urge to sink her teeth into him.
"He looks a lot like me," Krysis joked.
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"It must be true love then," Sin quipped. "Now what do I do?"
Krysis opened her door and pushed it wide. "Step out and go talk to him. Then, when you've piqued his interest, get him to follow you into the alley. I'll be waiting here to make sure everything goes okay."
Sin climbed out feeling both anxious and excited. "I think you're just a voyeur."
Krysis didn't bother denying it. He simply smiled.
The blond man was standing by himself texting on his phone. He was leaning against an old, boarded-up storefront just across from the nightclub Moody Blues . Sin walked up grinning to hide her sharp teeth.
"Hi," she said. She made sure to sway her hips as she walked.
The man looked up from his phone and stared at her.
There was a strange, haunted look on his face, like he was in the presence of an angel. He blinked a few times, then closed his phone. "Hi, yourself."
A current of power surged through Sin, and all she could think about was sinking her teeth into this beautiful blond man. She moved until she was so close she could smell the Ivory soap on his skin.
"Are you alone?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Then . . . I was wondering if I could kiss you," she whispered.
Wordlessly, the man placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a gentle kiss. But Sin wasn't interested in love.
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She wanted to feed. Stepping back, she broke the kiss and placed her hand on the man's wide jaw. To her surprise, the man didn't resist, so she pushed his head to the side and sank her fangs into him. Hot, sweet blood filled her mouth.
She pulled deep from the man, swallowing over and over, lost in this glorious connection. Then, after what seemed like only seconds, someone was grabbing her and pulling her off.
Sin broke the connection with the man to hiss at the intruder. It was Krysis, and he was frowning deeply.
"That's enough, Sin," he said in his most commanding tone. The deep rumble of his voice reached into her heart and fired her passion. Man, he was sexy, especially pissed off.
Sin's blond victim, staring off in a daze, sank to the ground, and she suddenly became alarmed. "Is he okay?"
Krysis crouched down and examined her victim. "He's fine.
Luckily, I stopped you before you took too much. You need to take care not to lose yourself, Sin."
Relieved, she nodded. "I'm sorry. It was so good I forgot to pull back."
"He'll be all right. Let's go," Krysis said, escorting her back to the waiting car.
But once inside, Sin was overwhelmed with ferocious passion. Grabbing him by the lapels, Sin pulled Krysis into a scorching kiss. To her great joy, he responded, kissing her back with a savage mauling that only inflamed her desire.
With trembling hands, Sin peeled her jeans and underwear off and straddled his hips. Krysis ran his fingers into her hair and kissed her mouth, her face, her throat as Sin ground down on the erection straining the outside of his pants.
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"Bite me," she groaned into his chest.
Krysis fumbled with his trousers, unfastening them and sliding them down his hips. "But then you'll have to feed again," he said breathlessly.
Sin tilted her head back and laughed. "Practice makes perfect."
Sin felt a hard, insistent pressure against her sex and Krysis's cock was inside her, his long, demanding strokes filled her with glorious pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and let out a loud moan. Then, like a viper in for the kill, he struck, driving his fangs into her throat. Dueling pleasures of the bite and the sex married inside her, took her to heights Sin had ever known. And for the next few hours, she surrendered completely to it.
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Chapter Sixteen
"You have to go back and finish what you started, Dennis,"
Henry said as he pushed his
"He looks a lot like me," Krysis joked.
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"It must be true love then," Sin quipped. "Now what do I do?"
Krysis opened her door and pushed it wide. "Step out and go talk to him. Then, when you've piqued his interest, get him to follow you into the alley. I'll be waiting here to make sure everything goes okay."
Sin climbed out feeling both anxious and excited. "I think you're just a voyeur."
Krysis didn't bother denying it. He simply smiled.
The blond man was standing by himself texting on his phone. He was leaning against an old, boarded-up storefront just across from the nightclub Moody Blues . Sin walked up grinning to hide her sharp teeth.
"Hi," she said. She made sure to sway her hips as she walked.
The man looked up from his phone and stared at her.
There was a strange, haunted look on his face, like he was in the presence of an angel. He blinked a few times, then closed his phone. "Hi, yourself."
A current of power surged through Sin, and all she could think about was sinking her teeth into this beautiful blond man. She moved until she was so close she could smell the Ivory soap on his skin.
"Are you alone?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Then . . . I was wondering if I could kiss you," she whispered.
Wordlessly, the man placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a gentle kiss. But Sin wasn't interested in love.
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She wanted to feed. Stepping back, she broke the kiss and placed her hand on the man's wide jaw. To her surprise, the man didn't resist, so she pushed his head to the side and sank her fangs into him. Hot, sweet blood filled her mouth.
She pulled deep from the man, swallowing over and over, lost in this glorious connection. Then, after what seemed like only seconds, someone was grabbing her and pulling her off.
Sin broke the connection with the man to hiss at the intruder. It was Krysis, and he was frowning deeply.
"That's enough, Sin," he said in his most commanding tone. The deep rumble of his voice reached into her heart and fired her passion. Man, he was sexy, especially pissed off.
Sin's blond victim, staring off in a daze, sank to the ground, and she suddenly became alarmed. "Is he okay?"
Krysis crouched down and examined her victim. "He's fine.
Luckily, I stopped you before you took too much. You need to take care not to lose yourself, Sin."
Relieved, she nodded. "I'm sorry. It was so good I forgot to pull back."
"He'll be all right. Let's go," Krysis said, escorting her back to the waiting car.
But once inside, Sin was overwhelmed with ferocious passion. Grabbing him by the lapels, Sin pulled Krysis into a scorching kiss. To her great joy, he responded, kissing her back with a savage mauling that only inflamed her desire.
With trembling hands, Sin peeled her jeans and underwear off and straddled his hips. Krysis ran his fingers into her hair and kissed her mouth, her face, her throat as Sin ground down on the erection straining the outside of his pants.
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"Bite me," she groaned into his chest.
Krysis fumbled with his trousers, unfastening them and sliding them down his hips. "But then you'll have to feed again," he said breathlessly.
Sin tilted her head back and laughed. "Practice makes perfect."
Sin felt a hard, insistent pressure against her sex and Krysis's cock was inside her, his long, demanding strokes filled her with glorious pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and let out a loud moan. Then, like a viper in for the kill, he struck, driving his fangs into her throat. Dueling pleasures of the bite and the sex married inside her, took her to heights Sin had ever known. And for the next few hours, she surrendered completely to it.
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Chapter Sixteen
"You have to go back and finish what you started, Dennis,"
Henry said as he pushed his
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