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Authors: Jami Brumfield
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awful. Crosses don't burn when they touch a vampire. But a sure-fire way to kill a vampire is to cut off his head. Hunters, like Christopher, use firelight swords to decapitate vampires, but any sword will do if the wielder has the strength to take the swing and the swiftness and skill to hit the mark."
"Oh." Sophie couldn't think of anything to say to that. He'd just shared with her how to kill him and also why vampires and nephilim aren't the best of friends.
“As far as your other question, I could lie and say duty keeps me here, but I’ve lived a long time and playing games isn’t something I do anymore.” He looked out over the back yard examining the horizon with interest, pausing to let Sophie absorb his words before he continued. “I’m here because you’ve piqued my interest and I want to find out more about you.” He turned those steely eyes on to hers and her heart skipped a beat while her hand flew unconsciously to her neck in search of the crystal cross she always wore.
He took her hand in his and kissed it gently while a laugh escaped his lips. “I’m not going to bite you, Sophie Waters, unless you want me to.” By the Gods he wanted to bite her, to taste her, to lick every inch of her olive skin. He wanted to possess her and had no idea how to control the urges he was developing for her. He had no idea where they came from, but he knew they were real.
She looked down as the warmth of a blush kissed her cheeks. “I wasn’t…”
He kept hold of her hand and used his other to lift her chin so they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Yes you were. No games, Sophie. I just told you that cross does nothing to me.” To prove his point he leaned toward her neck and kissed the diamond crusted cross with feather soft lips. Sophie felt her world spin out of control. She didn't cringe away from his lips that close to her neck. If anything she moved closer, involuntarily but still closer. His words, eyes, and touch began weaving a spell around her and the world around her started to crumble until the only two that existed were them.
He didn't move from her throat immediately. He took a moment to immerse himself into her honey scent. His tongue slipped out of his lips and licked the middle of her throat, tasting her salted honey essence. "You smell amazing… and taste wonderful." He whispered, his voice deeper, raspier. His hand shook as he tried desperately to keep his wits about him. He moved the shaky hand from her chin to the side of her neck and she leaned into his hand, exposing more of her tender neck. Desire consumed both of them. He could smell it rising from her, and feel it in every fiber of his being. He scraped his teeth against her skin, but forced down the urge to puncture. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep him from sinking his teeth into her flesh and drinking the tiniest bit of her blood. He needed to prove to her and to himself that he could control himself around her. Instead of piercing her flesh he retracted his teeth and kissed her neck softly. The moan that escaped her lips almost made him lose the little control he had, but somehow he managed to contain himself and pull away. "See, I'm not a monster."
Sophie's eyes flew open, "I never said you were a monster." She felt horrible that he had such hurtful thoughts. A man that can ignite passion in her from the simplest touch could never be a monster. She placed both hands on his cheeks and forced him to look at her. "From the moment I met you I've felt nothing but interest and desire toward you. I would never call you a monster."
"So you feel it too?" He asked earnestly. He didn't know why it was important to him to know she was just as captivated with him as he was with her, but he hung on her words waiting to hear it.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked barely above a whisper.
“I have a feeling what is happening here is two sided, no?”
She took both
"Oh." Sophie couldn't think of anything to say to that. He'd just shared with her how to kill him and also why vampires and nephilim aren't the best of friends.
“As far as your other question, I could lie and say duty keeps me here, but I’ve lived a long time and playing games isn’t something I do anymore.” He looked out over the back yard examining the horizon with interest, pausing to let Sophie absorb his words before he continued. “I’m here because you’ve piqued my interest and I want to find out more about you.” He turned those steely eyes on to hers and her heart skipped a beat while her hand flew unconsciously to her neck in search of the crystal cross she always wore.
He took her hand in his and kissed it gently while a laugh escaped his lips. “I’m not going to bite you, Sophie Waters, unless you want me to.” By the Gods he wanted to bite her, to taste her, to lick every inch of her olive skin. He wanted to possess her and had no idea how to control the urges he was developing for her. He had no idea where they came from, but he knew they were real.
She looked down as the warmth of a blush kissed her cheeks. “I wasn’t…”
He kept hold of her hand and used his other to lift her chin so they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Yes you were. No games, Sophie. I just told you that cross does nothing to me.” To prove his point he leaned toward her neck and kissed the diamond crusted cross with feather soft lips. Sophie felt her world spin out of control. She didn't cringe away from his lips that close to her neck. If anything she moved closer, involuntarily but still closer. His words, eyes, and touch began weaving a spell around her and the world around her started to crumble until the only two that existed were them.
He didn't move from her throat immediately. He took a moment to immerse himself into her honey scent. His tongue slipped out of his lips and licked the middle of her throat, tasting her salted honey essence. "You smell amazing… and taste wonderful." He whispered, his voice deeper, raspier. His hand shook as he tried desperately to keep his wits about him. He moved the shaky hand from her chin to the side of her neck and she leaned into his hand, exposing more of her tender neck. Desire consumed both of them. He could smell it rising from her, and feel it in every fiber of his being. He scraped his teeth against her skin, but forced down the urge to puncture. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep him from sinking his teeth into her flesh and drinking the tiniest bit of her blood. He needed to prove to her and to himself that he could control himself around her. Instead of piercing her flesh he retracted his teeth and kissed her neck softly. The moan that escaped her lips almost made him lose the little control he had, but somehow he managed to contain himself and pull away. "See, I'm not a monster."
Sophie's eyes flew open, "I never said you were a monster." She felt horrible that he had such hurtful thoughts. A man that can ignite passion in her from the simplest touch could never be a monster. She placed both hands on his cheeks and forced him to look at her. "From the moment I met you I've felt nothing but interest and desire toward you. I would never call you a monster."
"So you feel it too?" He asked earnestly. He didn't know why it was important to him to know she was just as captivated with him as he was with her, but he hung on her words waiting to hear it.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked barely above a whisper.
“I have a feeling what is happening here is two sided, no?”
She took both
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