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He shrugs. “I don’t know, but she hasn’t been around for all that long.”
I swallow and think that over. Young blood. Young pussy. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced a vampire in their youth.
It’s enough that by the time we have finished the bottle of wine, I’m excusing myself from the table. Van Helsing understands, of course, he knows what goes on here, and he retires to the living room with what remains of his wine.
I go straight up the stairs and down the hallway that leads to her room, the wards undoing themselves in my presence.
I open the door and step into her bedroom, the door closing behind me.
She’s lying on the bed, staring straight up at the ceiling, and raises her head to look at me.
“Come here,” I command her in a low voice, my eyes never leaving hers.
She hesitates for a moment, a strange look passing over her eyes, then gets off the bed and walks over to me. Her coat has since been discarded to the floor, her boots askew beside it, like she’s accustomed to making a mess, and she’s just wearing jeans and a thin sweater. I can see her curves more clearly now and my dick automatically hardens at the wide expanse of her hips, the pert shape of her full breasts, nipples already at attention.
She stops a couple of feet away and raises her chin to meet my gaze. I stare deeply into her eyes and take my time drinking in their vulnerability. Yes, she still has that glow in them that makes her iris’s extra green, that look of love and affection, however misplaced it may be. But there’s something else in them now. Fear. Just a touch of it. Just a kiss of terror.
It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. It always does. My cock presses against my fly, straining to be let out, and my jaw grows tight.
“Take off your clothes,” I say roughly. “Let me see you.”
She takes in a deep breath and reaches for the hem of her sweater, lifting it over her head. Underneath she’s in a white cotton bra that she’s barely fitting into, her full breasts spilling over. She’s so pale and creamy and I’m practically panting at the sight of her.
Then she undoes her jeans and steps out of them and her socks. Her underwear is red and lacey. Strange, it’s like she wasn’t trying to make an effort at all. Usually the women that are brought here are very elaborately done up with makeup and lingerie. But not her.
It makes me want her even more. How incredibly easy it would be to defile her. How she might want to be defiled.
“All off,” I say, my voice growing hoarse.
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine as she slips out of her underwear and undoes her bra.
I have to tear my eyes away from hers and take in the sight of her body, nude and deliciously supple.
Fuck, is she ever soft. She has the muscle tone and strength that every vampire does, but she’s somehow kept her plush curves intact. Perhaps she’s even younger than I thought.
And when my eyes drop to her cunt, shadowed by hair, I realize I’m probably right.
“Where exactly did you come from?” I murmur, stepping toward her. I breathe in deeply, smelling her meadowsweet scent, something both familiar and not, and place my fingers at her waist, letting them trail over her delicate skin as I move around and behind her. She gasps, sucking in her stomach and my fingers go over her hips, then around the swell of her ample ass.
“Your body is unique for a vampire’s,” I go on. “How did you get to be so soft?”
She stiffens, and I realize she might think it’s not a compliment. I forget how women can get and vampires are no exception.
“Don’t worry, I like it,” I whisper in her ear, leaning forward. She shivers now and I can smell the heat pooling between her legs, smell her musk as I’m turning her on.
Fuck, I’m going to take my time with her, even if it kills me.
I come back around to the front of her, my fingers slowly tracing up the skin of her stomach until they rise over the high mounds of her breasts. She gasps as I cup them, feeling the heavy weight of them in my hands, then gently brush my thumbs over her nipples until they’re hard as pebbles. Her mouth drops open, a perfect pink tongue between her full lips, and her eyes pinch shut from the pleasure.
I can’t stop touching her, I can’t keep my eyes off her. Her face is so open and pure and pretty, something sweet and girlish, yet her jaw and her nose are sharp, a softness balanced with strong striking features. Her skin is smooth as milk, with only a faint scattering of freckles that remind me of the furthest stars in the sky. I keep my thumbs going over her breasts until her musk intensifies, until her breathing becomes shallow and I wonder if I can make her come from just her breasts alone.
But while I want to take my time, I’m also getting impatient.
I slip one hand down between her legs and find her soaking wet.
“Oh god,” she says through a gasp and I barely have to touch her at all before she’s coming right here and now, on her own two feet.
She’s a firecracker. It’s been a while since I’ve made a woman come in seconds flat.
