Page 127 of Vampires of Eden
His eyes burn out as he blinks, waking up from his stupor. “Yeah… it’s… in my robe pocket. Danny why are you crying? Did I—did I hurt you?”
An awkward pause. Shit, I probably look like a train wreck. Quickly, I wipe my eyes and inhale a breath to calm myself and the chaos happening everywhere inside my body. “No, I’m fine. Do you need to answer it?”
“It’s probably Raphael, so yes…”
Another awkward pause.
Sighing, he withdraws from my body. As he shifts toward theottoman he adjusts his ruined pajamas to cover himself. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt?—”
“You didn’t. I’m okay.”
He looks me over with some serious expression—concern or worry, disbelief—then fishes for the phone in his robe pocket. He briefly glances at the screen before bringing it to his ear and running his free hand through the top of his mussed hair.
“Hey,” he says with a rough, quiet voice that I find utterly sexy. He clears his throat, likely having realized the unfamiliar strain behind it.
I push myself upright, then draw and fold my legs into lotus position so that my shirt covers my cock. Exhaling, trembling, I rub my palms against my face. I feel like we’ve gone from zero to a hundred and fifty.
“I didn’t forget, calm down! I’ll be there. I’m leaving now.” Alexander flashes a nervous look with his teeth clenched in my direction. Whatever it is, he definitely forgot.
A dull throbbing sensation pulsates in the place where he bit me. I lift and touch my fingers to the spot at the base of my neck. When I pull them back, there’s blood. I’m still bleeding out.
“Alright—yeah, I will… Later.” He hangs up, sighs and drops his shoulders. “I have a banquet tonight. Raphael scheduled?—”
Alexander’s eyes widen as his gaze lands on my neck and the still dripping blood there. He hops off the bed and is on his feet like the mattress is on fire. “Fuck—Ididhurt you!”
“You didn’t.”
“Why are you still bleeding?” He whips around, frantically looking at the closed doors to my bathroom, then my closet. “Are there towels? Should I?—”
“Alexander.”
“Yes?”
“Come here.”
He falters, blinking as if he doesn’t understand. “Let me grab a?—”
“Please.” I say calmly but imploring. I touch the edge of the bed with my palm, gesturing for him to sit.
He does. The moment he’s settled with his feet planted on the floor, I crawl and shift my leg over his thighs so that I’m resting in his lap, facing him.
With one hand, I lace my fingers through the back of his hair. I close them into a fist, pull his head back so that his chin is lifted to me, and then I kiss him. He’s stiff, hesitant at first. But as I urge his mouth open and lick into him, he relaxes. His hands slip beneath my shirt, embracing me around my naked waist.
The beautiful, loving thoughts he imbedded within me while he fed float in my mind and heart like a nighttime field of fireflies. Enchanting and romantic. Wondrous. I can’t express with words how he’s made me feel. The hope, love and tenderness he’s given to me.
So, I kiss him. Intentionally and slowly. I’m awkward with words, but I am good with actions. Words aren’t my strength, so I’ll show him.
The hypnotic, sensual pinkish purple magnetism of our mutual desire kicks up again as the kiss deepens. My hips involuntarily rock into his hardness beneath me and his hands roam up my back as if he’s memorizing the lines of my spine and shoulder blades.
I know he needs to leave, so I raise my head. When I do, I’m met with his alighted irises.
“My body is slow to regenerate,” I remind him in the quiet. “If you give it a few minutes, it’ll heal itself. It’s not instant like with most vampires… You can put your mouth back on me until it closes?”
He lifts a hand from my body and pulls at the collar of my t-shirt, examining the trail of blood. “It feels like we’re crossing into dangerous territory.”
I raise my chin so that he can see my neck clearly. “How so?”
“I shouldn’t have bitten you like this. It’s not… We haven’t even…”
