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“Not really. Is this home for you?”
He looked around the room and then out across the town as she had.
“I’ve been here a while.”
That wasn’t exactly a yes.
“Why a restaurant?” she asked. “Isn’t that an odd choice for a vampire? Do you even drink blood, or is that a myth too?”
The red sparks gleamed in his eyes as his hand curved around her neck, his thumb unerringly finding her pulse. He stroked across it as he continued.
“Oh, I definitely drink blood. I have to in order to survive. But I also taught myself to enjoy food. Do you know how much human life revolves around food? Around communicating over a shared meal?”
She nodded, thinking about the meals she’d shared with the others at the inn—and remembered the feeling of being watched.
“You were outside the inn, weren’t you?”
He didn’t deny it, just continued his explanation.
“It’s not just humans who place this importance on shared food—most Others have similar rituals. But feeding is very different for vampires. More… intimate, but also more isolated. I wanted to be part of those shared meals, rather than just watching from a distance.”
They stood there in silence for a minute before he looked down at her and the red in his eyes intensified.
“But I still have to feed like a vampire as well.”
He walked back across the room and opened the refrigerator, showing her the bottles of blood lining the top shelf. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she took a nervous step towards the bookcases, pretending to read the titles. When he stalked towards her, she instinctively backed away, but her ass bumped into the desk by the window and she couldn’t go any farther. He stopped right in front of her, bracing his arms on either side of her hips.
“I’ve been thinking about the way you kissed me all evening,” he murmured.
“You kissed me,” she corrected faintly, her eyes locked on his mouth.
“I did, didn’t I?” That tempting mouth curved into a slow smile. “And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“You’re a sweet little morsel, kitten, but that was only a taste. I want more.”
His cool fingers closed around the base of her neck as his other hand gripped her hip, hauling her up against his hard body. She could feel his arousal, the thick length throbbing against her belly and her mind went blank. She arched up to meet him as his mouth covered hers, her lips parting as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Warm and spicy and enticing. She clutched his shoulders, trying to pull him even closer as his own fingers dug into her hip and her neck.
A low growl rumbled in his throat and he kissed her harder, lifting his hand to her breast, his thumb caressing her nipple and making her knees go weak. Then he bent her back over the desk, replacing his thumb with his mouth, hot and wet even through the fabric of her dress. He teased first one sensitive tip, then the other, sending little shocks of pleasure from her nipples to her clit, her panties growing damp as she writhed beneath him.
“Do you want more, kitten?”
She was so lost in the pleasure of his mouth that she didn’t respond at first. He nipped her earlobe sharply and she jumped.
“Do you want more?” His fangs scraped across the lobe he’d just nipped and she shivered. “Because I want to touch you. And taste you. All of you.”
She actually felt her pussy clench at his words.
“You—you mean with your tongue?”
He gave her a wicked smile, flashing his fangs as he reached beneath her skirt to stroke her thigh.
“What did you think I meant?”
He didn’t wait for her to reply before his mouth crashed back down on hers. He kissed her hard and deep, his tongue fucking into her mouth while his hand slid higher up her thigh until he reached the edge of her panties. She squirmed as he reached under the silky fabric, stroking lightly across her slick folds before circling her entrance.
“So soft,” he murmured. “Soft and warm and juicy. Like a peach.”
