In the Glide, Middle of page 32. - made the sex scene too long. LOL!

After Jezi screamed through her body's devastating response, she slumped against Luke's chest. Unable to deny the urge she had to claw and bite for more. She wanted to throw herself on Luke and demand he fuck her. Here. Now. His hand burned her skin where he petted her back. She felt the hard ridge of his cock between her spread legs. His unique scent surrounded her, making her stomach clench and her pussy weep with continued desire. He'd brought her to orgasm without taking anything for himself. Damn the man. Before she managed to summon enough strength to crawl off his lap, he pinched her nipple and returning pleasure coursed through her body. Evidently he wasn't finished with her. When his lips masterfully captured hers, she opened eagerly for his tongue. Plunging in and out in silent promise. Crying in supplication when he pulled away from her, only to drown in increased heat when he pulled her breast into the wicked sensations of his mouth and once more used his hand to press against her core.

Offering herself willingly, she arched into him. Shifting against the firm edge of his erection, she opened her legs to make it easier for him to stroke her. She rode his fingers in complete abandon. In this crazed state, she heard him promise everything she could ever desire during the week she'd committed to spend with him. Right now a week sounded heavenly.

The sizzling white-hot thrill of fangs piercing her skin created an explosion of colored light behind her eyelids. Pinpoints of heat surging over her flesh caused her to spasm in delight. She felt moisture trickle between her thighs. Ah, God she loved this! Dancing beneath his sucking mouth and thrumming hand, her flesh attuned to each pull of his mouth at her throat. Feeling a sharp draw from her breast to her core, her body clenched tight, rose to shatter for the second time tonight "Luke!" His name tore from her lips when she climaxed.

Beginning of Chapter Four (Two now?) - This scene was taken out because the book was getting too long, and I didn't end up using this power.

Staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, Luke sprawled on his large bed. Every muscle in his body tense, clothes scattered on the floor, sheets and blankets pushed to the bottom of the bed with his feet. He could stand nothing on his skin so he lay there naked. For long moments he worked to empty his mind of all thoughts. To settle his emotions and, oh fuck--this crushing desire he couldn't get under control. Every heartbeat pulsed in his groin.

It had been centuries since he felt blood lust, the all-encompassing need to tear into a vein. Tonight the erotic urge pounding through his body and mind was so much worse than any blood lust. This bone deep physical craving for Jezebel would drive him insane.

Temptation beckoned. A dangerous desire to use an ability he'd discovered long ago, and sworn never to use again. The power required such tremendous concentration, and undoubtedly carried unexplored risks, but the lure to release some of this pent-up lust was strong. Knowing he could have Jezebel, not in a true physical sense, but in a way that might allow him to regain a modicum of sanity, was it worth the risk? The power didn't entice, it was the pale, alluring woman.

After his strange reaction to her aura, did he dare take this chance?

Glancing at the clock, he figured she would be asleep by now. No sense wandering the night as a dream-shadow if she was awake--her mental shields would keep him from touching her. But asleep? Ah, asleep he could enter her dreams. Transforming his body into a brush of air, he'd become nothing more than a thought. Allowing him to tease her flesh with a whisper of air and direct her fantasies with his mind.

In sharing her mind, he'd experience her physical response, theoretically able to share any orgasms she had.

Blowing out a held breath, he decided proving that theory was a lure too strong to resist. Closing his eyes, Luke willed the dissection of his soul from his physical form. Anyone who believed vampires didn't have a soul was so very wrong. In dream-shadow form he floated above the bed. Staring down, he at his body and noticed the separation of mind and matter hadn't affected his arousal. His cock still pointed straight at the ceiling.

Since he'd taken a little of her blood tonight, it was a simple matter to sift through all the threads of consciousness riding the night and find hers. Latching on to the vibrant cord of Jezebel's mental thread, he found her and followed the trail to her home. Easing through an open window, he slipped into her bedroom.

He found her sleeping on her back, blankets pulled tight to her chin. He'd have to fix that. Reaching out with his mind it was easy to slip into her unguarded dreams. He discovered her imaginings full of him, both of the things he'd done to her this afternoon and those she wanted to do to him.

Without physical hands, Luke couldn't pull the blanket off Jezebel's body and he wanted her naked, spread before him. Locked within her mind, he suggested she was hot, the coverings abrasive to her skin. Soon his efforts were rewarded when she shoved the blankets down and kicked them to the floor.

