Page 14 of Her Vampire

“Jeez,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I guess that should freak me out, right?”

“I don’t know,” he growls. “Does it?”

“I don’t know,” I giggle softly. “Probably … not as much as it should?”

“Why do you ask that like a question?”

“Because being sure about anything right now is pretty freaking difficult.”

He nods and we walk in silence. But I can feel the heat radiating from him as we walk, and then getting cooler and cooler until he seems just like any other person.

“What the heck is that?” I ask as we walk up the graffiti-strewn stairs to my apartment.

“The only way to control what I feel for you is to bring an icy coldness over myself,” he explains. “It’s a technique I learned a long time ago to tame the blood-lust.”

“And I make you feel like that? Filled with lust?”

A shiver moves through me.

I can hardly believe we’re having this conversation.

“Yes,” he growls. “You did the second I saw you. No, even before that. The moment I scented you in the air, you filled me with this fierce desire.”

I open the door to my apartment, my hands shaking, everything tense and taut and tightly wound.

“So here we are,” I say, nodding to the small space. I keep it clean, but it’s really just a kitchen-living room with a bedroom and bathroom off to the side. “Home sweet freaking home.”

“Does Chipper have his own private area?” Torsten asks, walking into the living room and turning to me, his suit dry from the heat of his body.

“Y-yes,” I say, his look searing into me, spiraling through me.

I can’t believe this is happening.

“Send him there, if he’d be so gracious.”

I giggle even as primal need surges through me.

“Oh, Chipper is probably the most gracious dog you’ll ever meet. Bed, boy. Go to bed.”

I place him down and the little wiener dog is only all too glad to pad to the corner of the living room and wriggle under the mound of blankets he calls home.

And then, in a flash of movement, Torsten’s arms are wrapped around me and I’m floating into my bedroom.

The door closes quietly behind us and he places me down, spinning me so that I’m facing him.

His heat erupts and burns into my skin, so hot it’s like being inside a sauna.

He pushes me up against the wall and leans down, his fangs glinting in the light from the open window, his blue eyes searing into me.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he says fiercely. “I need to taste you.”

“Oh, jeez,” I whisper as he pushes his lips against mine.

I gasp and wrap my arms around him, clutching onto his solid back and closing my eyes. His lips are as fire-hot as the rest of him, tingly warmth dances over my lips and into my mouth, deep inside of me, down to my womb and my sex and every single sultry inch of my body.

Our tongues clash together and mine briefly moves over his canines, sharper than I ever would’ve believed, huge carnal teeth that proclaim his dominance over the assholes who lurk in the dark.

I moan and push even closer to him, wanting to throw myself wildly into this moment, wanting to not have to worry about where this is going to go.

About not being able to satisfy him.

Over a thousand years old.

All other craziness aside, that’s a freaking ridiculous amount of experience.

How the heck am I supposed to be able to live up to that?

He might not feel the same about me when he knows the truth.

“W-wait,” I gasp, placing my hand on his chest.

“What is it?” he asks, holding himself close to me, a barely-contained inferno.

“I need to tell you something,” I blurt.Chapter SevenTorstenI step back because if I don’t this exploding star in my chest will tear through me, and make not devouring every inch of her impossible.

She turns and paces to the window, probably a silhouette to a mortal eye, but brightly lit with the street lamps outside to me.

I find myself longing for human eyes, to be her human man, to be able to pump my seed into her and share the mundane moments that make up a regular, spectacular life.

A thousand years is long enough to be a god.

Now I just want to be with her, to claim her, and to live a life to make our offspring proud.

I won’t let anything stand in the way of that.

“Tammy?” I mutter.

“I’m a virgin, Torsten,” she whispers.

My manhood gives a throb and my fangs light up like the Fourth of fucking July. A red pulse moves through me, shimmering across the ceiling until I take a slow breathless breath and force a mutated version of calm to wash over me.

“Good,” I growl.

She turns to me, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, come on …”

“I mean it,” I say passionately.

She offers me a pout that goes straight to my soul if I’ve still got one after so many lifeless years.

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