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  He threw me a startled look. “I didn’t mean—”

  “And left at the next light. My lair isn’t far.”

  He stopped the car smoothly. The traffic light cast a red glow in the car, and his eyes gleamed as he looked at me intensely.

  “You don’t have to,” he said very low.

  “I want to. And you’re breaking character.”

  The light switched to green, and he looked back at the road. He seemed to hesitate for a second, then finally turned in the direction I had indicated. For the rest of the ride, I continued to give him directions he didn’t need, and we soon arrived at my apartment.

  For the first time, he followed me up the steps and to the door. He stopped on the threshold after I invited him in and waited until I looked at him to step in. Neither of us said anything, but I think we both understood, at that moment, that things had just changed again between us. We just didn’t know how much they had changed—and it wasn’t the time to stop and analyze that. There’d be enough time in the morning to think about it. At least, that was what I believed then.

  I kicked my shoes off by the door and turned on the lights while Anando did the same. At once, I became very self-conscious, and started regretting having led him to my apartment. I wasn’t worried he might hurt me, of course not. It had just struck me how small my place was, how plain and common, when Anando lived in a modern villa with a pool.

  I turned to find that he was looking around, and felt the need to say something. “My mansion on the ocean is being renovated at the moment so…”

  He shook his head and, without a word, came to me and pressed his lips to mine in a sweet, chaste kiss. When he pulled back, his grin was pure deviousness.

  “Are you going to do it?” he asked, his voice both low and sensual.

  Goosebumps erupted over my arms. “Do what?”

  “You know.” He winked. “Bite me.”

  Just like that, my discomfort and slight shame disappeared. I slipped back on the persona of a strong vampire as though slipping on a costume, and slid my hands inside his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders until it fell to the floor.

  “Don’t you want to get comfortable first?” I murmured.

  His tie was already loose; I finished untying it but left it around his neck as my fingers traveled down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning as I went. Every other button, I let my fingertips slide inside to caress his skin. I couldn’t wait to touch more of it, more of him.

  Humming quietly in approval, he wrapped his arms around me and found my dress’ zipper in the back. I let him pull it completely down before I clucked my tongue reproachfully.

  “Awfully bold of you to think you can undress a master vampire without making the proper offerings first.”

  He blinked in surprise, and I decided that I wanted to see his eyes without the interference of the glasses anymore. I pulled them off his nose and dropped them on the carpet onto his vest.

  “What…offerings are we talking about?” he asked, his fingers tracing a sensual line on my back along the opened zipper.

  “What do you think?” I murmured, grinning deviously.

  I pulled away from his embrace and tugged the tie free of his collar. When he raised his hand toward my face, I grabbed it gently and looped the tie around it. He looked at me askance, but when I took his other hand and tied it to the first, I know he remembered, like I did, the night we had played with handcuffs. He had given me all the power then, and this game was a bit of the same. I had grown in those few months, however, and I was a little more daring.

  A few light tugs freed his shirt from his pants. Keeping my hands on his waist, I led him backwards to the sofa and gently pushed him down to sit. He understood what I wanted and raised his tied hands so that I could slip inside the circle of his arms and sit on his lap, one knee on each side of his legs. I cupped his face in my hands and slowly leaned forward, keeping eye contact until our lips touched. I shuddered at the feel of them, so cool, so soft, and pressed a little harder against his mouth, parting my lips to lick his gently. His tongue came out to play, and we deepened the kiss together.

  I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve kissed, be it chaste pecks or passionate, burning kisses. I just know that every time, my heart stammers in the same way, as though it had forgotten how to beat properly, and my mind erases everything that isn’t that instant, everything that isn’t him or me.

  His hands, flat on my back, drew me closer to him, and as I shifted on his lap, I could now feel his cock pressed against my crotch, hard and impatient within the confines of his pants. Mindlessly, I rocked against him, feeling him press back against my now soaked panties. He broke off the kiss to let out a low moan.