He mentally gasped at the picture she made, her uncovered body highlighted against the dark blue sheets. Damn, she was beautiful. Pale cream skin dusted with small cinnamon freckles. He'd seen and held her breasts earlier, but now he could really appreciate their glory. Large white mounds tipped with apricot-blush nipples puckered tight in the cool air. He remembered their weight in his hands, the velvet soft feel of her flesh as he teased those nipples. In shadow form he shuddered, amazed how just seeing her like this created such deep delight in his soul.

The copper curls covering her mound were trimmed into a strip barely covering her pussy lips. How he wanted his physical mouth on her, to lick and suckle and tease her to madness. Using his dream-shadow wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as he'd like, but he'd take what he could get.

Tonight.

Luke drifted over her body. In reality a press of air, he mentally suggested she felt his weight. When she shifted her legs to make room for him, he settled between her thighs. Concentrating on every detail, he imagined how the tip of his cock would feel pressed against her wet heat. Groaning, she undulated on the mattress, her body reacting to his shadowed touch.

Arching over her body, Luke placed his phantom mouth over one breast. Using his mind to relay the feeling of more than the whisper of air over her nipples, Luke ensured she felt the wet heat and the slide of a tongue. Drawing back, he willed her to cup her breasts and offer them to him, pleased when she responded eagerly with both body and mind. Pressing the large globes together, her thumb and finger formed a V. Highlighting each succulent nipple in the middle.

"Luke." Her soft sigh of delight urged him to suckle her. Sharing the vision of him feasting at her breast, he built her response. Tied together mentally, her pleasure echoed in his mind and allowed him to share the experience.

Still asleep she attempted to pull her mind back. Turning her dreams away from the carnal pleasure, she fought him. Or more accurately, she fought herself. Even in dreams she tried to resist his allure. Reassuring Jezebel that dreaming about him wouldn't matter, he made it impossible for her to fight against the sensual glide of his dream fingers and tongue. Luke tempted her to accept his shadow's touch.

Locked within her mind, he heard her thoughts. If it's only a dream, Luke won't find out how much I lust after him. The experience might help purge my insane attraction for the man.

If she thought having dream sex would sate her desire for him, she was sadly mistaken.

Moving his dream-shadow down her body, he inserted phantom shoulders between her thighs and nudged her with his mind. Bending her knees, Jezebel reached down and held her labial folds open. For him.

Breathing in the lightest hint of her scent, in his shadow form it came to him as an echo of taste, touch, and smell. Sticking out his tongue, he flicked over her center to lave and suckle her little nub. Making a silent promise that he'd do this very soon with something more than his spectral being.

Locked in her mind he sensed the coming orgasm...shared in the intensity of clenching muscles, rushing blood flow and her desperate struggle to get...there. The excitement flowing through her body increased to a crescendo that shattered her. And he felt the expanding ripples in his mind.

Riding her first orgasm with his mouth firmly affixed to her clit, he surged over her to plunge his shadow cock into her still spasming depths. Gasping in silent delight at the surreal impression of contracting inner muscles reacting to his invasion, he held still. Holy hell that felt fucking incredible!

Flexing his hips, he felt the air move over his ethereal arm when she tossed her head from side to side and moaned in denial when he withdrew. His subsequent forward thrust made her sigh. Setting a rhythm, he gradually built the intensity of his thrusts in her mind. Arching his back, he leaned down to lick the flesh over the pulse in her neck.

Earlier tonight he'd taken her blood. Now he made her mentally recall the sharp prick of pain when his dream-shadow fangs pierced her skin. She tensed until he started to suckle. Heating the blood in her veins, he shared that fire. Sensations expanded. Mentally bound together, every experience built on the last. Luke knew her skin felt like a raw expanse of tingling nerves. Her inner muscles clenching tight around what her mind told her was there. His musky spice filled her lungs and she stretched into him. Lifting her arms with the intent of holding him, instead they went around and through his shadow form before they settled across her own stomach.

Thrusting hard, he felt her explode. Luke smiled at her thought of how she'd touched the stars. He didn't allow her time to recover. Withdrawing psychic teeth from her neck, he licked the whorl of her ear. In her dreams he whispered, "Once more, Jezebel, come for us again."

Luke felt Jezebel's momentary confusion. She was thinking there was something wrong with that statement. Nudging her mind to concentrate on other things, he felt her pussy contract wildly around his shaft as her body seized, in the throes of another orgasm. This time she screamed and he shattered with her.

The mental ecstasy didn't last long.

Torn from her mind by the exquisite pleasure, he felt the slam of pain when his mind and body were thrown back together. Sucking in air, he sat up only to double over in agony and started to loose consciousness. Before being thrown into an ocean of darkness, his final thoughts were filled with concern. Had his abrupt departure hurt her in any way?