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〃You are so beautiful； ma petite。〃 He put his fingertips to my lips before I could protest。 〃You are beautiful。 On this I do not lie。〃
His fingers moved across my lips； down my chin。 He slid his hands to my shoulders； down my back； in slow； teasing lines。 His hands stopped on either side of my waist； mirroring my hands on his own waist。
〃Now what？〃 My voice was a little breathless。
〃Whatever you like； ma petite。〃
I massaged my hands against his waist； feeling the flesh underneath； feeling him under my hands。 I spread my hands wide； splaying my fingers tense against his skin； dragging my hands up his ribs。
He kneaded his fingers into my waist； pressing his hands against my ribs。 He inched his hands upward along my sides。 Strong fingers pressed into my skin just enough to make me sigh。 He stopped with his thumbs below my breasts。 His touch was feather light； almost not touching at all。 But that one small brush of his skin against my breasts made my body react； tightening； nipples hardening。 My body wanted him。 Wanted him so badly that my skin felt large and aching with the thought of it。
My own hands were pressed against his chest。 I realized that he was still mirroring me； waiting for me to move。
I stared up into his face。 I searched that beauty； those dark eyes。 There was no pull to them； no power； except the thick black line of his lashes； and the rich color like the sky just before darkness swallows the world when you think all is black； but there in the west is a shade of blue； dark and rich as ink。 Beauty had its own power。
I slid my hands up his chest； fingers brushing across his nipples。 I stared at his face while I did it； heart pounding in my throat； breath ing too fast。
His hands slid upward； cupping my breasts。 The touch of his hands made me gasp。 He scooted lower in the water； still touching me。 He bent over my breasts and laid a gentle kiss on them。 He licked the water off my skin； lips working gently。
I shuddered and had to steady myself on his bare shoulders。 All I could see was his long； dark hair bent over me。 I caught sight of us in the mirrors。 I watched his mouth close over my breast； felt him take me into his mouth as far as he could。 Fangs pressed against my breast。 For a second I thought they would sink into my flesh； draw blood in a fine hot line； but he drew back。 He dropped to all fours in the water； which made me taller； allowed me to look down into his face。
There was no uncertainty in his face now。 His eyes were still lovely； still human； but there was a knowledge in them now； a growing darkness。 Sex； for want of a better word； but that look in a man's eyes is too primitive for vocabulary。 It's the darkness we all have inside of us； peeking out。 That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours。 He stayed crouched in the water with that feral light in his eyes； and I went to him。
I kissed him； light； a brush of lips。 I flicked my tongue along his lips and he opened his mouth for me。 I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him； tasted him； explored him。
He came up out of the water with a sound between a moan and a cry。 His arms locked behind my back and he rolled us in the water like a shark。 We came up gasping。 He pushed away from me to lean against the far edge of the tub。 I was breathing so hard I was trembling。 My pulse thudded at the back of my throat。 I could taste it on my tongue； almost roll the beating pulse in my mouth like candy。 I realized it wasn't just my heart I was hearing。 It was Jean…Claude's。
I could see the pulse in his neck like something alive and separate； but it wasn't only my eyes that could see it。 I could feel it like it was my own。 I had never been so aware of the blood coursing through my body。 The pulsing warmth of my own skin。 The thick pumping of my heart。 My life thundering inside me。 Jean…Claude's body pulsed in time to mine。 It was like he was riding my pulse； my blood。 I felt his need； and it wasn't just sex； but for the first rime； I understood it wasn't just the blood； either。 It was all of me。 He wanted to warm himself in my body； like holding hands to a flame； gathering my warmth； my life； to him。 I felt his stillness； a depth of quiet that nothing living could touch； like a still pool of water hidden away in the dark。 In one crystalline moment； I realized that； for me； this was part of the attraction： I wanted to plunge my hands into his stillness； into that quiet place of death。 I wanted to embrace it； confront it； conquer it。 I wanted to fill him up with a burning wash of life； and I knew in that moment that I could do it； but only at the price of drinking in some of that still； dark water。
〃My deepest apologies； ma petite； you have almost undone me。〃 He sank into the water； leaning against the edge of the tub。 〃I did not e here to feed； ma petite。 I am sorry。〃
I felt his heartbeat going away from me； pulling away from me。 My pulse slowed。 The only heart thudding in my ears was my own。
He stood； water dripping down his body。 〃I will go； ma petite。〃 He sighed。 〃You rob me of my hard…won control。 Only you can do that to me； only you。〃
I crawled through the water towards him and let the darkness fill my eyes。 〃Don't go；〃 I said。
He watched me with a look that was part amazement； part amusement； part fear； as if he didn't trust me…or didn't trust himself。
I knelt at his feet； running my hands up the soaked cloth of his jeans。 I dug my nails lightly into the cloth over his thighs and stared up at him。 My face was dangerously close to places I had never touched before； not even with my hands。 This close； I couldn't help noticing that he was stretched hard and firm under the tight； heavy cloth。 I had a terrible urge to lay my cheek over his groin。 I ran my hand lightly over him； barely touching。 That small touch brought a soft groan from him。
He stared down at me like a drowning man。
I met his eyes。 〃No teeth； no blood。〃
He nodded slowly。 He tried twice before he found his voice。 〃As my lady wishes。〃
I laid my cheek across him； feeling him firm and large against my skin。 I felt his whole body tense。 I rubbed my face against him like a cat。 A small sound escaped him。 I looked up。 His eyes were closed； his head thrown back。
I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and used it to pull myself to my feet。 Water ran down my body； suds clung to my skin。
His hands encircled my waist； but his eyes went lower。 He met my gaze and smiled。 It was the smile he always had。 That smile that said he was thinking wicked little thoughts； things you'd only do in the dark on a dare。 For the first time； I wanted everything that smile promised。
I tugged at his jeans。 〃Off。〃
He unsnapped the jeans carefully。 He peeled the wet cloth away from his body。 If there'd been underwear； I never saw it。 The jeans ended up on the carpet。 He was somehow suddenly nude。
He was like carved alabaster； every muscle； every curve of his body pale and perfect。 Telling him he was beautiful was redundant。 Saying golly gee whiz seemed too uncool。 Giggling was out。 My voice came small and strangled； hoarse with all the words I couldn't find。 〃You're not circumcised。〃
〃No； ma petite。 Is that a problem？〃
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