  “Virginia…”

  The vampire I was supposed to be had not given her name to her prey, but I decided against pointing that out to him. The sound of my name spurred me on. I trailed my lips along his jaw, then down his neck to his bite scars. I gently scraped my teeth against the raised flesh before sucking hard enough to leave a bruise just a shade darker than his skin. Anando bucked beneath me, angling his head to give me better access. I kissed and sucked at his neck for a few more seconds before sliding as far back as I could within his embrace. He protested wordlessly, but quieted down when I pushed his shirt to the sides and leaned in to press a kiss over his heart. Would it have beaten as hard as mine, I wondered, if Anando had been human?

  I continued to alternate small licks, kisses, and playful nips to his smooth chest before latching on to his small, puckered nipples, one after the other. Anando rested his head against the back of the sofa, eyes closed; the contented humming, or rather rumbling that came from his chest almost sounded like a big cat’s purr. I rested my cheek against his chest, feeling it vibrate. At the same time, my hands worked between us to undo his pants and guide his cock out.

  As I pumped it slowly in my closed fist, I hesitated. Part of me wanted to take Anando inside of me and ride him, right there and right then, like I had done, that one time, at the club. There was something else I wanted more than that, though. All evening long, throughout our role-playing game, the thought had been there that I, the dangerous vampire, would bite him before the night was over; taste him. Biting might not be something I could or would actually do, but as for tasting…

  After all, I had asked him for an offering, hadn’t I?

  He tried to hold me back when I slipped beneath his arms, but I escaped him easily. Kneeling between his legs on the carpet, I leaned over him and nuzzled his cock. I heard him take a sharp breath, and couldn’t help but smile against his hardened flesh at the thought that, probably without even trying anymore, he was still acting his part as a human.

  Grabbing the sides of his pants, I tugged at them until he raised his hips and helped me slide them down. As I had expected, he wasn’t wearing underwear, and the way he slouched gave me full access to his cock and balls in the nest of cropped, wiry hair.

  My lips followed the thick vein that ran along his cock up to the tip. I flicked my tongue along the edge of the crown, teasing both him and myself, before finally running the tip of my tongue along his slit. I lapped at the bead of precome there, enjoying the sweet and salty flavor of it. Taking hold of his cock, I angled it toward me and took the tip into my mouth. Anando shuddered beneath me, and his bound hands settled at the back of my head, lightly pressing me forward. I ignored the silent request and started sucking gently until I had pulled a groan from Anando. Only then did I slowly sink down, taking as much of his engorged cock into my mouth as I could and swirling my tongue around it.

  My fist covered the base of his dick, and I tightened my fingers before pulling away and pumping my hand up and down. His shaft was slick from my saliva and so hard… I couldn’t wait to take him inside me—but I had to wait, I had to if I wanted to taste him, and I wanted that more than anything.

  I pumped his cock faster, spreading my saliva and his precome over his length, even as I looked up at his face
. Behind his heavy eyelids, his pupils were completely dilated, drowning his eyes in black. I gave him a saucy grin then focused my full attention on his cock again. Without ever stopping to move my fist, I dipped lower to press my lips to his balls. They were tight, already, drawn up in pleasure, and he moaned when I flicked my tongue against them, mouthing first one, then the other. His hands were heavy at the back of my head, but they didn’t push me forward, and when his hips bucked up, the movement felt restrained, as though he had been trying to control himself and let me go at my own pace. I purred in appreciation, and felt him quiver against me.

  Emboldened, I licked a path down to the small strip of skin beneath his balls. He moaned my name again, his voice more shaky than I had ever heard it. Slowing down the pace of my hand, I looked up at him again and held his gaze as I slipped the index finger of my free hand into my mouth, coating it with saliva before I reached down and tentatively circled his puckered hole with my fingertip.

  “Is this…” I could feel my cheeks heat up. I swallowed hard, and pushed the words out despite my nervousness and embarrassment. “Is this OK?”

