Page 12 of My Mr. Vampire

“Huh, well, that would’ve been impossible. He was dead.”

“Right.” I couldn’t hold back. I had to say what I had to say. “I want to be clear. I don’t want to be a vampire.”

“I think I knew that already.” He replied, as if my statement was silly.

“You did?”

“Yes. Why would you? You would have to give up so many things. I love you just the way you are.”

“I love you too. I just wanted you to know that.”

“I know, and I’m glad you made it clear.”

“I have another question.” I was tired, but this vampire world was fascinating to me.

“Oh, okay. Ask me anything.”

“You drank my blood once before.”

“I did.” He scratched at the hair on his chin.

“Does it taste bad to you, my blood?”

He cracked a crooked smile. “Ah, no. No, not at all. Actually, it’s quite delicious.” His eyes flashed brightly. It happened so fast. I questioned if it happened at all.

“Why haven’t you done it again?”

“I didn’t want to scare you away. I wasn’t sure you were into it. Bloodlust is terrifying for some.”

Bloodlust, now that’s a word. “Are you biting other women?”

“No, of course not.” He chuckled, although his face remained serious. “Where is this coming from?”

Jealousy, self-doubt, all the above, and above the all. Why would a vampire want me? I’m cute, but a rich vampire could have anyone.

Zand removed his shirt and tossed it on a chaise lounge. His body was sculpted by the gods. I couldn’t help but look. He walked over and stood in front of me. Slowly removing my dress, his hands roamed smoothly down my torso.

He pulled me close to him. “You know I only love you.” His cool breath ignited my core and drew my nipples to fine points.

I was only in my black lace panties, and I could feel a moist pool gather in between my legs. Zand took my hand and led me to the bed. The two drinks I had at The Castle were enough to start me up. I wanted to feel him inside me. I craved it. I yearnedfor his dick. It had become something that I thought about when my mind was quiet.

I lay naked on the bed and watched Zand remove all the rest of his clothing and his shoes. His nude body was a work of art. He wasn’t too small or too big. He had the chiseled body of a god. His muscled tone was a marvel. He could be the new Captain America. He wouldn’t even need a stunt double. Damn, are there any vampires that are actors?

Was there a such thing as vampire actors, models, singers, politicians? That was a question for another time. My thoughts were on getting my back blown out, and my pussy being stuffed until I exploded.

Zand dimmed the lights and crawled into bed. He hovered over me and stared down into my eyes. My juices leaked from my hot spot when he made his eyes glow an icy diamond color in the darkness.

“Tell me this love is forever.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Chanel, tell me.”

“I will love you forever.” I panted, hoping he was positioned to thrust his vampire dick deep inside me.

Zand pulled back. He moved down my body without bothering to touch me. At first, I thought he was going to lick my pussy, but then I felt the extreme prick of pain when he plunged his fangs into the fatty meat of my inner thigh.

As soon as his razor-sharp fangs pierced my flesh, the pain sent shockwaves through my body. The pleasure that followed devoured the depths of my core. My skin went hot and cold all at once. The sensation surged through me like wildfire. I was left with a tingling feeling that spread through my body. I could barely breathe as he took my blood with his greedy lips. At first, my heart hammered in my chest. After a few seconds, the primal rhythm slowed. It pulsed with a hypnotic beat that pulled me under his spell and sent me far away.

I bit down hard on my lower lip. I tried to hold back the cry that rose in my throat, but sound never came out. A relaxing warmth spread through my veins, teasing every part of me to the brink of madness. With each draw of my blood, something else rushed in to replace it. There was a dizzy, euphoric wave, drowning me in delightful sensations. I felt fragile and alive in ways I’d never imagined.

I cracked my eyes open to make sure I hadn’t levitated off the bed. I was convinced Zand had sent me spinning and raised me up like I weighed nothing at all. My vision blurred as I tried to look through the cloud of my lashes. I reached out blindly, wanting to anchor myself to him and feel his solid weight. My fingers curled against the bedding.

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