come to life. Deanna arched her body and thrust back until her ass touched his balls.

“More. Give me everything.”

A sexy, beastly snarl rumbled deep from inside him. He moved even faster, much like a piston on a machine. She cried out again and again. Deanna’s body shook and shimmied from the endless, orgasmic waves. Burn’s hands were warm to the touch and his long fingers stroked her skin, which intensified her climax.

“I can’t hold back any longer Dean, I’m losing control….” Burn roared.

Ragged, husky growls tore from his lips as he came. He quaked and shuddered for many minutes. Finally he pulled out, and laid her gently on the bed. He leaned over her, his torn shirt hanging in shreds and his muscular chest heaving.

Deanna chanced a quick glance at his crotch. His jeans lay low on his hips. His cock was beautiful. Huge. Potent. The amazing thing, he was still hard. Her gaze swept up to look at his face. Burn’s eyes resembled mirrored glass and his finely chiseled cheekbones were prominent with every exhalation of his breath. He leaned down and kissed her. His lips were warm, inviting, scorching. She raised her hands to cup his clean-shaven face and the skin was soft and searing to the touch. Burn slowly pulled back and caught her in his mesmerizing contemplation.

“I never lose control, but I did with you, my sweet.”

He stood upright and removed the remnants of his torn shirt. Deanna gasped aloud. She’d gotten a teasing glimpse of his chest at the bookstore, but nothing could have prepared her for the exquisitely carved torso on display.
Touch him. Now
. Sitting upright and laying her hand flat on his chest, her fingers spread in exploration. She knew why he was called “Burn.” The man was a walking fireplace. Heat, sparks, and sizzle seemingly oozed from every pore. He lived within her skin, in total control of all her senses and nerve endings, heating her from the inside out.

Burn closed his eyes and moaned. His bands of tightly packed muscles clenched under her touch. He took her hand and laid it over his heart. The rhythm had an intense, hammering tempo.

“Only you have made it beat so. It’s never been this alive, not in two and a half centuries.”

Oh God, his words
. Burn made her pledge, to keep this a casual fling, very difficult. He opened his eyes and captured her with a passionate look. As it changed color from black to silver to stormy gray, it amazed her. His emotions were exposed, clearly evident in the depths of his sexy stare. He laid her back on the bed.

“Let me love you, Dean. As you deserved to be loved.”

Burney had already taken her hard and fast. Now he wanted to savor, taste, and love. The wild animal sex was more than he’d expected. When Dean tore his shirt, he’d nearly spilled himself in his jeans right then and there. She was a wildcat, and he loved it. His mate of the soul matched him in bed in every way. His senses screamed. Though he could hear an owl outside in the elm tree and the pounding bass from the lounge three doors down, as if they were in the same room, life went on all around him. Yet his had been altered permanently, such was the impact of his climax.

This hunger, this craving, was beyond wanting her blood, though he yearned for that, too. Burney wanted to possess and worship her and most of all, protect her even from himself. The need to make Dean his in all ways pounded in his brain. His heart roared for the connection. Could he control the urge to drink from her and make her his mate?

Dean lay on her back and watched with sultry interest as he tore off the used condom and rolled on another. He pulled his jeans up slightly, but left a tantalizing portion of his cock exposed, as she could not seem to stop staring at him. Her blatant interest and admiration made him harder. He lifted her bare leg and kissed slowly up the length. Dean’s legs were long and shapely, which had his imagination firing on all cylinders. She would look incredible in a short skirt and high heels.
Something to explore and very feckin’ soon
. An erotic vision of Dean wearing high heels with a certain piece of lingerie flickered through his mind. As he licked the inside of her thigh, she murmured her approval.

Burney was tempted to bury his tongue into her strawberry-blond curls and lick and eat her like a decadent dessert.
Later
. He began to unbutton her shirt, and Dean rose up on her elbows to assist him. She was now naked except for the bra, which had a front clasp. How convenient. She squirmed a little as if she were suddenly conscious of her near nakedness. Her legs clamped together tight. His passionate wildcat was self-conscious about her body. He found the shyness endearing.

“Burn, could we turn off a few lights?” she whispered.

“Why, my sweet?”

He knew why, but wanted her to speak her fears aloud. It would be the only way to overcome them.

“I…well—I’m not perfect, not like you. My waist has no shape. My breasts are too big—and I can’t believe I just told you that.”

Burney fell deeply in love with her, right then.
Bloody hell, I absolutely adore her
. He took her hand, lifted it to his lips, and nibbled on her knuckles.

“I am not perfect, love. Direct sunlight and bright light can make me nauseous. I need to drink blood. I seldom eat. I will live forever. I see all these things as flaws. As for your list, I don’t see it. To me, you’re perfection.”

Her eyes softened. “You say the sweetest things, Burn.”

“I do not say these sweet things to just any woman. I’ve never said them before, ever.”

He lowered her hand and in a swift movement, unclasped her bra. The cups fell away to reveal the beautiful breasts he’d worshiped yesterday. They were a little larger than most, but all the more to admire and adore. Burney leaned down and captured a golden-brown nipple in his mouth. Dean drew a sharp breath then offered him encouraging murmurs as he licked and playfully bit her breast. Her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him deeper, enticing him to take more. Her skin was soft and sweet to the taste. Dean was so responsive, and he could sense her heightening arousal.