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Suddenly, he broke off the kiss, stepping back and
turning away from their embrace.

“What’s wrong Stefan? Did I think something
perverse even for you?”

He turned to face her. His eyes glazed a deep,
fiery red. Frightened by the expression on his face, her heart slammed hard in
her chest and she took a step back. Instinct told her, find her clutch with the
stake and holy water, but panicked remembering they were in the study.
Dammit!

“Alexandra, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

“Yeah, right.
I knew you
only wanted me for my blood.”

“No, not true and that’s really unfair. You are
becoming so much more to me and before this goes any farther, we need to get a
few things settled between us.” His voice carried a sensual, velvety quality.
Alex lowered her guard, slightly. Her hunter defenses remained on alert.

“Go on.” Warily she crossed arms over her chest
and shifted weight to one hip.

“I think you’ve seen my intentions toward you, my
eyes turn red when I’m aroused, and I desire you. Not your blood, but your
body. You have rules with your job, and I have one rule as well and I never
break it. Both of us have to agree to want the same thing or it doesn’t happen.
I will not coerce you, no mind control or physical force, nothing which will
make you uncomfortable. If you say no, I will honor your wishes. It’s your
choice and you control what you want and don’t want,
prinţesa mea
.”

Alex stood dumb-founded by Stefan’s comments. A
minute before she had been mesmerized and ready to give herself over completely
to this sexy vamp and let him do anything he wanted to her body, and now he
gave her a choice?
What the hell?

“Stefan? You’re telling me you’re a vamp with
honor? You’re kidding, right?”

“Hmm, I guess I am an honorable vampire when
you’re involved Alexandra. And no, I am not kidding. The choice is yours.”

“No mind control, my own free will? No taking
blood by either of us if I don’t want to, right?”

“No blood, I promise.”

“Like I can really trust a vamp?”

Stefan stepped closer placing his hands on her
shoulders, only at arm’s length. His eyes returned to the dark smoldering
brown, which made her quiver between her legs and his gaze burned into her.
“You can trust me.”

Lowering her eyelashes, she took in the scent of
him. Lord, she wanted him to touch her, rip her clothes off, and take her right
there on the leather sofa.
Oops!

“I guess I have your answer.” Without another
word, he guided her to the sofa, softly brushing her lips with his. He sat
down, reaching around her waist to pull her down to drape her legs over the
outsides of his thighs and face him.

He cupped his hands on her cheeks and gazed into
her eyes. “Are you sure Alexandra? There’s no going back once I claim you as
mine.”

Claim me?
A tiny shiver coursed through her body. “I’m sure.”

He gave a faint, upturned smile and his mouth came
down hard on hers, engulfing her words and claiming her.

Her blood warmed and eager hands moved to find the
buttons of his silk shirt, hungering for his flesh to her flesh. He mimicked
her move and fumbled to find the buttons on her blouse. In desperation, each
ripped through the material discarding the shredded fabric in haphazard piles
to the sides of them.

Brushing her lips down the rough slope of his
neck, she trailed her fingers down his chest. “God, you feel so good.”

His fingertips brushed the pulse along her throat,
which leapt and pounded madly. Feeling him tense as he scraped his mouth across
the skin of her throat, he seemed to be fighting the urge to bite her. Could he
keep his promise to her?

He leaned closer. His breath cool, eyes red hot,
and voice like soft, smooth jazz thrumming in the background of her mind. Burying
his head along her neck, he trailed hot kisses over her collarbone and down
along the crest of her breasts, cupping them with his palms. He teased and
massaged the warm, sweetly curved mounds, bringing moans of pleasure from deep
inside her. He ran his fingers along the lacy fabric and reached around the
back and unclasped the bra, releasing the tantalizing offer of her aroused
peaks.

With his tongue, he wetted one lush rosy nipple
while gently kneading and stroking the other. She ached for more.

Threading her fingers through his wavy hair, she
inched her way down his back, hot and wet, the musky scent wafted through the
air. Gooseflesh covered her porcelain skin from head to toe as she traced her
fingers over his skin, the sensation electrified her.

Moving slim fingers around to his broad chest and
the tightness of his abdomen, she felt the power, the energy along with his
arousal, strong and hard, and her own wetness and heat.

