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Chapter 3

Sparks flashed in his silvery eyes, igniting into glittering flames that momentarily stopped my breath. I heard his breath catch and deepen. His embrace tightened suddenly, painfully. Then, with obvious difficulty, he relaxed his arms around me, though I could feel his desire, hard and hot against my abdomen. A long hand crept around the back of my neck, holding me captive for his demanding kiss, and I could feel the change in his incisors now, hard behind his soft, searching lips. I could feel the tips of his growing fingernails pressing into me slightly. I knew he was exerting himself to remain calm, and would have to work much harder to refrain from hurting me as the change progressed.

He moaned softly and rested his cheek against my hair. I smelled the warm, musky scent of his skin, kissed his neck. He took a long, shuddery breath, whispering, “Careful...”

His passion inflamed my own and I could hardly stand still, could not stop touching him, kissing him, wanting him. I kissed his neck again, pulling at his tie, popping the top button off his shirt in my frenzy to reach more of him. I rained hot little kisses along his collarbone, popped more shirt buttons so my lips could reach the middle of his chest. My hands explored the muscles there, then I began kissing my way downward, my hands busy with his belt.

“Please, dearest...be careful...” His usually soft voice was growing huskier, harder.

“I don’t want to be careful! I want you...I want you inside me, now...”

I kissed his hard belly and felt it suck in as he gasped from the sensation of my mouth and the words it had uttered. I looked up. Our eyes locked. He reached down and took me by the arms, lifting me up to him. His eyes dropped to my breasts, where a lot of cleavage was visible in the low-cut, sheer white peignoir I wore. His lips parted slightly and I could see the tips of his sharp teeth, gleaming white in the full moon light. He closed his eyes and turned me to face the water so my back was to him, as though afraid to look for too long at my breasts.

Dusk was rapidly turning to darkness. The falcon was gone, replaced by the occasional bat that dived and swooped, homing in on insects. The water was a vast black pit below us, the whitecaps peaking like chills peak frigid skin in undulating waves. The moon looked down, huge and yellow and serene, and I felt infinitesimal and almost nonexistent compared to the beauty and vast wonder of the night sky. I had always enjoyed that feeling. Then Aloysius pressed against me, still erect, still on the verge of losing control, and his need reminded me that I was important in the universe. Important to him. An even better feeling.

His hand caressed my hair and swept it from the back of my neck. I felt his lips there, and his warm breath, running chills down my back like the peaky waves ran on the water’s surface. His hands found my waist and I put my hands over them and moved them to my breasts. He made a soft sound and touched me through the sheer gown. I reached up and back, finding and caressing his face and hair, the motion raising my breasts and bringing them more firmly into his hands. He cupped them, caressing my nipples with his thumbs, lighting a fire that arced directly to my center. I moaned his name and covered his right hand with my own, guiding it between my legs, stepping outward just enough to give him better access, letting go of his hand to raise the hem of my gown.

He stroked me, dipping his strong fingers lower to cover them with slickness and smooth the contact, beginning to breathe faster and harder when he felt how wet and ready I was. His other hand continued to caress my left breast. His erection, huge and hard, pressed into my lower back. I began to throb for him, to lose control completely. I grasped his stroking hand and pressed it against me harder, pressed his long fingers until some of them slipped inside me, heard myself moaning, “Aly...please...love me...take me...hurt me...”

He growled and turned me again, rougher this time, so that I faced him. I couldn’t bear losing contact and tried to press against him, to throw my arms around his neck. He stopped me, whispering, “Wait!” His voice, like his hands, was growing rougher, more demanding.

He ripped off his jacket, flinging it to the deck, flung away his tie, leaving his open shirt to outline his pale chest. Dropped to his knees. His hair shone like a halo. His eyes glowed silver in the moonlight. His hands caressed my thighs, moved up to cup my buttocks. He nodded curtly at my gown. “Take that off.”

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