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k the wounds； wanted to feed on my own skin； or better yet； open wounds on Nathaniel and feed off of him。 Just the thought tightened my body； made me writhe underneath him； until I'd freed my legs and he slid against me； only our clothing separating us。 He made a small sound； half…protest； half…something else。
I raised my wrists off the bed； pushing against his grip on me。 I felt his arms strain against me； forcing me back against the bed。 It shouldn't have been a struggle for him to hold me here like this。 I was gaining other things besides hunger through the marks； or the beast。 Nathaniel was still stronger than I was； I could feel that。 But there are things besides strength that count when you're struggling。 I raised my arms from the bed again； only a few inches； and he forced me down again。 But when I had enough room； I rotated my right wrist against his thumb； and my hand was free。
I raised up enough to kiss his chest； and he went very still above me。 I knew in that instant that he wouldn't try and regain control of my arm。 I bit him gently； and his breath went out in a soft； sharp sound。 I licked my way up his chest； with him still holding my left arm； his lower body still pinning mine。 I ran my tongue over his nipple and felt his breathing quicken。 I locked my mouth around his nipple and bit into the skin； the flesh underneath。 He shuddered above me； his body jerking enough that I had to be careful not to break the skin。 But I held on as he moaned above me； and when I drew back； I saw that I had left a near perfect imprint of my teeth behind。
I lay back against the bed and stared at the bite mark on his chest； with his nipple in the center of it； and a thrill went through me； a wave of pleasure at the sight of it； and a feeling of 。。。 possession。 I'd marked him。
I drew my left wrist out of his hand； and he didn't fight me。 He stayed propped above me on his arms； his hips pressed against me； his hair in a cascade around us。 He stared down at me； and his face was raw with need。 I didn't need anything else to tell me how much he wanted me to finish what I'd begun。
I raised up enough to kiss him； and his lips trembled against mine。 The kiss was long and full； and a sound came low in his throat； and he suddenly collapsed against me； his full body weight pinning me to the bed； our mouths； our arms； our bodies locked together in a warm； vanilla…scented nest of his hair； like being rolled in warm satin。 Nathaniel kissed me as if he would climb inside me through my mouth； and I opened for him； let him explore me； taste me； touch me。 It wasn't his hand underneath my top； kneading my breast； that brought me to my senses。 It was my hands down the back of his shorts； cupping the smooth curve of his buttocks。 It helped me swim back into control； to fight down the desire； the hunger。 Where the hell was Jason？ I stopped kissing Nathaniel； stopped touching him； while his hands； his mouth； explored my body。 His need was so strong； so strong。 I could not leave the bed。 I could not walk away。 I was not that strong。
〃Nathaniel； stop。〃
His mouth was on my breast through the satin of the top。 He didn't seem to hear me。
〃Nathaniel； stop！〃 I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away from me。 The front of the top was wet where his mouth had been。 His eyes didn't seem to focus on me。 It was as if he didn't see me at all。
〃Nathaniel； can you hear me？〃
He finally nodded。 〃Yes。〃 Anyone else would have protested being stopped； but he simply looked at me； eyes beginning to focus。 There was no resentment on his face； no anger。 He simply did what I told him to do and waited for me to say more。 I didn't understand Nathaniel； even knowing his heart's desires gave me no real understanding of him。 We were too different； but today that difference might help us。
I would not； could not have sex with Nathaniel。 But I couldn't stop pletely either。 I had to feed。 I had to sink my teeth into his flesh； had to bathe in his lust； had to。 〃Get off me。〃
He rolled onto his back； gazing up at me； lying in a pool of his hair； like a shining auburn frame around his body。 I wanted to see all of him framed against his hair； and all I had to do was drag his shorts down the curve of his hips。 The image was so strong I had to close my eyes； take deep breaths。 The need to touch him lashed through me； almost painful； as if the ardeur could force me to do it。 And maybe it could。 But I would control how I touched him。 I would control at least that much。
I opened my eyes and found him gazing up at me with those impossible lilac eyes。 〃Roll over onto your stomach；〃 I said； my voice hoarse。
He rolled over without a single question； and I was reminded how absolutely helpless he was with a dominant。 He would do what he was told； whatever he was told。 It helped steady me； to know that I had to be in charge。 I had to have some control； because he would have none。
I picked up handfuls of that thick hair and pushed it to one side like a piled beast。 I bared his back； in a clean smooth line。 He turned his head to the side and gazed at me through the film of his hair。 There was no fear in him； only a vast patience； an eagerness； and need。
I rose on all fours over him； straddling his body； and lowered my mouth to his skin。 I licked across his shoulders； but it wasn't enough。 I bit him； gently； and he made a small movement underneath me。 I bit harder； and a tiny sound escaped his lips。 I bit him hard enough that I felt his flesh fill my mouth； felt the grip of him； the meat of him。 I wanted to tear at his flesh； to literally feed from him。 The desire was almost overwhelming。 I collapsed on top of him； my cheek against his back； until I could control myself。 But the scent of his flesh； the smoothness of it under my cheek； the rise and fall of his breathing under my body； it was too much。 I would not eat him literally； but I had to feed。
I bit the flesh of his back； drew him into my mouth； and this time I did not stop until I tasted the sweet metallic taste of blood。 It was the beast that wanted to finish； blood was not enough。 But I raised from the wound and moved on。 I marked Nathaniel's back with near perfect imprints of my teeth； and more and more of them held blood。 It was as if the longer I did it； the harder it was to control。
The scent of fresh blood tightened my body； filled me with heat and longings that had to do more with food than sex。 I sat straddling his body looking down at his back； at my handiwork。 Blood ran in tiny drops from some of the wounds； but mostly it looked like tiny mouths pressed into his flesh。 And it wasn't enough。
I slid my hands down the back of his shorts； drawing my nails delicately along his flesh。 He writhed under the touch； started to rise from the bed； and I pushed him back down。 〃No； no；〃 I said； and he went still under my hands。
I slid his shorts down his body until he lay nude underneath me。 I spread his legs so I could kneel between them； lowered my mouth to that smooth； untouched skin； and marked him。 There was more flesh to hold in my mouth here； tight； but more plentiful。 I filled my mouth with him； drew blood in red； hot circles； until I heard him making small helpless noises。 And I kn