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Then he grunts and his whole body goes taut and tense.
We collapse against each other as his cock pulses inside of me.
“God,” I whisper, as we stop our mad animal bucking. “Jesus, Torsten. Are you okay?”
“Y-yes,” he growls, staggering away and pawing at the blood covering his mouth. “Just please, get dressed. Oh, wait.”
He pricks his finger and places it against the fang marks on my breasts, healing them. But then he growls and starts palming them again, spreading my blood over them.
“Fuck.”
He forces himself to turn away and walks to the other side of the room.
“Torsten.”
“Hmm?”
“What am I supposed to get dressed in? You sort of ruined my dress, you animal.”
I grin at him and then he glances at me, smirking slightly. Our smiles mirror each other and then we’re both laughing, like sex-crazed loons, laughing so that our voices fill the room in a song.
Then he darts to me, vampire-quick, seeming to appear inches in front of me within a heartbeat.
“Then I guess I’ll have to take you into the bedroom to see if there’re any clothes in there.”
I run my hand down his shirt, pressing my fingernails hard so I can feel his hot, stony flesh beneath.
“Okay,” I whisper. “But this time you have to get naked too. It’s only fair.”
Lust flares between us, and we don’t fight it.
We can’t.
Because we belong to each other now, in body as well as soul.
Chapter Eleven
Tammy
I sit on my apartment balcony as the midday sun makes the city glitter like a diamond. Chipper rests on my lap in a tight ball, snoozing softly, glancing up at me every time I let my ear-stroking lapse.
Mommy, his eyes seem to say. I think you’re forgetting something.
My mind soars over the past almost two weeks with Torsten, the dates, the closeness, the little fun experiments we’ve had in the recording studio together. But as I sit here what strikes me most is how glorious the city looks as it’s lit with startling yellow and how I wish Torsten was sitting here beside me, basking in the warm glow of the sun.
“Tonight,” I whisper, giving Chipper a belly rub.
He rolls over and his tongue lolls as he grins up at me.
“But is he ready, eh, little man?” I mutter.
Perhaps that’s an unfair question. He’s told me he’s ready plenty of times, told me he’s been waiting his whole life to find me, but my head spins whenever I think about it.
He’ll go from never having to worry about mortality to being a forty year old mortal man.
“But I don’t care,” he growled last night, his fingers making patterns in my hair as we recovered from our frantic sex. “I want to put my seed inside of you. I want to watch you grow with our child. I want to live, Tammy, with you.”
“I hope you don’t mind me leaving you with the dog sitter tonight, boy,” I say, bringing him to my face and kissing his nose.
He smiles and laps at my cheek, his tail wagging as he scrambles up my chest to get better purchase for more face-licking.
Tonight.
Everything changes.
And I can’t wait, my womb eager for his child, to begin a life I never could’ve dreamed of just two and a half weeks ago.
I take a deep breath of the bracing autumn air and then turn Chipper so that he’s facing the city, his little body bathed in sunlight.
Curiosity swells in me as I step from the chauffeured car and walk across the airstrip. A light rain falls across the sky, seeming to sparkle in the light of the landing strip, flashing.
Torsten stands next to a small plane, the kind you see in stunt shows and in spy movies. It has a propeller and a DIY look about it, and as I get closer, I can just about make out its blood-red paint in the darkness.
Torsten has a smirk on his face as he strolls over to me, moving languidly in a tight-fitting black shirt and jeans, the clothes doing nothing to hide the irrepressible bulk of his body beneath.
“You’re about to tell me you know how to fly that thing,” I say. “Aren’t you?”
“That would be bragging,” he chuckles deeply. “And you know how much I hate that. Anyway, I’d prefer to show you. If you’ll trust me?”
I glance at the plane, a note of fear shivering through me.
“I’ve never been on a real plane before,” I murmur. “Let alone a toy plane.”
“I am an excellent pilot,” he says. “But if you don’t feel comfortable—”
“No,” I say quickly. “I mean, I’m going to be scared. But you’ve taught me not to live my life in fear, Torsten. Where are we going?”
“Somewhere private,” he says, closing the distance between us and leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek.
Neither completely warm nor completely cold, it oscillates between the two as his hunger flares within him. I place my hand on his chest and then feel something new there.