He pulled away, letting his eyes slowly roam over
her body. He glided his hands lightly over her arms, up and down. He reached up
and freed her hair from the elastic band. The long tresses tumbled over her
shoulders and hid her breasts.

“Alexandra, you’re a sexy and beautiful woman. I
want to explore every inch of you.” His hands reached behind her neck and he
pulled her down, his lips reclaiming hers in a hungry kiss.

Her lips parted, accepting the silky touch of his
tongue. He thrust and plundered, stroking her mouth to ecstasy. Her soft, curvy
flesh pressed tightly against his incredibly hot body. She thought she’d burst
into spontaneous combustion if they kept up this pace.

His hands slid down to her hips and clasped them
to bring her in closer to his hard erection. Leaning forward, she nuzzled her
cheek along his, rubbing the stubble on his face—prickly, yet provocative.
Above the whiskers, the skin, soft as a baby’s skin. She loved the tactile
contrast of his face.

Nuzzling her throat, he lifted his lips from her
inviting blood engorged vein to meet her gaze. Unable to speak, he conveyed
feelings through touch and the burning of his eyes leaving no doubt about his
passion. The red glow flared up like air blowing on hot embers, sending a
shiver through her.

“What’s the matter? Why are you stopping?” she
asked, brushing a tendril of his wavy locks behind his ear.

“You.
I want to taste
you, but dare not without your permission. I promised you.”

“You really are a vamp with honor. I’m not ready
for you to take my blood, only my body. Please don’t stop, unless…you can’t
control your desire.”

“Oh, I can control my desire for your blood, but
not your body.” His fingertips slowly meandered down the curve of her neck to
the rise of her breasts, over her navel ring, and back to her cheek.
“Alexandra, you do take my breath away, and I will give you much pleasure.”

“Stefan, do you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Like a spring morning in my homeland.”

While the question of whether to trust him or not
remained in doubt, the throbbing ache in her pussy overrode the discussion of
the matter in her brain, compelling her to give into his touch. He didn’t need
to use mind control on her, only touch her with his words, and they were sweet
words.
He thinks I’m beautiful.

Stefan cupped her cheek with his hand. “Come here,
prinţesa mea.
” He was solemn, gently pushing her hair back past her
shoulders. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, imprinting her essence into
memory. She gasped as full, soft lips again licked the pebbled pink tip of one
nipple, his tongue lashing it into hardness where he left off.

Her body cried out for release. She moved her
hands to reciprocate his touch. When she reached for his rock hard cock her
moist loins rose from his lap, and he pulled her hand away. “No, no sweetheart.
I’m pleasuring you.”

Sliding firm hands around her waist, he lifted her
off his lap and laid her down on the sofa. Unfastening her pants, he pulled
them down past her hips and off, tossing them to the floor.

As he rose above her, she shivered from the smooth
power of his muscular frame pressing firmly upon her smaller body. Arousal
zinged throughout her body from the contact and of the slick, wetness of her
excitement.

“Stefan, please.”

He ignored her plea, one hand slipping down
between her thighs, and in between her panties, lacing his fingers through the
downy curls. A moan escaped her lips when he thrust a finger inside her wet
passage. He moved his thumb in a circular motion to massage her clit. Her
breathing quickened. He suckled her breast gently.

Pressing him hard to her breast with one hand, she
ran the fingers of the other through his hair. She was on the edge of coming,
but he somehow knew to keep her there without going over.

Quietly whimpering, she rocked her hips in rhythm
with his hand. The heat intensified and skin tingled over her entire body.

He released her breast and blew a soft, warm
breath across the nipple sending shudders down her spine. He took her through a
slow burn and it wasn’t enough for her. Wanting it hard, she dug her
fingernails into his back to express her desire.

“Stefan, I need you inside me.”

Again, he ignored her plea. He hooked his fingers
around the crotch of her panties and pulled them over her hips and down her
legs. Being completely naked and exposed brought on feelings of
self-consciousness about her weight. Stefan didn’t seem to notice, making her
feel comfortable about being naked in front of a man for the first time in
years.

