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but feels so good at the same time—like his spankings and other delectable tortures.

“Yes, Dimitri,” I encourage. “Please?”

He brings his thumb to my clit and rubs as he continues to thrust into me, fast and hard.

I scream, my muscles spasming and clenching around his cock.

He gives a shout and slams in deep, staying there.

I wrap my legs tightly around his back, pulling his hips in even closer, his cock even deeper. Keeping him there.

In this moment, I never want to let go.

Dimitri brushes my hair back from my face again and drops a kiss on my forehead, on my nose. On each cheek. Then on my lips.

“You’re so lovely, Gwen. How do you feel?”

“So good,” I murmur.

Chapter 5

Dimitri

It’s wrong how badly I want to defile my innocent flower. But what’s more wrong? I’ve broken all my rules with her.

Here I am spending a second night with her when I never, ever dip twice.

It’s been my rule for almost two hundred years. It’s what’s kept me sane.

Most people think vampires lose the ability to feel. To care. We have to shut it down to get past the pain of loving mortals and watching them die. Or to be able to survive the kill or be killed world of vampires.

And I’d thought perhaps I’d done it. I’d adopted a one night only rule to keep myself from ever getting attached again. And nothing had pierced my armor since.

Until this one.

How did she break the mind wipe I did on her? Her will is so flexible. Perhaps that’s her super power. Or could it be that she’s meant for me?

Fuck.

It almost hurts to look at her, she’s so beautiful. That means she would destroy me. This sweet, guileless, accommodating angel would literally rip my heart apart. Because I can’t watch another woman I love die.

I won’t.

Which means I can’t love.

I should take sweet Gwen home right now and wipe her mind. Re-wipe last night. Wipe tonight from her memories.

Except, she’s already here. I’ve already plucked her flower. I might as well indulge us both in a night of pure carnality. Show her a few more positions. A lot more pleasure.

And at the end of it all, I will make sure she never even remembers Club Toxic exists. Never strays there again.

“Are you sore, babygirl? Or are you ready for another round?”

Her lids, which had been at half-mast, open fully. “I’m ready for you. Anything you want from me.”

So accommodating. Submissive to the core. A complete angel.

“Oh, I know you’ll do my bidding, Gwen, but tell me what you want. Do you need to sleep now? Or are you still curious?”

She pushes up on her elbows. “Still curious.”

I smile. “Good girl. Let me show you one of my favorite positions.” I pull out and flip her over to her belly, then tug her hips toward the ceiling until she lands on her knees.

She tries to stand on her hands as well, but I gently push between her shoulder blades. “Chest on the bed, ass in the air, darling. Show me what a good girl you are.”

“I’m your good girl,” she says.

Why does that fucking kill me every time? The way she pledges her allegiance to me at every turn? I want to tell her she’s not my girl. She won’t see me again after tonight, but I’m incapable of hurting her.

I settle for the compromise. “You are such a good girl.” I gather her hair into a leash, as I had it before, and tip her head up. “Ass out, beautiful. Arch that back, my little kitty-cat.”

She complies and I rub the head of my cock through her juices. She’s still as wet as a fountain. Always ready, this one.

It’s easy to breach her entrance this time but I still go slowly, listening to her breath to know if I’m hurting her.

She merely hums softly.

“That’s it, babygirl. You look so pretty, offering yourself to me.”

Holding her hair like the reins of a horse, I ride her, slowly at first, then with more force, until I drop her hair and grip her hips to hold her perfectly still for my thrusts.

Never has a cunt felt both so tight and so welcoming at the same time. And when her muscles squeeze? I nearly lose control.

And I never lose control

At least, not in centuries.

I fuck her harder and harder, knowing it’s probably too much, that she’ll be sore from this pounding, but I don’t want to stop, and she doesn’t protest. On the contrary; she moans and