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He was honestly not sure if he was going to lose control.
What was she doing to him? He gripped her shirt with one hand, tore his mouth from hers, and used his fangs to rip away the material blocking her body from his.
“Oleg!” She hissed. “Put me down.”
He curled his lip and growled in the back of his throat but placed her on the floor where she stepped out of her now-soaked clothing and lifted her chin.
There was a drop of blood on her lower lip where his fangs had cut her lip. He lifted his hand, and his fingers hovered over the small wound. His hand was trembling. “What have you done to me?”
Chapter 22
Tatyana
What had she done tohim? What was he doing toher?
Tatyana felt everything at once.
She was angry and she was relieved.
He had violated her sanctuary and she was happy about it.
He was the bane of her existence and the only man she wanted in her bed.
Oleg touched her lip, wiping a drop of blood from her mouth before he lifted his thumb and licked at the dark red drop of blood that was smeared on his skin.
His lip curled up, his fangs fell, and she saw the moment that his control utterly snapped.
Her water met his fire, and the room around them filled with steam. Oleg fell to his knees, spread her legs, and fixed his mouth at the apex of her thighs.
Tatyana’s knees buckled as a spear of pleasure shot from the tip of his tongue, up the heated center of her body, and straight up her spine.
Oleg took her ankle and lifted her leg over his shoulder a moment before she would have fallen to the ground. His hand held the smallof her back, and her shoulders rested on the wall of the shower as water poured around them both, sizzling against his skin as fire erupted on his shoulders, only to be doused and erupt again.
She wanted his fangs.
Tatyana reached down, one hand grasping for anything while she teetered on the edge of screaming.
He let go of one hip and gripped her hand in his, weaving their fingers together as his other arm wrapped around her thigh and reached up, tweaking her nipple as he feasted on her sex.
“Please,” she sobbed, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood.
She felt her body begin to erupt and Oleg released her, shoving down his pants and driving into her with one hard thrust as her amnis burst across her skin in waves. She threw her arms around his shoulders as his hips drove her into the wall.
Her climax cascaded around her like a waterfall, rippling up her back until she was shaking with pleasure.
She didn’t breathe. She’d forgotten how.
Oleg was silent, but his hands gripped her, and the hard length of his erection pierced her in the most pleasurable way. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him. Her nails dug into his neck, and she smelled his blood in the air.
Yes, this.
Yes, him.
This one. This man. This monster.
Mine.
The feral whisper in her mind made her gasp, and Oleg took the advantage, capturing her lips with his own as his thrusts slowed and deepened, turning the corner from a frantic invasion to a slow and steady ride.