Pressing a kiss on her belly, he ran his tongue in
circles around her navel, twirling the piercing. Her mouth gaped open. He
trailed butterfly kisses down from her navel. He lifted her knees, kissing the
inside of her thighs. Working slowly and meticulously toward her pale pink
pussy, he spread her soft folds open. Her inner lips were blood red, hot, and
dripping wet. With one long stroke, he licked her from ass to clit nearly
levitating her off the sofa. He sucked and tugged at her clit teasing her
toward release.

God I want him to fuck me!

“Not yet, sweetheart.”
He
gently thrust a finger inside her, pumping in and out a few times. Adding another
finger, keeping rhythm, and a third. Letting her legs open wider, she rested
one over the back of the sofa. He stroked the inner walls of her vagina while
he continued to fondle the now hypersensitive nub. Tension grew inside her,
ready to explode. His fingers were moving incredibly fast, bringing on a
sensation like falling off a cliff.

Oh fuck me, Stefan!

With the orgasm shooting through her body, she
arched her back and desperately clenched the side of the sofa. “Oh my god,
Stefan, you are incredible.” She struggled to catch her breath, holding her
hand to her chest.

He unfastened his trousers. “Alexandra, I will
give you what you want and more. Are you ready?”

“Yes.
Oh god, yes.”

He shifted his position and poised over top of
her. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Anticipating his next move, she did as he
commanded.

He pressed his thick, long, rock-hard cock against
the entrance to her pussy and thrust in deep, deep, and deeper yet again. He
slowly withdrew to the tip and thrust hard again, and repeated again, and
again. Sheer ecstasy built up irrepressibly inside her. He took her on another
slow burn.
Damn him! How does he do it?

Without warning, another orgasm washed over her.
Shaking and shuddering, her thighs squeezed tightly around his waist. He
continued pumping hard until he reached his own release letting out a loud
growl as he came, and then collapsed upon her.

Raising up, “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Never better, stud.
You’re magnificent beyond words.”

He snickered.

“What’s so funny?”

“I ended up on top after all.”

She cut him a sharp stare.
“Only
because I let you, smartass.”

“Hmm.
So you think. And
watch your language woman. You promised.” He rose from the sofa and extended
his hand. “Come with me.”

“Where?

“To bed.
It’s late. The
sun will rise shortly. I’m not finished with you yet. I want to make love to
you again and again.”

“You’re up to it so soon?”

“You inspire me and I’m a vampire. And you can be
on top this time.” He gave her a devilish grin.

“Ooh, how can a girl resist such an invitation?”
Taking his hand, they walked to the bedroom.

Chapter
6

The sun rose past high noon and advanced its
descent into the west when Alexandra awoke from her restful sleep, in strange
bed—a cozy bed with smooth, crisp sheets.

Oh! Alex what have you done?

Sitting erect, she grasped the soft cotton sheets
to her chest then pulled them back to peek underneath. “Damn, stark naked. I
didn’t dream it,” whispering softly. Alex fell flat back onto the stack of
pillows, throwing her hands over her head, the sheets falling, revealing her
breasts.

“I guess I asked for it. Oh god, Stefan. What have
you done to me? I’m violating so many rules right now. I have to focus and get
a job done. Too much wine and drunk on sex doesn’t help the situation.”

Throwing the covers off with one swift move, she
sat briefly on the side of the bed, dangling her legs just shy of touching the
floor. Which door in front of her entered into the bathroom? She vaguely
remembered going there and then crawling back into bed before the sun came up. Picking
the one to the right was a good guess. Standing in front of the vanity mirror,
she scrutinized her nakedness for vampire prick marks. Stefan promised he
wouldn’t bite her, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
What rule was
it? Hell, I can’t think straight anymore. What’s wrong with me?

Satisfied there were no marks on her body, she let
out a sigh of relief. Stefan was a man of his word after all, go figure.
Opening the glass door, she reached into the tile-surround stall and turned on
the faucet.
A hot steamy shower should do
the trick.
Towels and toiletries—Orange and Bergamot shampoo and
conditioner, Orange Blossom Bath Gel—were neatly stacked on a glass étagère
next to the entrance.
The man likes
citrus scents?
Hmm.

The hot water softly flowed down her body from the
rain-style showerhead and was ecstasy on her aching body. The lovemaking had
been glorious. Sore muscles existed where they never had before. Closing her
eyes, she took in the sensation of the water dancing over her skin.

