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He blew out his breath in short puffs, and I wriggled a little on the bench, seeking my own friction against the seam of my jeans.

“Your scent is amazing, Leia,” Nic said, his voice tense. He slowed his movements and pulled me to my feet, his cock flat between us as he unsnapped the button at my waist, pushing my pants and underwear out of the way. Then he lifted me onto the piano, and the low keys crashed like thunder under my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” His gray eyes were like small storms, and I shivered under the weight of the promise in his voice. “Because I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody, and you’re mine.”

As he finished speaking, he thrust inside me in one smooth stroke and I accepted all of him, winding my right leg over his hip, my heel digging into his muscular ass. I rode each thrust hard, meeting him as he slammed inside me, and I pressed my hand between us to touch myself, but Nic growled low and took my hand in his.

“Mine, Leia.” He pressed his finger against my clit, and I moaned, pushing my hips forward, seeking more of his touch. He smiled, satisfaction evident in the tilt of his lips.

The room filled with the sound of our breathing, and a groan rumbled from him as he pumped his hips faster, filling me over and over. He circled my clit, and I gasped as I clutched his wrist, urging him faster, harder.

“More.” My voice broke on the word and he bent over me as his hand never stopped moving, claiming my mouth under his. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, sliding it along the edge of one of his fangs, and his obvious desire threatened to carry me away. My chest tightened as need surged through me, and I dragged my mouth from his, offering him my neck instead. “Bite me.”

He made a strangled sound, part chuckle, part moan and the tips of his fangs grazed my skin before he sucked a sharp breath and I flinched at the sudden invasion. Then ecstasy flooded me, short-circuiting each of my nerve endings as an orgasm crashed through me, and I plunked my left hand down at my side, striking an out-of-tune chord as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me.

The sound of Nic drinking from me filled my ears and his cock filled my body and I pulsed around him as every muscle inside me tensed and tightened.

He stiffened and moaned before drawing away and shouting his release to the large room.

He stood against me, stroking his hands over my shoulders, and across my breasts, still buried inside me, before he lifted me and walked us to the bed. Without withdrawing, he maneuvered us onto the bed, and lay beside me, dropping soft kisses along my jaw and over my cheeks. He brushed my hair from my face, each of his touches infinitely gentle, as he softly nudged in and out of me, more like a reflex and reminder of our connection than seeking any sort of release.

I tightened around him, small aftershocks of my pleasure sending shivers through me.

When he lowered his lips to mine, I responded to his exploratory kisses with eagerness, and leaned into his touch when he cupped his palm against my cheek.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned his forehead against mine, gazing into my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I know you think I wasn’t taking your worries seriously.”

I nodded, caution still my overriding emotion. Those weren’t quite the words I wanted to hear, but it was hard to concentrate with him still so close, still stoking so much heat inside me, still wringing out the last few moments of pleasure.

“And do you now?” I asked my question quietly as I toyed with his hair, watching the shimmering strands of dirty blond as I teased them between my fingers.

“I think so.” His voice was still gruff, and he didn’t meet my eyes. “Jason, Kyle, and Sebastian are in my office, trying to figure out a plan.”

My face heated. “What? They’re in your office and you’re here…doing what?”

He thrust against me again. “You already need a reminder?”

“No. I mean…” Speech deserted me. “Shouldn’t we be there, making the plan? Helping make the plan? He’s my dad.”

Nic shook his head. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near this. I can’t risk your safety again. If you truly think Jean has been abducted, I need you to stay away.” He grimaced and shook his head. “I mean, actually stay the hell away.” He kissed my temple, his manner gentle, despite his harsh words. “I’m really sorry your dad is missing, and I’ll do anything to bring him back to you.”

“Let me help.” I pressed my palm to his cheek and looked into his eyes, imploring him to understand that I couldn’t just sit idly by. “I was in that room with Francois, Nic. I had no one. I didn’t know if help was coming.”

A flash of pain made his eyes turbulent. “Of course I was coming. I’d move Heaven and Earth and walk straight through the fires of Hell to reach you. That time, any time. All the time. Please never doubt that.”

I nodded. “Then allow me to do the same for my father.”

He closed his eyes, so I lost all track of his emotion, but his mouth tightened briefly. He shook his head. “I can’t. You could die. I could lose you.”

He tightened his arms around me and began to thrust harder inside me like he was assuring himself I was there or stamping his ownership on me.

“No, Nic. Don’t try to distract me with sex. I need to be angry right now.” I drew away from him, putting distance between us. “I need to fight. I need to fight for my dad, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Let me handle it all. I’ll do your fighting.” His words and gaze held the same plea, but he let me move away. “Leia?”

I looked at him, caught off guard by the unusual vulnerability he’d injected into my saying my name.

“We need to talk about—”

I waited as he dragged in a deep breath.

“About turning you.”