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“I promise I am very, very real, Jenna. And we have much to talk about, Beloved, but not now. Right now I have to taste you, just a little. I need to feel you,” he rested his forehead briefly against hers and exhaled. “Perhaps
I
need proof that
you
are real.” He leaned down, not trusting himself to touch anything more than her mouth. His lips grazed hers. Electric, like one of Aidan’s lightening bolts, was the only description Nic could come up with. He dipped back down and sipped from her mouth. Her taste was so sweet and unique, like peaches and cream. It called to him in such a primal way. His dick never gotten so hard, so fast and with such urgency.

He wanted to go slow, to give her time to adjust, to make sure she was healed, but he couldn’t do it. He needed to touch more of her, now. He raised his hand to her cheek, cupping her face to raise her chin, and dove back down to lick her full bottom lip.

Angling his head slightly, he slipped his tongue deftly between the crease of her lips.

She opened to him willingly, allowing him full access to her mouth. With her surrender there was no holding back. An animal growl ripped from Nic's throat as he deepened the kiss even further.

He demanded that she respond to his mouth, and she didn’t disappoint. Her silky tongue tangled with his, filling him with her flavor and brushing him with satin fire. His breath came faster now as he pulled back to skim her face with his lips. He sprinkled feather-light kisses across her forehead, the bridge of her nose and the dimple in her cheek. He nuzzled her jawline, following it to the side of her neck. Jenna’s body softened and her body heat rose.

Nic inhaled her scent and knew she wanted him, instinctively knew she was ready for him. His head was telling him to wait, but his body took control. He was too selfish, too needy to stop now. Watching her come so close to death before they’d ever even touched was his undoing. He needed to reassure himself that she was healthy and alive and finally his.

*

Jenna put her hands to Nico’s chest and pushed. What was she doing? She couldn’t quite wrap her brain around the fact the he was real. The man from her dreams, the lover who made her tremble with sexual thirst, was real and sharing the same bed.

“Wait, wait, please,” she begged, hoping like hell he would understand. He froze; his handsome face drew into a frown of concern. Drawing a deep breath, he gave a tight nod and pushed himself up, shifting to the side. Grabbing her hand, he brought it to his lips.

“I am sorry, Beloved,” he said against her fingers. “I did not mean to go so fast, or to overwhelm you.” He sighed again and pressed her fingers to his lips, letting his tongue sneak out to tease the sensitive tips. “Just days ago I thought I was witnessing your death, and now you’re awake and so fucking beautiful that I just needed to feel you.” Jenna hid her smile, but not the blush that flamed her cheeks. No one ever thought she was beautiful. Nic turned to lie on his side, propped on his elbow with his head in his hand. He rubbed her palm over his cheek and she felt the liquid heat rushing between her thighs. Just like in the dreams, only multiplied a thousand times over.

“What happened to me? The last thing I remember is Sal punching me.” Jenna shuddered at the memory, and then gasped as Nic’s brilliant blue eyes turned a paler shade, tiny blue flames dancing in their depths.

The glow died as quickly as it came, and Nic caressed her arm as he told her the story of how he, Aidan and Bas found her in the alley. He’d killed Harv and Sal himself.

He was unapologetic for their deaths, and that served to remind Jenna that he was no ordinary man, that he was a predator. But somehow she wasn’t afraid of him. Instead, Jenna was humbled by the rage he felt on her behalf. This man recognized her from their shared dream, saved her life, avenged her pain, and nursed her back to health. She wasn’t about to question fate for bringing them together.

He pushed up next to her, his mouth a scant inch from hers. “Is there anything else you want to know, Jenna?” His breath washed over her lips, bathing her in his spicy scent. “Answer quickly. because I’m going to kiss you again and again until you tell me to stop.”

Jenna gave him a little smile, but remained quiet, which brought Nic to her in a bruising kiss. Jenna threw her arms around his wide shoulders when he moved over her, one denim-clad thigh pushing between hers. The t-shirt she wore rose along with his leg.

She realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear when she felt the rough fabric of his jeans brush against her wet heat, and she tried to close her thighs against him. She couldn’t decide if the move was a success or a complete failure when all she managed to accomplish was to press his thigh even tighter to her pussy.

