for?”
“To make love.” He wanted to be with her while she looked this way. He wanted to mate with the true Tessa.
And remember every passionate moment.
Tessa stood beside the bed as Anthony removed her clothes. He’d already stripped down, and he was aroused. She couldn’t stop looking at him. He couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, either.
They tumbled onto the covers and kissed as deeply as they could. His hands were everywhere, giving her glorious goose bumps. He put his tongue along the shell of her ear, intensifying the feeling.
“I still need to feed tonight,” he said.
“You can do it now. Or after you’re inside me. It’s up to you.” She would accept his bite however he administered it.
“I’ll do it before. I want us to be our true selves when we’re mating. I want the euphoria to come from the sex, not the taking of blood.”
Could he be any more romantic?
When his eyes turned red, she started. The color seemed stronger tonight, brighter, and far more dangerous. Then she realized why.
She was falling in love with Anthony.
Tessa fought her next breath. She should have known it would happen. She should have been prepared for her attachment to him to turn into something deeper.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Your eyes are redder than usual.”
“I can’t control them when I’m feeding.”
And she couldn’t control losing her heart to him. “I know.”
His fangs popped through his gums, gleaming in the light. Every lamp in the bedroom shined bright. Anthony had wanted to leave them on.
He lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck, piercing her like the kiss of a viper. She thrived on being fed upon, on giving him nourishment. But why wouldn’t she? Considering that she loved him.
As he took what he needed, the drugged sensation flowed through her body, making her moan. It also made her feel sexual, as it had from the beginning. She rubbed against his leg.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Not until it’s over.”
Damn, he was stubborn. She had no choice but to wait. He drank quickly and efficiently, pinning her to the bed.
After he was done, he rolled away from her, but not so far that he couldn’t continue to hold her hand.
They both lay, side by side, gazing at the ceiling.
He seemed to know when she was no longer stoned, because as the sensation faded, he turned toward her.
“You’re beautiful, Tessa.”
“So are you, Anthony.” His eyes were back to normal and filled with tenderness.
“Men aren’t beautiful.”
“Some men are.”
“People didn’t say that in my day.”
“People say it now.”
They reached for each other, and she pulled him close. She had no idea what she was going to do about loving him, except suffer through it in silence.
He entered her, and she arched her hips. He moved, hard and sleek, creating a sinuous rhythm.
Their gazes locked. So did their hands. They rolled over the bed, their fingers intertwined. Tessa held on, as tightly as she could, trying to stop time from running out.
A week later, on their final full day together, they explored Hollywood like a couple of anxious tourists. Tomorrow morning, it was all coming to an end.
Tessa glanced over at the man she loved. He was behind the wheel of a rented convertible, and she rode shotgun, with a scarf tied around her hair, ala Audrey Hepburn.
As they cruised through the city, she recapped their day so far. They’d already strolled down the Walk of Fame, reading the names of the TV and movie personalities on the sidewalks. They’d done every goofy thing vacationers did, right down to comparing their handprints and footprints to the impressions at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. Of course Anthony had actually known some of the people who were featured there. Tessa would be forever fascinated by his Old Hollywood roots.
She would be forever fascinated by him, too. Should she go ahead and tell him that she loved him? Maybe tomorrow, before the ax fell, she would summon
“To make love.” He wanted to be with her while she looked this way. He wanted to mate with the true Tessa.
And remember every passionate moment.
Tessa stood beside the bed as Anthony removed her clothes. He’d already stripped down, and he was aroused. She couldn’t stop looking at him. He couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, either.
They tumbled onto the covers and kissed as deeply as they could. His hands were everywhere, giving her glorious goose bumps. He put his tongue along the shell of her ear, intensifying the feeling.
“I still need to feed tonight,” he said.
“You can do it now. Or after you’re inside me. It’s up to you.” She would accept his bite however he administered it.
“I’ll do it before. I want us to be our true selves when we’re mating. I want the euphoria to come from the sex, not the taking of blood.”
Could he be any more romantic?
When his eyes turned red, she started. The color seemed stronger tonight, brighter, and far more dangerous. Then she realized why.
She was falling in love with Anthony.
Tessa fought her next breath. She should have known it would happen. She should have been prepared for her attachment to him to turn into something deeper.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Your eyes are redder than usual.”
“I can’t control them when I’m feeding.”
And she couldn’t control losing her heart to him. “I know.”
His fangs popped through his gums, gleaming in the light. Every lamp in the bedroom shined bright. Anthony had wanted to leave them on.
He lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck, piercing her like the kiss of a viper. She thrived on being fed upon, on giving him nourishment. But why wouldn’t she? Considering that she loved him.
As he took what he needed, the drugged sensation flowed through her body, making her moan. It also made her feel sexual, as it had from the beginning. She rubbed against his leg.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Not until it’s over.”
Damn, he was stubborn. She had no choice but to wait. He drank quickly and efficiently, pinning her to the bed.
After he was done, he rolled away from her, but not so far that he couldn’t continue to hold her hand.
They both lay, side by side, gazing at the ceiling.
He seemed to know when she was no longer stoned, because as the sensation faded, he turned toward her.
“You’re beautiful, Tessa.”
“So are you, Anthony.” His eyes were back to normal and filled with tenderness.
“Men aren’t beautiful.”
“Some men are.”
“People didn’t say that in my day.”
“People say it now.”
They reached for each other, and she pulled him close. She had no idea what she was going to do about loving him, except suffer through it in silence.
He entered her, and she arched her hips. He moved, hard and sleek, creating a sinuous rhythm.
Their gazes locked. So did their hands. They rolled over the bed, their fingers intertwined. Tessa held on, as tightly as she could, trying to stop time from running out.
A week later, on their final full day together, they explored Hollywood like a couple of anxious tourists. Tomorrow morning, it was all coming to an end.
Tessa glanced over at the man she loved. He was behind the wheel of a rented convertible, and she rode shotgun, with a scarf tied around her hair, ala Audrey Hepburn.
As they cruised through the city, she recapped their day so far. They’d already strolled down the Walk of Fame, reading the names of the TV and movie personalities on the sidewalks. They’d done every goofy thing vacationers did, right down to comparing their handprints and footprints to the impressions at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. Of course Anthony had actually known some of the people who were featured there. Tessa would be forever fascinated by his Old Hollywood roots.
She would be forever fascinated by him, too. Should she go ahead and tell him that she loved him? Maybe tomorrow, before the ax fell, she would summon
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