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spot on her neck to spread across her whole body. She started shouting in her native Inuit, English obliterated completely. As he pulled her blood, she could feel her orgasm spreading out, rebounding off the fire in her veins. She felt her muscles seize up and she cried out one long, loud shout that probably woke everyone in the hotel. Adam reared back, blood running down his chin, and cried out with her. Then he collapsed against her again. He belatedly remembered to lick the blood off her neck and from around his chin.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” He breathed into her hair.
“I didn’t know you were Catholic,” she said, laughing.
“I’m not. Only after sex.” He chuckled with her. Then he started to get up, lifting her as he went.
“What’re you doing?” She asked.
“Taking you to the bed. I’m perfectly capable of making love to you like a gentleman.” It was then that she looked down. His erection hadn’t subsided at all.
“Lord have mercy. I should have gotten with a Vamp years ago.”
“Amen to that.”
Chapter Six
Adam had made love with Victoria until the sun came up. And he only stopped under penalty of death. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so good with a woman. Even though the average person who knew him would think he would rut with any female who fell down in front of him, he was quite particular about who he lay with. Victoria didn’t even fit the criteria for his usual female, yet she had blown him away last night like he couldn’t believe. Her passion was real, in every way. She gave all of herself, which was rare, truly, in a woman. It occurred to him, maybe this was what Ethan had been talking about with he said “a creature to breathe for.” He had of course been in love before, but it had been so long he had forgotten what it was like to actually want the woman in his bed to stick around. He lay fantasying about waking up every evening with Victoria in bed, after making love for hours in the night. After he had woken up he had done nothing but just lay in bed thinking about her. He was infatuated. He barely knew her, but he wanted to know her, which was more than could be said for his usual conquests. He thoroughly enjoyed talking with her last night.
Once he felt her stirring to wake up, he closed his eyes and feigned sleep. He wanted to see what she would do. Hopefully she thought Vampires were dead during the day, maybe he could sneak up and scare her in the shower. She leaned over him, checking his face, testing to see if he was breathing, the usual. She even poked him once in the ribs, and he had to suppress a laugh. Then she got up and headed into the living room. He assumed at first maybe she was just gathering her clothes for when she showered, but she didn’t come back to the room. He listened as she dressed. Maybe she was hungry and was calling for room service? He waited. It didn’t occur to him that she was leaving until the door opened and shut, and her booted heel clacked down the hallway. He jumped up and tore through his suitcase, donning his clothes and searching frantically for the vial of potion he had left over from the mission in Columbus. No one knew he had it. He thanked God for that, because the King would have confiscated it if he knew. It was still too early to go out without the protection. He downed it in two seconds and rushed from the room. Belatedly he realized he should check to see if it worked before he tore out the front of the building. What if it had an expiration date? As he skidded to a halt in front of the hotel, no sizzling or burning flesh occurred, so he ran out to search the street. The sun barely tripped him up, unlike the last time he had taken the potion. He had stood in the sun for an hour just looking up at the sky. If he were capable of weeping , he might have. This time all he cared about was Victoria.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” He breathed into her hair.
“I didn’t know you were Catholic,” she said, laughing.
“I’m not. Only after sex.” He chuckled with her. Then he started to get up, lifting her as he went.
“What’re you doing?” She asked.
“Taking you to the bed. I’m perfectly capable of making love to you like a gentleman.” It was then that she looked down. His erection hadn’t subsided at all.
“Lord have mercy. I should have gotten with a Vamp years ago.”
“Amen to that.”
Chapter Six
Adam had made love with Victoria until the sun came up. And he only stopped under penalty of death. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so good with a woman. Even though the average person who knew him would think he would rut with any female who fell down in front of him, he was quite particular about who he lay with. Victoria didn’t even fit the criteria for his usual female, yet she had blown him away last night like he couldn’t believe. Her passion was real, in every way. She gave all of herself, which was rare, truly, in a woman. It occurred to him, maybe this was what Ethan had been talking about with he said “a creature to breathe for.” He had of course been in love before, but it had been so long he had forgotten what it was like to actually want the woman in his bed to stick around. He lay fantasying about waking up every evening with Victoria in bed, after making love for hours in the night. After he had woken up he had done nothing but just lay in bed thinking about her. He was infatuated. He barely knew her, but he wanted to know her, which was more than could be said for his usual conquests. He thoroughly enjoyed talking with her last night.
Once he felt her stirring to wake up, he closed his eyes and feigned sleep. He wanted to see what she would do. Hopefully she thought Vampires were dead during the day, maybe he could sneak up and scare her in the shower. She leaned over him, checking his face, testing to see if he was breathing, the usual. She even poked him once in the ribs, and he had to suppress a laugh. Then she got up and headed into the living room. He assumed at first maybe she was just gathering her clothes for when she showered, but she didn’t come back to the room. He listened as she dressed. Maybe she was hungry and was calling for room service? He waited. It didn’t occur to him that she was leaving until the door opened and shut, and her booted heel clacked down the hallway. He jumped up and tore through his suitcase, donning his clothes and searching frantically for the vial of potion he had left over from the mission in Columbus. No one knew he had it. He thanked God for that, because the King would have confiscated it if he knew. It was still too early to go out without the protection. He downed it in two seconds and rushed from the room. Belatedly he realized he should check to see if it worked before he tore out the front of the building. What if it had an expiration date? As he skidded to a halt in front of the hotel, no sizzling or burning flesh occurred, so he ran out to search the street. The sun barely tripped him up, unlike the last time he had taken the potion. He had stood in the sun for an hour just looking up at the sky. If he were capable of weeping , he might have. This time all he cared about was Victoria.
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