In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he’d survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

I do not crave this" But he needed it before he became a danger to himself and others.

As the vampire trailed a fingertip along the girl’s collarbone, she appeared to fall into a trance. It was not mind games on Zypher’s part. Females of both races couldn’t help themselves around him.

Praying's not going to help. Too late for that, Jane...I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we'll do this on mine