away, a last chance for escape, but she didn’t take it. Instead
she raised her beautiful, stubborn chin and met him halfway, participating
fully in the kiss, not merely accepting it, but demanding it.
Chapter Eight
The thought of her open acceptance sent his senses reeling,
almost as much as her delicate flavor. She was the finest wine, softly scented
and full of delight as he stroked her lips open with his tongue. His sharp
canines lengthened almost to their full extent before he could reign in his
uncontrollable response to her. As it was, he nicked her soft lip, sending just
a microscopic trace of her essence into their kiss, bringing his hard body to
instant attention and to an even higher state of arousal.
It wasn’t enough for him to really get a taste of her. More
a tease to his enhanced senses. A tantalizing taste of what could be. He wanted
more. His body ached for more.
It seemed he had walked around half-aroused since the moment
he’d caught sight of the lovely Kelly. That was unusual in itself. Centuries
had passed since a woman could so completely captivate his senses and even
longer since he couldn’t control his masculine responses to a lush female form.
The dream had only made it worse. He knew her darkest desires now and had an
idea of what she was like in passion. The memory of how she had responded
tormented him every waking moment.
He plunged his tongue inside, savoring the taste of her, and
knew he must have more. Licking and tasting, he drew away from her delectable
mouth, down over her chin to nuzzle his sharp teeth against her neck. He was
almost there. He salivated at the thought of the rare vintage pulsing through
her veins and how he suspected it would soothe the hungry ache deep in his
soul.
“I’ve got to have you,” he whispered, drawing back,
preparing to strike.
A hard shove against his chest caught him off balance.
Unprepared as he was for her attack, she actually succeeded
in moving him a few inches away from the tantalizing skin of her neck. He
looked down into her blazing eyes, surprised by the light of battle in them
when only a moment ago he could have sworn she was as deeply under his spell as
he was under hers.
“I am not on the menu, LaTour. If that’s all you want from
me, you can find a blood donor somewhere else.” She pushed against his chest,
and he was so surprised by her sudden reversal and the tears gathering in her
beautiful eyes, he let her go.
How could he explain that sustenance was the furthest thing
from his mind when he thought of tasting her essence? He realized taking her
blood into his body would be more than a simple act of feeding. This one woman
had a power over him that no woman in over six centuries could claim. This one
woman was not just another warm body flowing with life.
This one woman represented something much greater.
He didn’t dare hope that she could be the One for him, but
she was definitely something special. It was time he made her aware of that
little fact. It was time for some real honesty between them. Time for him to
lay his cards on the table. Before she could flee the room completely, he was
there, in front of her, blocking her way.
“What I desire from you goes beyond sustenance, Kelly, so
get that thought right out of your head. If all I wanted was a meal, any warm
body would do. For that matter, I could have clouded your mind and you would
have bared your neck to me eagerly.” He pulled her almost roughly into his
arms. “But I don’t want that from you. I want you to come to me freely, of your
own will.”
“Is that some kind of vampire mojo? Do you need me to invite
you in so you can have total control over me? Because if it’s something like
that, you can think again, mister. I am my own woman. I won’t subjugate myself
to you or any other man.”
“Who said I want to subjugate you, ma petite ?” His
hold tightened as he stared into her eyes, using just a tiny hint of his
influence to coerce her answer.
she raised her beautiful, stubborn chin and met him halfway, participating
fully in the kiss, not merely accepting it, but demanding it.
Chapter Eight
The thought of her open acceptance sent his senses reeling,
almost as much as her delicate flavor. She was the finest wine, softly scented
and full of delight as he stroked her lips open with his tongue. His sharp
canines lengthened almost to their full extent before he could reign in his
uncontrollable response to her. As it was, he nicked her soft lip, sending just
a microscopic trace of her essence into their kiss, bringing his hard body to
instant attention and to an even higher state of arousal.
It wasn’t enough for him to really get a taste of her. More
a tease to his enhanced senses. A tantalizing taste of what could be. He wanted
more. His body ached for more.
It seemed he had walked around half-aroused since the moment
he’d caught sight of the lovely Kelly. That was unusual in itself. Centuries
had passed since a woman could so completely captivate his senses and even
longer since he couldn’t control his masculine responses to a lush female form.
The dream had only made it worse. He knew her darkest desires now and had an
idea of what she was like in passion. The memory of how she had responded
tormented him every waking moment.
He plunged his tongue inside, savoring the taste of her, and
knew he must have more. Licking and tasting, he drew away from her delectable
mouth, down over her chin to nuzzle his sharp teeth against her neck. He was
almost there. He salivated at the thought of the rare vintage pulsing through
her veins and how he suspected it would soothe the hungry ache deep in his
soul.
“I’ve got to have you,” he whispered, drawing back,
preparing to strike.
A hard shove against his chest caught him off balance.
Unprepared as he was for her attack, she actually succeeded
in moving him a few inches away from the tantalizing skin of her neck. He
looked down into her blazing eyes, surprised by the light of battle in them
when only a moment ago he could have sworn she was as deeply under his spell as
he was under hers.
“I am not on the menu, LaTour. If that’s all you want from
me, you can find a blood donor somewhere else.” She pushed against his chest,
and he was so surprised by her sudden reversal and the tears gathering in her
beautiful eyes, he let her go.
How could he explain that sustenance was the furthest thing
from his mind when he thought of tasting her essence? He realized taking her
blood into his body would be more than a simple act of feeding. This one woman
had a power over him that no woman in over six centuries could claim. This one
woman was not just another warm body flowing with life.
This one woman represented something much greater.
He didn’t dare hope that she could be the One for him, but
she was definitely something special. It was time he made her aware of that
little fact. It was time for some real honesty between them. Time for him to
lay his cards on the table. Before she could flee the room completely, he was
there, in front of her, blocking her way.
“What I desire from you goes beyond sustenance, Kelly, so
get that thought right out of your head. If all I wanted was a meal, any warm
body would do. For that matter, I could have clouded your mind and you would
have bared your neck to me eagerly.” He pulled her almost roughly into his
arms. “But I don’t want that from you. I want you to come to me freely, of your
own will.”
“Is that some kind of vampire mojo? Do you need me to invite
you in so you can have total control over me? Because if it’s something like
that, you can think again, mister. I am my own woman. I won’t subjugate myself
to you or any other man.”
“Who said I want to subjugate you, ma petite ?” His
hold tightened as he stared into her eyes, using just a tiny hint of his
influence to coerce her answer.
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