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Authors: CC MacKenzie
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something violent,
something buried deep within her heart and soul broke free to rise up within
her.
With a banshee cry of elation, with a joy of freedom at last,
another entity entered her mind. "At last!" a voice cried .
"I am FREE!"
There was nothing she could do to stop it.
The entity took, she took...everything.
Gia's arms rose above her head on the soft pillow as she
arched her back and surrendered her body, her very soul to this man.
And still his shaft was like steel inside her as he pistoned
into her.
Wow, this was some dream.
When had Liam ever managed it twice in one night never mind
three times?
"Harder!" she commanded her dream lover as her
hips rose to meet him over and over again.
He knelt now between her knees.
Big strong hands cupped her bare bottom to piston his
wonderful shaft deep into her.
Never, never had she felt anything like this.
She’d no idea it was even possible to have so many orgasms
one right after the other.
Dimly she realized her dream lover was again muttering words
she couldn’t understand.
But did she care?
'Hell, no!' cried the entity inside her head.
Daniel had never felt anything like
her.
She was so hot, so wet and so tight.
And his vampyre was in total control of her mind, her body.
Again and again he begged his vampyre to take care with her.
‘Tá mo chroí istigh ionat,’ his vampyre chanted. My
heart is within you.
‘Adraím thú.’ I adore you.
"Faster!" demanded Gia with her eyes tightly shut,
her mouth trembling through every exhale, every inhale.
She sounded like an army general going to war.
He couldn't help it.
He laughed out loud.
Christ, Jesus, the woman was going to kill him.
Delight with her warred with the desire to take care of her,
not to hurt her.
But the way her pelvis tilted to take him had the tendons on
his neck strain with the effort of holding back.
Her womb clenched and again those core muscles gripped him
too hard.
The base of his spine tingled in a way that was a pleasure
pain as his balls went too tight too fast.
His vampyre tipped back his neck and roared loud enough to
have the chandelier on the ceiling tremble as his seed ejaculated and her body
held him tight milking every single drop.
Desperately trying to catch his heaving breath, Daniel
collapsed on top of her and rolled to his side, taking her with him. And guilt
smacked him so hard he gritted his teeth as he shuddered from the force of it.
Well, he’d done it now.
He’d taken her vein, without her consent.
And he could only pray for absolution to God that she hadn’t
taken too much of his blood. His potent blood.
Now his heart battered drunkenly against his ribs as another
emotion instead of guilt rose.
Fear.
He could taste it.
The hellish stories his brothers had told him of what
happened to their wives before and after they’d turned into a newborn vampyre
made his throat burn and his eyes sting.
He’d make sure his darling was safe and well.
And if things got too bad, he’d ring Saira Pattullo. The
medic had saved the lives of his sisters-in-law.
But would Gia ever forgive him for making her vampyre?
The way she'd responded to the taste of his blood he’d no
doubt in his mind that she carried much of his species DNA.
On a positive note, he now had a much clearer picture of
some of her memories, too. The life she’d led with that bastard of a husband,
who'd left her to the tender mercies of a crime boss.
The mafia.
Fuck .
Why hadn’t he seen it?
Still held tight within Gia’s slim body, he stroked her,
soothed her with ancient words whispered into her small ear.
‘Teigh i do chodladh.’ Go to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Her eyes fluttered open.
Gia stretched, arching her back like a big lazy cat, and
then went totally still.
Her heart scrambled too fast in her chest.
Her panicked gaze flitting around the room.
She was naked and in a bed.
A strange bed.
A fantastic bed.
And it was daylight.
The pillows were soft
something buried deep within her heart and soul broke free to rise up within
her.
With a banshee cry of elation, with a joy of freedom at last,
another entity entered her mind. "At last!" a voice cried .
"I am FREE!"
There was nothing she could do to stop it.
The entity took, she took...everything.
Gia's arms rose above her head on the soft pillow as she
arched her back and surrendered her body, her very soul to this man.
And still his shaft was like steel inside her as he pistoned
into her.
Wow, this was some dream.
When had Liam ever managed it twice in one night never mind
three times?
"Harder!" she commanded her dream lover as her
hips rose to meet him over and over again.
He knelt now between her knees.
Big strong hands cupped her bare bottom to piston his
wonderful shaft deep into her.
Never, never had she felt anything like this.
She’d no idea it was even possible to have so many orgasms
one right after the other.
Dimly she realized her dream lover was again muttering words
she couldn’t understand.
But did she care?
'Hell, no!' cried the entity inside her head.
Daniel had never felt anything like
her.
She was so hot, so wet and so tight.
And his vampyre was in total control of her mind, her body.
Again and again he begged his vampyre to take care with her.
‘Tá mo chroí istigh ionat,’ his vampyre chanted. My
heart is within you.
‘Adraím thú.’ I adore you.
"Faster!" demanded Gia with her eyes tightly shut,
her mouth trembling through every exhale, every inhale.
She sounded like an army general going to war.
He couldn't help it.
He laughed out loud.
Christ, Jesus, the woman was going to kill him.
Delight with her warred with the desire to take care of her,
not to hurt her.
But the way her pelvis tilted to take him had the tendons on
his neck strain with the effort of holding back.
Her womb clenched and again those core muscles gripped him
too hard.
The base of his spine tingled in a way that was a pleasure
pain as his balls went too tight too fast.
His vampyre tipped back his neck and roared loud enough to
have the chandelier on the ceiling tremble as his seed ejaculated and her body
held him tight milking every single drop.
Desperately trying to catch his heaving breath, Daniel
collapsed on top of her and rolled to his side, taking her with him. And guilt
smacked him so hard he gritted his teeth as he shuddered from the force of it.
Well, he’d done it now.
He’d taken her vein, without her consent.
And he could only pray for absolution to God that she hadn’t
taken too much of his blood. His potent blood.
Now his heart battered drunkenly against his ribs as another
emotion instead of guilt rose.
Fear.
He could taste it.
The hellish stories his brothers had told him of what
happened to their wives before and after they’d turned into a newborn vampyre
made his throat burn and his eyes sting.
He’d make sure his darling was safe and well.
And if things got too bad, he’d ring Saira Pattullo. The
medic had saved the lives of his sisters-in-law.
But would Gia ever forgive him for making her vampyre?
The way she'd responded to the taste of his blood he’d no
doubt in his mind that she carried much of his species DNA.
On a positive note, he now had a much clearer picture of
some of her memories, too. The life she’d led with that bastard of a husband,
who'd left her to the tender mercies of a crime boss.
The mafia.
Fuck .
Why hadn’t he seen it?
Still held tight within Gia’s slim body, he stroked her,
soothed her with ancient words whispered into her small ear.
‘Teigh i do chodladh.’ Go to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Her eyes fluttered open.
Gia stretched, arching her back like a big lazy cat, and
then went totally still.
Her heart scrambled too fast in her chest.
Her panicked gaze flitting around the room.
She was naked and in a bed.
A strange bed.
A fantastic bed.
And it was daylight.
The pillows were soft
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