you!”
His voice deepened, filling the room with sound. It hammered through her consciousness, mixing with surges of desire that hit her teeth, elongating them. Sharpening them. This wasn’t possible. No. It couldn’t be.
“After centuries of waiting. And longing. And searching. Yearning. Hungering. Craving.”
He punctuated each descriptor with a thrust deep within her, igniting passions that wouldn’t stay banked, thirsts that defied quenching, and hungers that begged staunching. Their shared pulse went faster. Going heavier. Thicker. Louder. Blood filled the vein that pulsed in his neck.
Darcy shook for a moment longer, before surrendering to a yearning beyond her scope of comprehension. Or range of experience. She lowered her mouth to his throat and bit him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her watch had quit working. Again. Still. Either that or eight minutes had elapsed since she first woke in this fantasy realm atop a marble slab. Eight minutes that included time spent searching for Thanos as well as the amazing interlude of sex with him that had ensued. More than once. So either her watch had stopped, or she’d lost twelve more hours.
She decided to go with the stopped theory.
Darcy unclasped the wristband and rolled to her side to set her timepiece on what could be a nightstand. She sent a glance out into the area. She could be in what passed for a bedroom – if it had been hewn from rock walls because it was in a cavern of an underground labyrinth. She could even be atop a four-post, king-sized bed, set high off the floor. A bed, furthermore, that had a really intricate framework made of wrought filigree formed into all kinds of woodland symbols. All worked in some kind of reflective metal.
Her imagination was awesome, as always. But it usually wasn’t this succinct and visceral. The bed shifted slightly. Darcy rolled the other direction and collided with a large male. There went her imagination again. Still. The Greek archangel/god Thanos was here. And wow. He was naked. Lying on his belly. And he had a fine ass.
His shoulders shifted as he lifted his head and grinned at her. Darcy’s heart swooped with a really strange sensation as their glances touched. She managed an answering smile, but it probably looked as unsure as she felt.
“You rested?”
All kinds of muscles moved as he put a finger to her arm and trailed it from her elbow to her shoulder. Damn! He had the best body she’d ever seen or imagined. And he really knew how to use it! Just his touch sent shivers.
“Uh...” What kind of answer was she supposed to make?
He moved his gaze to where he was now drawing circles about her upper arm.
“Thanos?”
“Yes, love?”
“Why do you call me that?”
“What?”
“Love.”
His grin widened. He truly had a very nice smile. White teeth. Not one fang in sight. Anywhere.
“I say it because it is true.”
“You love me?”
“Oh yes. Positively. Totally. For all eternity. Forevermore. I swear it.”
“You...actually sound serious, Thanos.”
He sobered. “I am serious.”
“You know it isn’t possible. We just met. And nobody believes in love at first sight anymore.”
“Have I said something to make you disbelieve me?”
“Uh. Yeah,” she answered.
“When?”
He frowned slightly as he puzzled it. Dang! He was showing off those cute frown lines across his forehead. Her tongue was giving her trouble. But it was time to point out the obvious. He was delusional or insane. Hopefully he wasn’t also homicidal, schizophrenic, or psychotic. Even if he was any of those things, she’d just have to face it and work from there. Wasn’t that in her resume when she’d applied for her job? She worked well under pressure. Came up with options. Worked her way out of a tangle. Punted. She drew a breath.
“Every time you claim to be a vampire, Thanos.”
“But I am a vampire.”
“Oh, come on already. Enough is enough. Vampires don’t exist. I was not born yesterday, okay? And I am not
His voice deepened, filling the room with sound. It hammered through her consciousness, mixing with surges of desire that hit her teeth, elongating them. Sharpening them. This wasn’t possible. No. It couldn’t be.
“After centuries of waiting. And longing. And searching. Yearning. Hungering. Craving.”
He punctuated each descriptor with a thrust deep within her, igniting passions that wouldn’t stay banked, thirsts that defied quenching, and hungers that begged staunching. Their shared pulse went faster. Going heavier. Thicker. Louder. Blood filled the vein that pulsed in his neck.
Darcy shook for a moment longer, before surrendering to a yearning beyond her scope of comprehension. Or range of experience. She lowered her mouth to his throat and bit him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her watch had quit working. Again. Still. Either that or eight minutes had elapsed since she first woke in this fantasy realm atop a marble slab. Eight minutes that included time spent searching for Thanos as well as the amazing interlude of sex with him that had ensued. More than once. So either her watch had stopped, or she’d lost twelve more hours.
She decided to go with the stopped theory.
Darcy unclasped the wristband and rolled to her side to set her timepiece on what could be a nightstand. She sent a glance out into the area. She could be in what passed for a bedroom – if it had been hewn from rock walls because it was in a cavern of an underground labyrinth. She could even be atop a four-post, king-sized bed, set high off the floor. A bed, furthermore, that had a really intricate framework made of wrought filigree formed into all kinds of woodland symbols. All worked in some kind of reflective metal.
Her imagination was awesome, as always. But it usually wasn’t this succinct and visceral. The bed shifted slightly. Darcy rolled the other direction and collided with a large male. There went her imagination again. Still. The Greek archangel/god Thanos was here. And wow. He was naked. Lying on his belly. And he had a fine ass.
His shoulders shifted as he lifted his head and grinned at her. Darcy’s heart swooped with a really strange sensation as their glances touched. She managed an answering smile, but it probably looked as unsure as she felt.
“You rested?”
All kinds of muscles moved as he put a finger to her arm and trailed it from her elbow to her shoulder. Damn! He had the best body she’d ever seen or imagined. And he really knew how to use it! Just his touch sent shivers.
“Uh...” What kind of answer was she supposed to make?
He moved his gaze to where he was now drawing circles about her upper arm.
“Thanos?”
“Yes, love?”
“Why do you call me that?”
“What?”
“Love.”
His grin widened. He truly had a very nice smile. White teeth. Not one fang in sight. Anywhere.
“I say it because it is true.”
“You love me?”
“Oh yes. Positively. Totally. For all eternity. Forevermore. I swear it.”
“You...actually sound serious, Thanos.”
He sobered. “I am serious.”
“You know it isn’t possible. We just met. And nobody believes in love at first sight anymore.”
“Have I said something to make you disbelieve me?”
“Uh. Yeah,” she answered.
“When?”
He frowned slightly as he puzzled it. Dang! He was showing off those cute frown lines across his forehead. Her tongue was giving her trouble. But it was time to point out the obvious. He was delusional or insane. Hopefully he wasn’t also homicidal, schizophrenic, or psychotic. Even if he was any of those things, she’d just have to face it and work from there. Wasn’t that in her resume when she’d applied for her job? She worked well under pressure. Came up with options. Worked her way out of a tangle. Punted. She drew a breath.
“Every time you claim to be a vampire, Thanos.”
“But I am a vampire.”
“Oh, come on already. Enough is enough. Vampires don’t exist. I was not born yesterday, okay? And I am not
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