Alex reached for the shampoo and lathered the
fragrant mixture into her long tresses. The aroma reminded her of the orange
groves back home, sweet orange blossoms. Missing Florida and her family,
knowing when the hunt for the rogue was completed, she’d return. She rinsed the
shampoo from her hair. Using the loofah to scrub her body, she relished the
sensual feeling on her skin. Taking a shower in a stall so luxurious was a
pleasure she didn’t indulge in. The space could accommodate eight people, maybe
more.
Who needs a shower this big?
Her experience consisted of interstate motels at worst and one time spent a
vacation at a nice Nassau, Bahamas hotel at best. That one was like heaven.
Vacation at home.
Living this way—big house, on the
beach, huge shower, and yummy soap, could be addictive.

Stowing the loofah, she continued washing using
her hands, running them over her sensitive skin. Her thoughts drifted to
Stefan. Sensing his presence asleep somewhere in the house, but where she
wasn’t sure. Were the feelings of his strong presence the result of their
lovemaking or from his probing of her mind while he slept?
Vamp mind control?
Closing her eyes, she let her hands roam across
the recently awakened rapacious skin, imagining the hands were his, gently
caressing, and gliding across taut back, down over belly, and everywhere else.

The power of her imagination rapidly stripped any
inhibitions or doubts about what her body wanted. Arousal swept through her,
whether from her hands or Stefan’s imaginary ones.

“I'm going
to make you come,
prinţesa mea
,”
he whispered in her ear, or did her mind play tricks?

His hands
made their way onto her back, and he gently massaged from the shoulders to the
curve of her buttocks.
With soap, the orange blossom she noted. Closing her
eyes, she enjoyed his touch and moaned, leaning back against the tiled wall.
Her eyes popped open when she backed into something solid.
Stefan!
Turning quickly, she reached out for him, but he wasn’t
there. Laughing to herself, she touched the wall.
That wasn’t Stefan. It was the damn wall.

“Alex, this is your fantasy. He’s not here!”
Closing her eyes, she imagined Stefan standing behind, rubbing her back.

“I’m here
with you, relax, and enjoy it,” he murmured into her ear,
“I told you, I’m going to make you come.”

“Okay, sure, whatever you say, I’ll play along.
This is my fantasy.” She echoed, laughing. What an understatement if ever there
was one.

With
exquisite care, he rinsed her back, his hands stroking her head, neck, and
back, guiding the water to remove the last of the soap from her back.
Alex
surrendered to the tug of the burn building inside her lower belly. Sitting on
the built-in tiled seat, she felt Stefan’s imaginary presence again, and found
it difficult to imagine he wasn’t actually present. Bracing against the tiled
wall, she spread her legs exposing a slick wet cunt to eager exploring hands.
Stefan’s hands caressed her bare skin from
behind, the water streaming down too sensual for her to withstand without
reacting. In spite of herself, the back of her head came to rest on his chest,
gentle and relaxed, the water from the shower head continuing to cascade over
her.
Again, she swore he sat close behind taking her to a place of ecstasy.
The virtual caress and massage of her sensitive skin, built the arousal within
her to heights of pleasure unmatched by her real experiences with other men.
Damn, don’t stop.

Lathered in
creamy soap, Stefan’s large hands eagerly splayed over her soft, voluptuous
breasts, massaging them. He teased her nipples, tugging and squeezing them,
driving her out of her mind with the rousing touch of his hands. The foam ran
down over her body from his deliberate, provocative vexing of her body, making
its way over her stomach and hips.
A soft moan escaped from tense lips. The
fingers of one hand found their way to an ardent clitoris, rubbing the nub in
tight circles. The ache within her core rose to an almost unbearable level of
excitation, while the other hand continued to fondle her aching breasts.

His fingers
glided between her inner thighs, stroking the erogenous flesh with soap-filled
hands. The butterfly touches from the tips of his fingers enraptured the most
sensitive folds. As he bent over and leisurely continued down the insides of
her legs.

Stefan
massaged her thighs and calves, working toward her warm, dark haven. Lowering
his luscious mouth to her soft flesh, a firm, warm tongue flicked her inner
lips. Sucking in her clit, he nibbled and tugged bringing her closer to her
peak. Melting, she became one with the water as the skillful ministrations
brought her to the edge of screaming. His hands and tongue worked magic,
gliding over every inch of her body.
“When did he move from behind me? Does
it matter? It’s my fantasy.”