  Anando licked his lips and blinked before nodding jerkily. “Anything…anything you want to do…to me is OK.”

  A rush of pure pride ran through me at the thought of having put that catch in his voice. Leaning forward again, I pressed my lips to his cock, slowly moving up to the tip, even as my finger breached him. I took him into my mouth again and sunk down gradually, making my lips a tight ring around his flesh. At the same time, I pushed my finger in, attentive to any hint that I was hurting him. His grunt sounded anything but pained.

  Now I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, my Lady, but I had planned this enough that I had done some research. All I had read, however, disappeared when I found the bump I was looking for. Anando became very still, suddenly, and his fingers clenched almost painfully in my hair. I started sucking harder on his cock, sliding my mouth up and down and twirling my tongue around his shaft while I massaged his prostate.

  He was breathing harshly, now, panting my name and begging me to continue. I did just that, gradually increasing my tempo and listening to his body, to every little change, until he went rigid under me and cried out as he came. I slowed down my sucking but didn’t stop, drawing every last drop of salty semen from him. When his cock softened in my mouth, I let go of it and sat back on my heels, my hands on his knees, and watched him. Head thrown back, he was taking shaky breaths through his parted mouth. With his pants around his ankles, his glistening cock resting on his thigh, his bound hands and open shirt, he made a perfect picture of bliss—and I was the one who had put him in that state.

  If I had any say in it, I thought at that moment, it would happen many more times in the following weeks, months, and years. If only I could have known…

  He only looked down at me when I tugged at the knot on his tie and freed his hands. Taking hold of my hands, he pulled me up into his lap and kissed me deeply.

  “That was…” he said when he broke the kiss, and shook his head as though unable to find the words.

  “Nice?” I offered.

  He chuckled weakly. “Much better than nice. I had heard vampires were sex gods, but I never imagined that.”

  It took me a second to realize that he was back to his supposed human persona. I barely refrained from rolling my eyes at him and instead leaned in to murmur into his ear, “Not only that, but we’re insatiable, too. You’re ready for round two?”

  “Give me a minute,” he replied with a shaky laugh. “And maybe we could move this to your bed? Unless you sleep in a coffin?”

  This time, he was just too silly. I snorted as I stood and held out my hand to help him up. He drew his pants back up and held them with one hand. I held the other one in mine to lead him to my bed—the bed in which I had dreamed of him so often in the past months.

  I turned on the bedside table lamp and drew the comforter before turning to Anando. Without a word, we undressed each other, taking our time to do so. He let me undo his cufflinks one after the other, and I placed them on the dresser, where they wouldn’t be lost. In return, he delicately unhooked my dangling earrings from my ears. I then pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and it pooled at his feet with his pants and socks. My dress was already unzipped, all he had to do was slip the straps off my arms.

  He hummed in approval as I stood there, wearing nothing more than lacy underwear. By the time he had undone my bra and placed a single, chaste kiss to each of my nipples, his cock was twitching back to life. He knelt at my feet and slid my panties down my legs one inch at a time, trailing kisses along my thighs. He held up his hand to help me out of the panties, then kissed his way back up my body. I was trembling in need when his lips pressed against mine.

  We climbed into bed together, his hand still holding mine tightly. Lying on our sides, we kissed again: short, gentle kisses that made warmth flow through my body. My hand flitted over his arm and shoulder while his sneaked between us. I shuddered as he caressed my right breast, cupping my hardened nipple into his palm. Pressing closer, he gently pushed me onto my back and trailed his lips down to my left breast. Without thinking, I rested my hand on the back of his head, encouraging him when he flicked his tongue against my nipple before sucking on it.

  Caught in the sensation, I barely noticed his hand fluttering down my stomach and to the apex of my parted legs. My body shook when a single finger traced my wet labia before coming back up to my clit.

  “More,” I demanded, my voice weak and rough.

