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Devereux’s companionship, and when he was off being Master of the Vampires or International Mega-corporate Genius, I missed him.
“You’re pitiful, Kismet. Time to get a life,” I said aloud.
An enticing aroma caressed my nostrils, I heard a familiar pop sound behind me and a velvet voice inches from my ear whispered, “What kind of life would you like? The possibilities are limitless.” Soft lips trailed kisses down my neck and my brain cells scrambled.
Devereux...
I began the mental hum, which had become automatic in the presence of vampires. So far, it kept me from getting killer headaches or turning into a lobotomized zombie around powerful bloodsuckers. My breath caught and it took me a couple of tries before I found my voice.
“You’re back. There’s something I wanted to ask you. If I could only remember what it was...”
Or why I’d want to use my mouth for talking when it could be put to much better uses.
“Later.” He kissed my jaw and I was undone.
As always when Devereux was near, my body rolled out the hormonal red carpet. I relaxed against his chest and savored his arousing fragrance, and the softness of his hair tickling the side of my face. My heart rate increased and my breath went shallow. Formerly functional knees softened. I was never sure if my reaction to his presence was excitement or fear, or a little of both. I used to wonder if my body responded to him only because of his powers as a master vampire, or if I was simply that attracted to him. After having his mind-muddling effect muted by the elders, it was a relief to know that my feelings — and lust — for him were purely natural.
He couldn’t read my thoughts any more unless I was in the throes of some intense emotion. I tried to keep myself calm to avoid that, but he’d become very good at interpreting my visible cues.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Even though I was no longer unduly influenced by his presence, I still thought there had to be something wrong with how powerfully he affected me. It couldn’t possibly be psychologically healthy for me to think about leaping on him within seconds of his approach or to want to cling to him like a cheap Spandex suit. I’d gotten better at reining in my impulses, but it was still a struggle.
Nobody should have a face that gorgeous. Or eyes so magnetic. Or a body so enticing. It just wasn’t... normal .
Right, Kismet. He’s a vampire — as if anything about him could ever be normal.
He slid his hands up and down my arms, then stroked my hips through the soft, form-fitting fabric of my dress and moaned softly. His tongue flicked along my neck and I lifted my chin to give him better access to his favorite pulsing vein. Allowing Devereux to drink my blood while we have sex pushes my orgasm into the stratosphere. I shivered, acting like a shameless addict, jonesing for the sharp needle-points of his teeth to pierce my skin and provide the fix I craved.
Instead of biting, he just nibbled gently, then let go.
I groaned in disappointment.
He whispered against my ear, “I love how you desire me. I can feel your need.”
I could feel his... need... too, pressing against me.
Shouldn’t I be annoyed by his ego, his arrogant assumption that I want him? The fact that it’s true is beside the point, isn’t it? I think I’m going to need to sit down soon. Or maybe lie down. Yeah, lying down would be much better.
“Look at me, Kismet,” he whispered.
Geez. What is it with that voice?
“Look at you? Nope, that’s always trouble. I think I’ll just stay right where I am, rubbing myself against your throbbing manhood , as they used to say in romance novels.”
“My throbbing manhood?”
Something about the way he’d said those words, with his old-fashioned manner of speaking and his European accent, made me laugh — in fact, I laughed so hard that he gasped as I vibrated against his erection. Since he rarely sucked in oxygen on purpose, much less allowed
“You’re pitiful, Kismet. Time to get a life,” I said aloud.
An enticing aroma caressed my nostrils, I heard a familiar pop sound behind me and a velvet voice inches from my ear whispered, “What kind of life would you like? The possibilities are limitless.” Soft lips trailed kisses down my neck and my brain cells scrambled.
Devereux...
I began the mental hum, which had become automatic in the presence of vampires. So far, it kept me from getting killer headaches or turning into a lobotomized zombie around powerful bloodsuckers. My breath caught and it took me a couple of tries before I found my voice.
“You’re back. There’s something I wanted to ask you. If I could only remember what it was...”
Or why I’d want to use my mouth for talking when it could be put to much better uses.
“Later.” He kissed my jaw and I was undone.
As always when Devereux was near, my body rolled out the hormonal red carpet. I relaxed against his chest and savored his arousing fragrance, and the softness of his hair tickling the side of my face. My heart rate increased and my breath went shallow. Formerly functional knees softened. I was never sure if my reaction to his presence was excitement or fear, or a little of both. I used to wonder if my body responded to him only because of his powers as a master vampire, or if I was simply that attracted to him. After having his mind-muddling effect muted by the elders, it was a relief to know that my feelings — and lust — for him were purely natural.
He couldn’t read my thoughts any more unless I was in the throes of some intense emotion. I tried to keep myself calm to avoid that, but he’d become very good at interpreting my visible cues.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Even though I was no longer unduly influenced by his presence, I still thought there had to be something wrong with how powerfully he affected me. It couldn’t possibly be psychologically healthy for me to think about leaping on him within seconds of his approach or to want to cling to him like a cheap Spandex suit. I’d gotten better at reining in my impulses, but it was still a struggle.
Nobody should have a face that gorgeous. Or eyes so magnetic. Or a body so enticing. It just wasn’t... normal .
Right, Kismet. He’s a vampire — as if anything about him could ever be normal.
He slid his hands up and down my arms, then stroked my hips through the soft, form-fitting fabric of my dress and moaned softly. His tongue flicked along my neck and I lifted my chin to give him better access to his favorite pulsing vein. Allowing Devereux to drink my blood while we have sex pushes my orgasm into the stratosphere. I shivered, acting like a shameless addict, jonesing for the sharp needle-points of his teeth to pierce my skin and provide the fix I craved.
Instead of biting, he just nibbled gently, then let go.
I groaned in disappointment.
He whispered against my ear, “I love how you desire me. I can feel your need.”
I could feel his... need... too, pressing against me.
Shouldn’t I be annoyed by his ego, his arrogant assumption that I want him? The fact that it’s true is beside the point, isn’t it? I think I’m going to need to sit down soon. Or maybe lie down. Yeah, lying down would be much better.
“Look at me, Kismet,” he whispered.
Geez. What is it with that voice?
“Look at you? Nope, that’s always trouble. I think I’ll just stay right where I am, rubbing myself against your throbbing manhood , as they used to say in romance novels.”
“My throbbing manhood?”
Something about the way he’d said those words, with his old-fashioned manner of speaking and his European accent, made me laugh — in fact, I laughed so hard that he gasped as I vibrated against his erection. Since he rarely sucked in oxygen on purpose, much less allowed
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