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  Fire ran though me, going from the scars and straight to my clit. When I cried out his name again my voice broke in a dry sob, and I opened my eyes to see Anando looking at me, concerned. He brought the candle toward his face, and I shook my head. “No!” I breathed just as he was about to blow the flame off. Tilting his head to one side, he observed me for a second. I held my breath as he slowly smiled.

  "Close your eyes again,” he murmured, and as I did I could feel him moving on the bed, settling between my thighs, his cock hard and wet and too elusive when it brushed against me.

  Within seconds, the wax was hitting my flesh again. This time the drops hit close together, forming a continuous line going up from my navel and toward my collarbone, then down again. The feeling of the wax drawing a spiral on my right breast was incredible, and I was shaking continuously by the time a larger drop reached my puckered nipple.

  I arched under the touch, seeing sparks behind my closed eyelids and crying out Anando's name even as his cock surged into me. Overwhelmed by sensations, I cried again and again, until my throat was raw and every inch of me was burning, inside and out. I could distinctly feel every single spot where he had dribbled wax on me, as though his fingers where all over me, light as feathers but inescapable. But he had put the candle away and his hands remained at my hips, tight and forceful, angling me up toward him, sharpening the angle of his thrusts inside me.

  I kept waiting for the pleasure to fade, for my orgasm to recede and, maybe, build again. But rather than decreasing, the flames consuming me just strengthened with each snap of his hips until I thought I would pass out from just feeling too much.

  And then ... I opened my eyes to look at him, and at the expression on his face, pure hunger and lust, I just ... let go.

  I don't know how to explain it any better. I had been on edge until that instant, fighting what Anando was doing the same way I had fought coming back to him.

  Giving in to pleasure, to him, was a revelation.

  My body shook hard enough in my orgasm to throw his rhythm off, but it didn't matter because with one last, deep thrust, he buried his cock inside me and I could feel his release, one more sensation that added to a sum of seemingly infinite pleasure. There was only one thing missing; his fangs piercing my skin. I managed to loop one of my arms around his neck and pulled him down while I scratched at my healed scars with my free hand, peeling the wax away. He gave me a look, a brief, “are you sure” question with his eyes, and at my frantic nod he bit me.

  Bliss, Lady Aphrodite. I have no other word to describe what I felt.

  Afterwards, Anando held me for a little while. I think I was still shivering a little. I protested weakly when he started moving, but he shushed me with quiet words. He left for no more than a few seconds, and when he returned he ran a cool washcloth over my skin, peeling off the wax as he went.

  After the sharp, intense burning from earlier, his calm, almost tender gestures were soothing. I started drifting off into sleep before he was finished. I was vaguely aware that he patted me dry before sliding me off the towel and beneath the sheets. But it wasn't until he slipped in behind me, his chest tight against my back, his cock nestled against the crack of my ass, that I let sleep claim me completely.

  This morning, I woke up before he did. Very slowly, very carefully, I turned in his embrace and slid down until I could rest my cheek on his thigh and take his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I just suckled for a little while, enjoying the feel of him hardening between my lips, and when his hand came to cradle the back of my head I added long licks and slow movements of my mouth up and down his cock. Soon I felt him tense and struggle not to jerk his hips forward. I fought back my gag reflex and swallowed around the head of his cock until he came with a muffled noise that might have been my name.

  After everything he had made me feel, it was gratifying to give back in return. I was grinning when I emerged from under the sheets, but in instants he was on me, his whole body covering me as he pressed his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss that stole my breath and any thoughts I might have had.

  Then ... Then he slipped between my thighs. He was hard again, and he took me, strong and fast, his hands all over me and his mouth leaving faint bruises on my skin.

  And I couldn't pretend anymore, Lady Aphrodite. I knew there would be a next time.

  He asked me to come back that night, and I said I would.

  The End

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  Out of the Box 1

  When she walked into the club, all Virginia wanted was to satisfy her curiosity about vampires—and about being bitten. But when Anando reached out to her and asked her what games she wanted to play, he opened the Pandora box and Virginia found answers to questions she had never thought to ask.

  In This Life or The Next

  When she reluctantly accompanies her husband Alex to an art show, Tania discovers new worlds through the paintings of Mark Wendell, worlds that she experiences as vividly as though she had lived in them. Visions, daydreams and dreams haunt her, showing her different women and the men they loved, all different but also, she soon discovers, all the same. Which will she choose ... the man she married in this life, or the one who was her lover across time?

  Rating—Sultry

  On the Edge

  Brett Andrews thought he had it all. His new club, On The Edge, catering to vampires and humans, is a success, and the beautiful vampire Lisa is everything he could have dreamed of. When an old lover of hers, Leo, shows up at the club, Brett's immediate fear is that he will lose Lisa. But if he just stops thinking long enough to follow Lisa's lead, he might gain a lover instead of losing one.

  All Things Except Blood

  Vampire Eyrin lives in a world in which her kind seals pacts with humans and protect them from fearsome demons in exchange for blood. She is one of her clan's strongest fighters, until the night when she is gravely wounded, in both her flesh and spirit. Disfigured, she hides from all and refuses to feed.

  Returning to the lair, her human lover Ian is shocked to discover her condition but resolute to show her she is still as beautiful in his eyes. He offers her blood and comfort, causing Eyrin to do the one thing forbidden to Childer—take his life.

  When Ian awakens a vampire, sired not by her but by the clan's Master instead, Eyrin reluctantly takes on the task of teaching him about his new existence. But her guilt over killing him makes this responsibility a heavy burden for Eyrin, and the new relationship they forge is a far cry from the one they used to share. Will Ian be able to reach out for her again, or will she keep her door and heart locked to him?

  Rating—Sultry

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