  Anando scraped his teeth against my breast at the same time as he flicked his thumb against my clit. I groaned, then again more loudly when he repeated his actions. He teased me once more, his fingers circling my opening but still not pushing inside me, where I wanted him—needed him. My fingers tightened in his hair as he continued to alternate sucking and painless bites, never giving me quite what I wanted yet inexorably pushing me toward pleasure. I could feel it build inside me, like clouds gathering for a storm, darkening everything and charging the air in electricity while preparing that first lightning bolt that would tear the sky asunder and light up the night.

  “So close,” I panted, my body arching under his ministrations. “Just—”

  He surged inside me, his hard-again cock filling me and pulling a cry from my lips like the crack of thunder. For an instant, everything was blindingly luminous, and I clung to Anando so I wouldn’t fall apart.

  He remained immobile until my body had stopped shaking beneath his, and then rolled back onto his side, pulling me with him. With a tender hand, he guided my leg over his own, opening me a little more to him.

  “Sweet, sweet Virginia,” he murmured when he drew back, then, almost lazily, pushed back inside of me.

  So soon after the peak of my orgasm, each slow slide of his cock had me shuddering again, drawing out my pleasure until I didn’t know whether to beg for more or for him to stop. I did neither and instead, cupping his jaw in a shaky hand, I kissed him softly, slowly, as slowly as his hips danced against mine.

  We’d done many things together, but that night, that long moment of tender caresses and kisses, of slow movements and shared contentment, was the only time that I cannot call anything other than making love.

  I watched his face, as we slowly reached toward pleasure. I tried not to imagine anything that wasn’t there in the flames that danced in his eyes. Still, I was sure I saw…something. Something that would have scared me, just weeks earlier. Something that made my heart sing in hope now.

  When we came together, it was with twin sighs of completion. He held me a little tighter; I pressed my face to the crook of his neck. It was just…perfect.

  Laying together like this was a sweet moment, and I think it might have been a little too intimate for Anando, because he broke that too heavy silence with a joke, returning to our game when I had long since forgotten it.

  “I never imagined vampires liked to cuddle.”

  I groaned, re
fusing to play further. “You suck at being a human.”

  He chuckled, and when I drew back, I saw that his eyes were sparkling with amusement. “I lack practice. It’s been a while.”

  “Or you just had too much fun mocking us.”

  He traced my bottom lip with his index finger and smiled kindly. “Mocking them, Virginia dear. Not you.”

  Leaning in, he followed the same path with his mouth. I didn’t let him distract me, though. I had to know if truly he believed I was different from the others.

  “But I am like them,” I pointed out. “I came to the club just to meet vamps and spice up my life, didn’t I?”

  With his fingertips, he brushed back strands of hair that had fallen over my cheek. “Did it work for you?” he asked, tongue in cheek.

  I slid my head closer to him, resting my forehead against his. “Well, the spice wasn’t anything I expected. But I’ve taken quite a liking to it.”

  He smiled. His hand felt cool against my cheek, both strong and soft. I felt so good, I could have purred.

  “Can I ask another question?” I said after a few seconds.

  “You can ask anything you want, sweet Virginia.”

  The question had been there, at the back of my mind, since I had first asked him about his turning. I had promised myself I wouldn’t ask—it was just too personal, too intrusive. But in that moment of perfect contentment, I couldn’t see anything wrong anymore with wanting to know more about Anando. Every little thing about him was within my reach, it seemed, if I just asked. And so I did.

  I now wish I hadn’t.

  “Have you ever turned anyone?” I asked, watching him through half-closed eyes. “I mean, have you ever wanted someone around enough to turn them?”

  A frown emerged on his features, drawing a light vertical crease between his eyebrows. He leaned on his elbow before pulling his hand away from my face. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer, but he finally did.

  “I’ve wanted people around enough to stay with them,” he said slowly as though weighing each word. “But no, I’ve never turned anyone.” He paused, then added, “Nor do I plan to.”