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her neck where he lingered, igniting wildfires of pleasure before tracing a path over her arm through the thin cotton of her nightgown to where he pressed his thumb over the cut to keep the blood from running free.
    He opened his mouth wide, covering a broad area of skin.
    Evangeline felt a strong, deep sucking on her arm. His dark head was bent, utterly intent upon his feed.
    With a feeling of absolute unreality Evangeline lay passively, yet willingly, while a vampire fed from her life blood. She wondered at her ability to accept him and his strangeness, and her power to give.
    After a few minutes he stopped and sat half-upright to draw a long breath. His eyes were glazed, his mouth red with her blood. Then his head dipped, his hands cradling her arm like a precious thing and again he drank.
    When at length he sat up he held her blood in his mouth, seemingly savoring the flavour and sensuous feel of the hot, life-giving liquid. He swallowed, released a long, slow sigh, and then pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket with which he wiped his mouth. He sat quietly, sated and relieved, looking very peaceful, his beast slain. Without a word he took care of the tiny wound, so expertly made, that when he was done there was no blood running and no discomfort.
    “Evie,” he whispered and smiled. “Thank you, my dear, thank you.”
    “Do you feel better?”
    “I am alive again,” he said softly and kissed her forehead.
    She began to speak then stopped. “Ask,” Raven said. “You have questions. I will answer you anything.”
    “How does my blood taste?” She felt embarrassed to ask, knowing she wanted him to tell her it was delicious.

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    He kissed her again and licked his tongue across her lips. “Can you taste it? It’s sweet and fresh. Your blood is like drinking clear water from a spring.”
    For reasons she could not explain she was flattered and relieved that he had enjoyed her blood, and that he was revived by it. “You were desperate, that was why you did what you did tonight.”
    “Yes, but let’s not talk about that. Too much has happened this night that is distressing. Now you must let me give you something that will make you feel better. You are very aroused. I can smell your arousal in the air.” He began to undress, flinging his clothes to the floor.
    “My lord, no.” She shook her head in a panic. “I am compromised enough already, let’s not make it worse.”
    “Worse?” He stood beside the bed completely naked, his hands on his hips. “Dear child, you are here nursing your sick companion for all anyone in the village knows. Who is close enough to know or care anyway? We are in the wilds of Yorkshire.”
    Evangeline’s cheeks flushed hotly. She willed her eyes not to stray below his neckline. “I am saving myself for my wedding night,”
    she whispered.
    “Poppycock!” he snapped. “Look at me, Evangeline. You want me. I can smell your desire. It is thick in the air. I feel it as palpably as you felt my need for blood. You fed my desire, now I will feed yours.”
    Tingling with fear and apprehension, Evangeline allowed her eyes to run slowly over his body. His skin was smooth, hairless, and bone-white, his nipples tiny and hard, only slightly darker than his skin. His long, slender limbs were finely muscled—his shoulders wide, hips very narrow. His only adornment was the heavy silver ankh he always wore hanging around his neck on a long chain. She had studiously avoided looking at him that night in the tower. Now she allowed herself to, and she saw that he was strangely beautiful.
    When her eyes settled on his shaft, they widened in terror at its Sanguinarian 225
    length and thickness. She moaned out loud, making Raven laugh.
    “Does that frighten you, my dear?”
    She nodded and moaned again through tight lips.
    “Have no fear, I will only give you pleasure.” Raven took one long step toward the bed and threw himself down beside her. “My lord, please. I don’t think…”
    “Hush, child, there is no need to think.” His arms seemed long enough to find their way everywhere and she was stripped of her nightgown before she could protest a second time.
    Evangeline wrapped her arms around her breasts and drew up her knees, her sudden nakedness leaving her vulnerable and afraid. “My lord, really!”
    “Shut up,” he said quietly, his mouth finding her neck. His hands wandered, playing over her breasts, pinching her nipples. “I have seen you naked