A chuckle sounded in her ear. “Open for me, Jenna. I am going to taste and feel every single inch of you.”

Nic ran his tongue along her throat, moving down to her shoulder. His fangs scraped lightly over her skin, and while a part of her knew she should be scared, the larger part knew that this was Nico. Jenna knew, in every single cell, that he would never hurt her, and the sensation caused each nerve ending in her body to fire off electric pulses straight to her core.

“God, baby,” he whispered, his breath trailing fire back up to her ear. His hands found her smaller ones. Entwining their fingers, he tugged them over her head, pinning them to the mattress. Her nipples hardened, poking into his solid chest.

“Jenna, I need to be inside of you,” he said harshly. Strain was evident on his handsome features. Jenna knew he was holding back. “Tell me now, Beloved. If you need me to back off, I will, but you have to say it now.” Jenna couldn’t form the words; instead she freed one of her hands. Placing it on his chest, she trailed her shaky fingers down the length of his torso, finding the bottom of his shirt. She yanked it up. Nic captured her hand, stopping her.

God, don’t let him stop now
. Her body craved him. She wanted, no she
needed
to feel his skin sliding against her. Dream be damned, she wanted to feel the real man lying on top of her.

He sat up and Jenna protested the break in connection. Pulling his t-shirt the rest of the way off, he tossed it to the floor, never taking his blue eyes from her. Grabbing her hands, he directed them back to his chest.

Her fingers curled around the tightly muscled pecs. She felt the wet heat flood her again; her mouth began to water as he closed his eyes. Nic moaned low as if he was savoring the light scratch of her nails over his tight male nipples. Jenna took advantage of his obvious bliss to gently squeeze each tiny peak.

Nic’s back arched and his eyes snapped open. He positioned his hands at the neck of her shirt, ripping it in two. Her breasts spilled out of the opening and her skin burned.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Just like I knew you would be.” His hands slowly danced across her upper body. Jenna’s flesh quivered and her nipples puckered even harder, waiting in breathless anticipation for his next touch. He was teasing her mercilessly, and it was killing her.

He slipped one long finger into his mouth, wetting it. Jenna held her breath as he sucked it slowly, bringing out of his wicked mouth and down to her pale nipple. Jenna bucked upwards as his wet finger made contact, tracing her taut nipple. His eyes glowed with unrestrained joy at her reaction and, laughing, he bent down and blew across the sensitized peak. Jenna moaned into the sensation. Nic was shredding her sanity one soft puff at a time. The pleasure was indescribable; the feelings gathering in her were overwhelming.

Tears filled her brown eyes. No one ever treated her with such care, such tenderness.

No one had ever showered her with such acceptance and affection. The first drop tumbled over her lashes to land on her cheek. Ducking her head, she tried to hide her joy, her pain.

Nic’s hand came under her chin, turning her to face him. Seeing her wet cheeks his brows knit together, puzzled. Thoughtful for a second, he leaned down, licking the saline away. The one small gesture caused the damn to burst. Jenna couldn’t stop the flow of tears raining down, and after a moment she didn’t even try.

He never said a word, he just let her cry, sipping each tear from her cheeks. He was drinking her sorrow, and the act devastated her control.

Her chest hurt, her heart swelling with something she was afraid to name. It was impossible to feel this much for a virtual stranger, wasn’t it? But then, was Nico really a stranger to her? They’d shared the most intimate moments she’d ever experienced before they’d even met, in her dreams.

She tried desperately to swallow the rest of her pain; she didn’t want to pollute the night with her past. She wasn’t going to corrupt a beautiful memory, lying in Nic’s arms was where she belonged. She was going to celebrate what was to come.

Jenna’s every quiver echoed in his own body, her every tear. There was nothing he could do but let her cry. She needed to purge herself. No one could escape what she had without some kind of trauma haunting them. Fuck, it was hard to do nothing but hold her.

Her tears shredded his heart, tore his gut. He silently vowed he would do whatever it took to keep her from ever going through this kind of pain again. For now, he held her as the past crept up on her.

Damn, he admired her courage. She didn’t sob out loud, nor did she curse the world, which would have been her right. She wept silently, and when it was enough she gave a hard swallow, and stopped.

