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Biting my lip, I widened my thighs until he settled between them, his hard cock resting inside my entrance. The insides of my legs tightened against his hips, but he shook his head.

“Wider,” he grated. Sebastian shook his head when I lay frozen beneath him. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

I spread my legs until my knees ached with the strain.

“Good girl,” he murmured, sinking the head of his cock inside me. “Raise your hips, work me with the pretty little body of yours.”

I whimpered, but he stayed still and as unmoving as the morning I had woken with him in the library. His expression fathomless, I shivered beneath his granite gaze.

Move your fucking hips, Gella.

I moaned at the intrusion in my mind, already complying. His length slid into me, then out. I lifted myself up again, straining to complete his order. “You’re everywhere.”

You have no idea.

I cried out as his hand clamped down on my hip, his thumb sliding along the sensitive patch there, claiming me. “Sebastian!”

Without a touch of his teeth to my throat, I fell into a well of bliss so deep, I couldn't see anything but the flame of desire in his eyes.

Then there was nothing.

CHAPTER NINE

GISELLA

I woke alone. The bed was cold, the sun was up, and I was starving.Two days of faire l’amour with your new husband will do that.I shifted beneath the heavy quilt, shivering. My feet pressed around to find the brick, but there wasn’t one. Sighing, I sat upright, swinging my legs around.

The room swung with me.

I gripped the edges of my bed, waiting for it to slow. I needed food. Sebastian hadn’t taken blood from me last night; at least, not that I remembered. Had he? I tried to think back but lost myself in the pleasure of the moment until I couldn't concentrate on anything else. When I found myself in my bed once more, my thighs were slick with arousal. I didn't need to touch myself to know that. As the floor resumed its usual stasis, a pair of black booted feet appeared next to my naked ones.

“Madame, you’ll need to eat.” Minette propped my shoulders, pushing me back to rest against pillows she fluffed behind me, drawing the sheet up over the swell of my breast in a matron-like fashion.

The tiny woman moved with speed. I settled though the room began to spin again. A hot cup of coffee was pushed into my hands.

I guzzled the sharp liquid, warmth spreading through me from the inside and out, where I clung to the mug with a death grip.

“Sebastian—is he?”

Minette’s fussing halted, her face closing down.

“He’ll be sleeping, madame. He will rise with the night. As usual.”

“He can’t wake through the day at all?” I frowned, thinking back to my first day when I’d seen him in the hall, and then the ballroom.

“He can, about an hour after sunrise. But he doesn’t often, not usually.” Her gaze held mine for a moment, then she resumed her fussing, piling plates around me.

“I can’t eat all this. It’s far too much,” I protested, still attached to my cup. She refilled it, and I smiled, grateful.

“Of course, you will. After all, he took a lot.”

He took what? I frowned, thinking back, but the nights were a blur.

Your blood, Gella. What I took from you.

“Oh,” I said aloud, still vague. I peered at Minette, but the maid didn’t seem to have heard him. For now, his voice spoke inside my head alone. Perhaps Charleton was the staff member he chose to terrorize in that manner. She returned my smile with thin lips.

I choose to scare Charleton on occasion. A…hobby of mine.

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