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Everything about the kiss seemed perfect to me. Granted, I might not have a lot of experience kissing vampires, but it seemed like a good kiss.
Then I closed my eyes again.
I felt his hands on my breasts and in my hair. He was touching my bottom and my back and everywhere. He touched my face, and then he touched my thighs. Finally, his hands found their way between my legs, and he touched me there.
As promised, he brought me to the edge. It was so much faster and stronger and powerful than it should have been. It was different than what I was used to. As he touched me, he whispered to me, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying, and to be honest, I didn’t really care.
All I wanted was more.
I needed more.
I craved it.
Soon, I was coming apart. He held me as I silently cried out, begging for more but unable to speak. The orgasm raged through my body, filling me with satisfaction and completely exhausting me. When it was finally over, I felt my body weaken.
The vampire kissed me again.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured.
Why did that make me feel so happy? It shouldn’t have made me feel happy, yet it did. The words he spoke seemed strange and wicked to me, but also wildly wonderful. He touched me until I felt like I couldn’t stay awake for a moment longer, and he seemed to understand exactly what I needed. I felt safe with Liam, and I loathed him for that. I didn’t want to feel safe in his arms. I wanted to be scared. I wanted to fight him. That was what I’d trained for.
I hadn’t trained for this.
“Sleep,” he whispered. “It’s okay, little vampire. You’re safe. You can sleep.”
So, I did.
WHEN I OPENED MY EYES, the world was dark.
The room was dark.
Everything was dark.
I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was dry and coarse. It hurt, but that was the only part of me that hurt. Everything else felt strangely normal. If anything, I felt better than I usually did.
I hoped I wasn’t getting a cold. That would be annoying. I climbed out of bed and reached for the lamp I kept on my nightstand. Flicking on the switch, I stood and stretched, and then I looked around.
Only, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t at home a
nymore.
I wasn’t even close to being at home.
Certainly, I wasn’t in my home.
“Where am I?” I whispered, looking around. I was in a large bedroom. The bed I’d crawled out of should have been a dead giveaway to the fact that I wasn’t in my tiny little place. My home was a shack compared to this haven. I’d just had the best night of sleep I’d ever had in my damn life, and now I was...
Where was I?
The bed was a four-poster one with a deep burgundy blanket on top. There were lots of pillows, and judging by the way the entire bed was unmade, I figured it was safe to assume I hadn’t slept alone. There were no windows in the room. If there were, they were concealed behind the many paintings that hung on the walls. The hardwood flooring was cold, I thought, but beautiful. Well, judging from what I could see of it, which wasn’t much.
Only, I actually could see very well. Despite the fact that the nightstand lamp was very small, I could see remarkably well.
“Strange.”
There were a few doors to choose from, so I walked to one and pulled it open.
Closet.