Nic pressed his cool fingers to her hot cheek, bringing her eyes up to meet his, trying to pour all of his love, his passion and his admiration into his gaze. He must have succeeded at least a little, because her eyes widened, her lips parting on a small gasp.

His control broke yet again. This woman possessed the magic spell that shattered his control with one wondering look.

He fell on her again, wrapping his arms around her. Chest to chest, he held her, kissing her endlessly, pushing his tongue into her wet mouth, reassuring her that he was here, that he was real. That he was hers.

Jenna kissed him back with equal hunger, fingers winding into his long hair to hold him to her. She opened her legs for him with no urging, wrapping her full thighs around his hips, pulling him closer. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and he swallowed her moan as the material from his jeans created burning friction at her core. She writhed, arching her hips into him, and he broke from the kiss, throwing his head back to gasp for air.

Her eyes glowed green and amber, lit from within by her passion. Her body rose against his, begging for contact, for release. He pushed his hips against her, his bulging cock crying to break free of its denim confinement. She was scalding hot. He could feel her desire soaking through his jeans.

Her fingers crept up his spine, tiptoeing over each muscle, plane and ridge along his back. Each little stroke licked him with fire. He sucked in a breath, grinding his cock deeper into the cradle of her thighs while her fingers continued their play.

His mouth pressed to hers, then lifted to skate along her jaw. Pushing her hair aside, he rubbed his nose into the tender crook where her neck met her shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he groaned. Her scent. Nic would never get enough of it. The tip of his tongue came out to trace the path from her creamy shoulder to the side of her neck. Her pulse beckoned him to taste her. He pushed the urge down deep; tonight was for loving and healing. There would be other nights for that sort of sharing.

Instead, he moved back up, biting her lightly on the chin. He watched a smile spread across her face. Licking where he’d just bitten, he worked his way down into the valley of her breasts.

The fullness cushioned his face. He rubbed his cheeks over her silky skin, murmuring, “Jenna, you are so damn soft.” His lips caressed the soft, plump outer edges of her tits. His fingers itched to grab her ample breasts and pluck at the nipples until she begged him to enter her, but he swore he was going to take this slow, no matter how loudly his cock was protesting.

Nic wanted to be as gentle as he could. In their shared dreams Jenna often praised his gentle touch, his romantic actions. In their dreams, gentleness had been possible; in real life it was another thing entirely. Nic had never been a gentle lover; in fact he preferred it hard, hot and fast. As primal an act as sex could get. After all, he’d reasoned, he was Vampire. How much more carnal did one get?

Tonight, for his One, Nic forced himself to slow down. His mouth slid across one nipple, scraping a fang along the very tip. Jenna’s chest heaved and she threw her head back at the touch. She arched beautifully into his mouth, the sweet fire of her blood teasing his senses.

Slow, he reminded himself. Keep it slow… He learned every part of her breast, circling the entire globe with devouring lips and savoring tongue. He sipped at her nipple, first just the tip, then he opened his lips, tasting more of her silky skin, and finally taking as much of her into his mouth as he could and driving her mad with his relentless suction.

One hand glided down her ribs, along the rise of her plump belly. He wanted to sink into her and never resurface. Skin never felt so satiny under his fingers. A woman’s soft gasps never contained such music. Her body jumped every place he caressed, begging for more of his touch.

Nic’s palm found Jenna’s inner thigh. His mouth went to her other breast to suckle, his hand traveled along the crease, moving ever closer to her sheath. The tip of his finger traced along the plump lips of her labia, the slick moisture coating his fingers.

“Damn, baby, I could fuck you right now. You’re so ready for me.” He moved his finger over her, rimming her tiny, fluttering opening, soaking in her whimpers of pleasure.

Slow, dammit, he reminded himself again. Keep it gentle. He was going to make her come first, let her pleasure fill the ache within him, stoke the fire burning him up.

*

Jenna knew this couldn’t be a dream; her dreams never felt this good. Her dreams didn’t make her feel so alive. Nic was still the gentle lover of her dreams, but now his touch took on a desperate urgency that was all too real and all too compelling. She pushed her hand into his long hair. Locking the long strands between her fingers, Jenna led his lips back to her nipple, where he plucked it with his lips, scraped it with his fangs.