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and redirect all that hot passion toward doing something to him
besides taking his head off. Though judging from the way she kept
stealing glances at the massive erection behind his loincloth, she
was already headed in that direction as it was.

Then her recklessness provided him with the chance he was waiting
for. When he blocked one of her wild hacks at his head, she kept
trying to bull past his guard until she slammed chest to chest with
him. Her eyes glittered as she tried to force aside a sword backed
by a vampire's strength.

"Come on, Grace, you know better than that," he said, and
hooked a foot around one of her ankles. She tumbled. He pounced,
locking one hand around her sword wrist and pinning her on the
ground.

Snarling a curse that made his eyebrows rise, she twisted under him,
slim and lithe and wild as an infuriated cat. His cock hardened
even more as his fangs slid to full extension in his mouth. Still
holding her sword arm pinned, he used his free hand to hook one cup
of her leather top and tug it down. A sweet pink nipple popped free.

It was, he saw as his hunger spiraled, almost as hard and eager as
he was. He bent his head to feast.


Grace gasped at the sensation of Lance's wet mouth claiming her
breast. At the same time, his free hand roamed down her body to cup
her sex through her bikini bottom. One long, strong finger slid
under the leather, eased between her lips. Stroked deliciously.
She caught her breath and let her head fall back, arching her body
under his. He felt so damn big, so damn good. Rock hard and sweaty
and strong. And when he touched her, tasted her, the bitterness of
the night fell away.

Stop him before it's too late, the voice of sanity whispered.

But it had been too late since the moment she'd watched him
swagger in wearing only a loincloth and a fine layer of oil.

Besides, she'd only had him once. And she wanted him again.

She fisted her free hand in his dark hair as he devoured her
breasts. His middle finger was buried deep in her sex, while his
thumb strummed her clit. Pleasure curled and snaked through her
veins.

Something wild escaped the tight control she'd kept on it. She
slid a hand up and jabbed a thumb hard into a nerve bundle in his
chest. He jerked away with a gasp. Grace used his momentum to shove