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Prologue

He watched her approach through strangely luminous eyes; the impossible shade of blue seemed to darken as they traveled across her face.

There was an exotic sweep to her brow, and her eyes were expertly lined like the princes of an age-long past. Those eyes watched him now as she crept toward him, slowly, sensually on hand and knee to where he lie, supine in the center of a lavishly crafted mahogany divan.

Freckles splattered across the fair skin of her breasts; they were small and perfectly formed, delicate hoops dangled gracefully from each tip. She sighed softly as his fingertips explored the rigid peak of that darkened flesh; his fingers whispering over her, smoothing a path of anticipation to her other breast.

His lips followed, tasting her, drawing one hardened tip into his mouth.

“Awe,” she moaned as his fingers sought the apex of her shapely legs. He caressed her deeply, methodically, until she was desperately grinding out a chaotic dance against his hand.

He lowered himself, his mouth seeking.

“God,” she cried, lost now in a maelstrom of sensation far beyond her experience.

Her fists tightened in his long black hair as a low keening sound pushed past her lips. She was spiraling mindlessly toward either heaven or hell, gladly giving herself over to the untamed fervor his touch aroused until a burning pain replaced the raging storm of passion.

She screamed, suddenly frantic to escape him.

“Stop!” she cried, pulling his hair in a futile attempt to drag his mouth away from her writhing lower half.

He released her, pulling her up by her hair, wrenching her head to one side with a cruel twist.

Long jagged teeth sank into her throat, opening a wellspring of hot, pulsing blood. His eyes blackened, contrasting sharply with the pallor of his skin.

She’d stop struggling for several moments now. He eased from her lifeless body, still hard, still hungry.

“Damn.” He should have ordered two.

Her blood made a visually appealing lubricant; he was stained with it from his mouth to his pelvis.

He got up, stretching slowly, as he walked into the room’s adjoining bathroom.

Water erupted from an overhead shower. He stepped under the spray, closing his eyes as the delicious sensations of heat stinging his flesh with a thousand burning needles.

He lathered himself vigorously, washing away the blood and sex, removing all evidence of his sin.

He was due to perform in less than an hour. He opened his crystal-blue eyes, a rare smile curling his sensuous lips.