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time he was with her. Each stroke was agony. He bit into his own tongue, but the blood was tasteless, so unsatisfying. He gripped the sheets beneath her body.
Clara’s hands massaged his back and she made little moans with each of his strokes. Her breathing sped up. He watched her throat and the muscles in her neck straining as she held him. He focused on the two tiny marks and suddenly, it was more than he could bear.
He turned his head and buried his face into the pillow beside her head and bit down as he came. She lowered her hands and held him to her as he rocked into her, still biting the pillow. He growled and grunted until he was through, and then he pulled out and went into the bathroom and closed the door, not trusting himself to be near her.
What must she be thinking? He had just fucked her with almost no foreplay, no attention to her needs whatsoever. It was all he could do to not hurt her. What kind of woman would want someone like that? He couldn’t please her in bed. He couldn’t provide for her as a partner. He could never wake with her in the morning, spend days with her, give her a future. He knew it was pointless for her to go on with him. She deserved so much more than he could ever give her.
He took a deep, unnecessary breath and opened the door, walking back into the bedroom. Clara was sitting up in the middle of the bed, looking very serious. This is it. She’s going to end it.
He braced himself as she opened her mouth to speak.
“I’m going to need a lot more pillows.”
She smiled and laughed, looking more beautiful than ever, and held out the pillow he’d ripped open.
He smiled back, feeling the pain in his heart, and promised to get her more pillows.
CHAPTER NINE
Clara slept late again after a blissful night with Derek. He’d made love to her, and while it wasn’t exactly the same as making love to him that first weekend in Santa Barbara, it was still amazing. He was still Derek.
She got dressed and ate and made a few half-hearted phone calls to models she’d worked with at Beacon, letting them know she was starting a management company and asking that they put some feelers out. Most models in L.A. didn’t need a manager unless they also acted or were musicians or dancers.
She spent much of the afternoon looking at job listings online, but didn’t see anything of interest. She sorted through the mail that had piled up on her dining table, and paid some bills. When she came to the newspaper with Derek’s picture, she studied it again. He looked so different now. He was obviously still himself, but his lighter skin and eyes made him look almost like another person. Plus there was just something “other” about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She hid the paper in a dresser drawer beneath some old sweaters. Seeing it might upset Derek.
She was back to reading one of her vampire books when she heard the lock click and Derek came in looking as gorgeous as ever in a dark blue sweater and jeans.
“Hi, honey,” she said as she stood to kiss him.
They sat on the sofa together.
“I haven’t gotten you any pillows yet,” he started.
“That’s okay. I’ll take care of it.” Do vampires shop?
“I don’t have any money. I’ll have to ask for some money.”
She wondered who he would have to ask. She pictured a bunch of vampires – he’d called it a nest. Was one of them the leader and doled out money? She didn’t really want to know. It was hard to think of Derek as a member of a group of vampires. He was hers.
“Don’t worry about it.” She tried to sound reassuring. It wasn’t a big deal.
“So, how was your day?”
“Fine. I made some calls, paid some bills. Nothing exciting.”
“You didn’t go to work?”
“Um…no. I don’t have a job anymore. I got fired.” She realized he didn’t know she’d lost her job.
“When? What happened?”
“Two months ago. Jeffrey fired me.”
“Motherfucker.” Derek’s fangs showed and
Clara’s hands massaged his back and she made little moans with each of his strokes. Her breathing sped up. He watched her throat and the muscles in her neck straining as she held him. He focused on the two tiny marks and suddenly, it was more than he could bear.
He turned his head and buried his face into the pillow beside her head and bit down as he came. She lowered her hands and held him to her as he rocked into her, still biting the pillow. He growled and grunted until he was through, and then he pulled out and went into the bathroom and closed the door, not trusting himself to be near her.
What must she be thinking? He had just fucked her with almost no foreplay, no attention to her needs whatsoever. It was all he could do to not hurt her. What kind of woman would want someone like that? He couldn’t please her in bed. He couldn’t provide for her as a partner. He could never wake with her in the morning, spend days with her, give her a future. He knew it was pointless for her to go on with him. She deserved so much more than he could ever give her.
He took a deep, unnecessary breath and opened the door, walking back into the bedroom. Clara was sitting up in the middle of the bed, looking very serious. This is it. She’s going to end it.
He braced himself as she opened her mouth to speak.
“I’m going to need a lot more pillows.”
She smiled and laughed, looking more beautiful than ever, and held out the pillow he’d ripped open.
He smiled back, feeling the pain in his heart, and promised to get her more pillows.
CHAPTER NINE
Clara slept late again after a blissful night with Derek. He’d made love to her, and while it wasn’t exactly the same as making love to him that first weekend in Santa Barbara, it was still amazing. He was still Derek.
She got dressed and ate and made a few half-hearted phone calls to models she’d worked with at Beacon, letting them know she was starting a management company and asking that they put some feelers out. Most models in L.A. didn’t need a manager unless they also acted or were musicians or dancers.
She spent much of the afternoon looking at job listings online, but didn’t see anything of interest. She sorted through the mail that had piled up on her dining table, and paid some bills. When she came to the newspaper with Derek’s picture, she studied it again. He looked so different now. He was obviously still himself, but his lighter skin and eyes made him look almost like another person. Plus there was just something “other” about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She hid the paper in a dresser drawer beneath some old sweaters. Seeing it might upset Derek.
She was back to reading one of her vampire books when she heard the lock click and Derek came in looking as gorgeous as ever in a dark blue sweater and jeans.
“Hi, honey,” she said as she stood to kiss him.
They sat on the sofa together.
“I haven’t gotten you any pillows yet,” he started.
“That’s okay. I’ll take care of it.” Do vampires shop?
“I don’t have any money. I’ll have to ask for some money.”
She wondered who he would have to ask. She pictured a bunch of vampires – he’d called it a nest. Was one of them the leader and doled out money? She didn’t really want to know. It was hard to think of Derek as a member of a group of vampires. He was hers.
“Don’t worry about it.” She tried to sound reassuring. It wasn’t a big deal.
“So, how was your day?”
“Fine. I made some calls, paid some bills. Nothing exciting.”
“You didn’t go to work?”
“Um…no. I don’t have a job anymore. I got fired.” She realized he didn’t know she’d lost her job.
“When? What happened?”
“Two months ago. Jeffrey fired me.”
“Motherfucker.” Derek’s fangs showed and
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