Page 11 of Sexual Appetites of Vampires

She nodded and wondered if he would deny her reading it.

In the next instant, she felt them float upward, and he reached out and slipped the book off the shelf.

“An interesting choice,” he said. “Would you like another book?”

Lara shook her head unable to speak. How could she when she was hovering several feet in the air in the arms of a vampire?

“I frighten you,” he said softly as he lowered them down.

She grasped hold of his arm when her feet touched the floor and managed to whisper, “Vampire.”

He smiled. “Yes, the word does say it all.”

She reluctantly stepped away from him, her legs wobbling as she did.

He reached out and once again his arm circled her waist and he walked her over to the reading area in front of the fireplace, though she didn’t feel her feet touch the floor once and eased her down to sit on one of the oversized chairs. He went to a cabinet and returned shortly, handing her a glass of red wine.

“Drink,” he insisted.

“Trying to get me drunk?” she asked, attempting to make light of the situation, for her own sanity, and took the glass, her hand trembling slightly.

“No, I want you completely sober when I make love to you.”

She stared at him in shock, glad she hadn’t taken a sip of wine, or she would have spit it all over herself. He was reminding her again that they would not just have sex but make love and damn if it didn’t stir something in her. She had long ago lost her virginity—a painfully memorable moment—and since then had had limited sexual encounters, all not only leaving her feeling totally unsatisfied, but completely disillusioned about sex.

After retrieving all her books off the various shelves and placing them on the ottoman table, he sat in the chair beside her. “You should be more careful.”

“I’m trying to be,” she said saluting him with her glass of wine, certain he’d understand the double meaning.

He responded with a slight nod and a faint smile, then said, “This isn’t the kitchen.”

She scrunched her brow, then recalled he had given her directions to the kitchen before leaving her in the living room. “I was hungrier for information rather than food.”

“Well, you do have a chapter to write. Perhaps now would be a good time to talk about... sexual appetites of vampires.”

Her curiosity was definitely aroused as was she. Damn, she hadn’t been attracted or aroused by a man in ages and now that she finally was, he had to be a vampire. She was treading on dangerous ground here. He wouldn’t be generalizing when it came to a vampire’s sexual appetite, he’d be speaking from experience. She would know the intimate details of his sex life. She took a sip of wine, settled back in the chair with a knot in her stomach and said, “Tell me how the sexual appetites of vampires differ from that of human males.”

Michael smiled, a compelling and all too sly smile. “I will try to explain it, though it would be much better demonstrated.”

“What makes you think I’ll have sex with you?” Lara demanded.

“You already want to have sex with me. I can feel your ache; it grows stronger by the minute, and your scent is so robust, so irresistible...your skin hot, your nipples hard and I want to?—”

“Stop it,” she shouted, fearing she would lose control any minute and demand he make love to her. “I will not be caught up in your spell and bent to your will.”

“Isn’t that exactly what human males do, persuade and seduce women? And to be fair, women do the same to men. And isn’t it our sexual appetites that drive us to seduce whether male or vampire?”

“Then what you’re saying is that vampires really aren’t all that different than those of human males. Both are ravenous.”

“Not entirely true, since with a human male it would depend on his age and health whether he was ravenous for sex or not. Not so with a vampire, due to his longevity and vitality,his sexual appetite rarely wanes. However, I think the biggest difference is that not all sexual encounters of humans are satisfying.”

“Are you saying that every sexual encounter you have is satisfying? There hasn’t been one that has displeased or disappointed?” she asked as if she hadn’t quite understood him.

“Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying.”

“And your partner?”

“I would never leave a woman I have sex with feeling anything but fully satiated.” His brow knitted and he stared at her.

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