didn’t want to see. She
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understood his pain. If she lost Matt, she’d be willing to fool herself for a moment more with him too.
“I accepted your terms. I told you I was willing to do anything. Yes. I will give you one
night, and make love to you as if I was your long lost lady, but that’s all you’ll have, one night of make-believe.”
His arms came around her, startling her. The strong vampire picked her up as if she were
made of air instead of flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck because the weightless
feeling scared her. She didn’t know if he’d drop her.
“You are safe, sweet Clarissa.”
“Stop that,” she demanded. He chuckled.
He took her in the direction of the darkest corner of his domain. There was a large bed,
lavishly made with a big, puffy down comforter. All of the bedding was crimson red. Plush
pillows of various shapes and sizes were propped up against a large marble and oak headboard. It had four marble posters and red scarves twirled down each post.
He seated her gently between the end posts at the foot of the bed and knelt down before
her. His surreal, beautiful face gazed up at her with complete adoration, and then he took her left foot in his hand and ceremoniously removed her sandal. He repeated the process with her right leg. Even Matt hadn’t removed her shoes for her. It felt strange and, as he began rolling her thigh high stockings off her legs and down her ankles, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. This was different from what she expected. Not even Matt…
“Do not think of him now. This is our time, my gift. When you leave here, think of him,
love him, worship him for the rest of your mortal life, but tonight you are mine !” He gazed up at her and she could see the red fire burning in his eyes.
She said nothing. His eyes returned to normal and, for a moment, he held her gaze, then
he returned his attention to removing her stockings. Clarissa held her breath as his soft touch gently skimmed her skin. She’d never thought of her legs as sexual until this moment. Holding her breath, she fought the urge to push him away. Wanting Matt to live brought her here, but she hadn’t expected the rush of desire she experienced. The feeling caused her a massive surge of guilt.
“Clarissa, do not let your morality interfere. You know what I need from you, what the
magic of our exchange requires.”
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I hate it when you read my mind, vampire! She projected the thought as loudly as she could. Lord Drago chuckled.
“Lord Drago…”
“I will give you the name I wish to hear from your lips. Braden. Call me this.” His voice
was soft and still he managed to sound commanding.
“Braden, are you making me feel like this?”
He glanced up at her and grinned. “Yes, but I need no vampire magic to stir you, sweet.
Your response is your own. I would have no enjoyment if I forced your reaction. Enjoy this night and know that it serves us both a higher purpose.”
She swallowed, her mouth felt dry. Shivering, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, he was studying her.
“That’s it, my lovely. Let me in,” Braden the Vampire Lord purred. He was nothing but
sensuality and her reaction hit her with phenomenal force.
Her stockings were gone. He gently massaged her legs and feet. She sighed. His touch
was like a fire that did not burn and she relished it, locking away the guilt in her mind, forcing herself to remain in the moment. The dark angel at her feet took her right leg in his hands and brought her foot to his lips. He placed a single reverent kiss on the top of her foot. Clarissa shivered. Braden carefully let go of her leg and ran his hands up her calves and thighs. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he stopped and stood. His hand extended and he held it out to her.
Mindlessly, she placed her hand in his and he easily pulled her up to stand
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understood his pain. If she lost Matt, she’d be willing to fool herself for a moment more with him too.
“I accepted your terms. I told you I was willing to do anything. Yes. I will give you one
night, and make love to you as if I was your long lost lady, but that’s all you’ll have, one night of make-believe.”
His arms came around her, startling her. The strong vampire picked her up as if she were
made of air instead of flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck because the weightless
feeling scared her. She didn’t know if he’d drop her.
“You are safe, sweet Clarissa.”
“Stop that,” she demanded. He chuckled.
He took her in the direction of the darkest corner of his domain. There was a large bed,
lavishly made with a big, puffy down comforter. All of the bedding was crimson red. Plush
pillows of various shapes and sizes were propped up against a large marble and oak headboard. It had four marble posters and red scarves twirled down each post.
He seated her gently between the end posts at the foot of the bed and knelt down before
her. His surreal, beautiful face gazed up at her with complete adoration, and then he took her left foot in his hand and ceremoniously removed her sandal. He repeated the process with her right leg. Even Matt hadn’t removed her shoes for her. It felt strange and, as he began rolling her thigh high stockings off her legs and down her ankles, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. This was different from what she expected. Not even Matt…
“Do not think of him now. This is our time, my gift. When you leave here, think of him,
love him, worship him for the rest of your mortal life, but tonight you are mine !” He gazed up at her and she could see the red fire burning in his eyes.
She said nothing. His eyes returned to normal and, for a moment, he held her gaze, then
he returned his attention to removing her stockings. Clarissa held her breath as his soft touch gently skimmed her skin. She’d never thought of her legs as sexual until this moment. Holding her breath, she fought the urge to push him away. Wanting Matt to live brought her here, but she hadn’t expected the rush of desire she experienced. The feeling caused her a massive surge of guilt.
“Clarissa, do not let your morality interfere. You know what I need from you, what the
magic of our exchange requires.”
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35
I hate it when you read my mind, vampire! She projected the thought as loudly as she could. Lord Drago chuckled.
“Lord Drago…”
“I will give you the name I wish to hear from your lips. Braden. Call me this.” His voice
was soft and still he managed to sound commanding.
“Braden, are you making me feel like this?”
He glanced up at her and grinned. “Yes, but I need no vampire magic to stir you, sweet.
Your response is your own. I would have no enjoyment if I forced your reaction. Enjoy this night and know that it serves us both a higher purpose.”
She swallowed, her mouth felt dry. Shivering, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, he was studying her.
“That’s it, my lovely. Let me in,” Braden the Vampire Lord purred. He was nothing but
sensuality and her reaction hit her with phenomenal force.
Her stockings were gone. He gently massaged her legs and feet. She sighed. His touch
was like a fire that did not burn and she relished it, locking away the guilt in her mind, forcing herself to remain in the moment. The dark angel at her feet took her right leg in his hands and brought her foot to his lips. He placed a single reverent kiss on the top of her foot. Clarissa shivered. Braden carefully let go of her leg and ran his hands up her calves and thighs. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he stopped and stood. His hand extended and he held it out to her.
Mindlessly, she placed her hand in his and he easily pulled her up to stand
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