Page 10 of Sleeping With the Vampire

Her energy was pure and elemental.

I knew I wanted her but I could see that she would not be easily won over. But I had not foreseen her clash with the Owls and that I would have to step in to save her. It had occurred to me, seconds after our phone call, that she might not be up for the trap I’d set her. I’d known she would go after Chakrat andhad been prepared to help her when she confronted him. But I realized too late that she would check with her mentor first. I had not taken into account her sense of duty and diligence. She’d visited that foul grease monkey and asked him for advice. I had no way of listening in to their conversation as it took place in the middle of the day, in the brightest of sunlight. As if to spite me, it was the sunniest of days.

I had to wait until the light faded before I paid Costello a visit, whispered a few words in his ears and mesmerized him into telling me where Izzy had gone. I couldn’t believe it when he said Lady Cat’s club, an absolute vampire nest. I had got over there as quickly as I could and I was almost too late.

I felt the most intense emotions I had in decades at the sight of her in their claws, seeing her so helpless and in need of saving was an exquisite pain that became the most overpowering desire. I knew I had to restrain myself but when she woke from her stupor, I knew she felt it too.

It had to happen.

Our joining transcended time and flesh and spirit; went beyond the dimensions of our world, such as it was, and I had to draw blood.Only the smallest amount, the tips of my fangs piercing her skin as she cried out in ecstasy, the sensation driving her climax even higher.

I had bound her to me.

Even though that had not been my intention.

As the night drew to a close, I knew I had to withdraw to safe quarters. I needed to replenish my energy but I didn’t want to leave her.

Izzy was in a strange state of mind, which I understood of course.

I had brought her to a hotel I knew and trusted, the Roussard, which had once belonged to a good friend of mine and therefore contained many good memories. It was now run byanother friend, someone I trusted and I ordered room service for Izzy. Coffee, black the way she liked it, and cookies.

When it arrived, I took the tray to her in bed. Her dark hair fell across her face and I could not see her eyes.

I gave her space, which I knew she needed now. She had been a virgin and I had deflowered her. I had an idea what it would mean to her. The exquisite pleasure it had brought me and the pain that she would now feel at the loss of it.

“You bit me,” she suddenly said, staring at me, her voice filled with anger.

I was taken aback by her fury.

Where was the innocent maiden, mourning her lost petal?

“You fucker!” she snarled, jumping out of bed and throwing me off balance and onto the ottoman. “You knew I was a virgin!”

“Izzy,” I said softly, “Calm down.”

“Do not tell me to calm down!” She hissed at me, but then stepped back and took a deep breath.

“That was not supposed to happen!”

I looked at the coffee and cookies which had fallen off the tray when she leapt into the air. She paid it no attention but I knew the coffee would leave a nasty stain on the carpet, which was quite old and expensive.

“You tricked me!” She stared at me accusingly.

“I know it may seem that way to you, but I assure you that what happened between us last night was not planned.”

She was standing in front of me, naked, and it was quite impossible to take my eyes off her. Her body was perfect in every way and even though she was of a small build, her muscles were toned and strong. Not an ounce of fat on her body and her breasts were full with nipples the color of strawberries about to ripen. I could feel my mouth water for her all over again.

This was another first for me.

I couldn’t remember the last time that any woman had stirred this kind of lust in me.

But it was clear that she was not sharing my frame of mind. She whipped her hair away and looked for the bite marks I had made on the back of her shoulder. Seeing the tiny pricks on her skin filled me with regret.

“I am sorry about that, I fear, I was unable to help myself.”

“Bastard! Motherfucker!” she really did use the foulest language, I thought to myself, rather amused.

“Does this mean I’m supposed to be your slave or something?”

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