One of his
hands glided down to slip into her warm, sopping wet cunt. One finger entered
her, and another. His fingers slowly pumped in and out. He made her experience
the intense pleasure of feeling wet inside and out. “Come for me, sweetheart,”
he whispered.

“Yes, Stefan. I’m coming.”

Moving one hand to her pussy, she continued to
stimulate her clit with the other. First one finger, then another entered the
wet cleft of her passion. The rhythmic manual motions slipped in and out. The
surging sensation reverberated over every inch of her skin, as the juices
seeped between legs tensed with expectation of imminent climax. The amorous
nectars mingled with the orange blossom scented soap, the water, the imagined
feel of Stefan. Everything blended together in a hot, aqueous mist. The
euphoria swept her along eventually into a mind-blowing release.

Crying out in throaty ecstasy, as heated breath
past clenched teeth making sounds part rapturous and part feral. When it was
over, Alex leaned forward on the shower seat, catching her breath.

“My god, what the hell was that?” Standing slowly
and turning the faucet off, she braced herself against the shower wall, feeling
weak in her knees.

His left arm
snaked around her neck, and his wrist pressed firmly to her lips. Hot and wet.
Not water, it was shut off.

“Drink,
prinţesa
mea
,” he whispered, with a strong command
of his voice.

Alex started. “What the fuck?” Stepping out of the
shower; she fell to the floor, landing on the plush chenille throw rug.

“Either I’m really horny or the shower is
possessed. Stefan if you’re doing this,
stop
it! Get
out of my head. You promised. I’m not drinking blood!”

She swore he was laughing,
the rascal
.

Sitting on the floor for a few moments, to regain
her composure, she savored the bewitching bliss. After a few minutes, she rose
and wrapped one of the bath towels around her chest and set off in search of
her clothes, which were nowhere to be found.

Traipsing off down the hallway she decided to
begin her search in the living room. The house seemed eerily quiet. The only
sound came from the motor hum of the refrigerator echoing from the kitchen.

The slacks, bra, and panties lay where they fell
during foreplay, by the couch. Unfortunately, the top
fell
victim to Stefan’s exuberance. “Great, now what do I wear? Hmm, maybe Stefan
has a T-shirt I can borrow.” Picking his clothes up along with her own, she
brought them back to the bedroom.

“So where would a man like Stefan keep his
clothes?” She mused.
“Hmm, the closet.
Must be behind door number two.”
After pushing the door
open, she felt along the inside wall for a light switch. Flicking it on, her
mouth gaped open. The expansive walk-in space lay before her, three times the
size of the one she had back home.

“Christ, I’ve never seen so much black in one
place in my life.” The hanging rods held meticulously placed black slacks and
jeans on one row and black cotton and silk shirts on another row. A bottom row
revealed a few jackets, black in various shades and textures, some in leather,
some with chains and studs. A stack of drawers lined the far end of the closet
wall. Sweaters, black of course, were neatly folded and tucked onto cubby
shelves.

“Hmm.
If I put a tape
measure to each hanger, I bet they would be equidistant apart. Does the term
compulsive obsessive come to mind? Jeez, the man needs some serious counseling
and a stylist.” Running her hands along the precisely hung silk shirts, she
couldn’t resist rearranging the distance between some of the hangers. Surveying
her handiwork, summoned an involuntary snicker. Maybe she would wear one of the
shirts instead of a T-shirt. The feel of her skin against the silk sure would
be nicer, sexier.

Selecting one of the silkier feeling shirts, it
hung on her small frame like a tunic. She rolled up the sleeves and left the
top two buttons unfastened. The silky fabric skimmed sensuously across her
naked skin. The lingering scent of his cologne enveloped and transported her
back to last night. Crossing her arms, and closing eyes, she sucked in the
maleness she could only describe as Stefan. Instant wetness materialized
between her legs again.

“Shit, Alex, this guy’s a vamp. God have mercy on
me, but he’s hot and so wrong for me at the same time.
Aagh!”

After making up the bed to distract her, she then folded
her slacks, laid them on the bed, and hung Stefan’s slacks in the closet. After
washing her lingerie in the basin, she went to the kitchen.

Starving, she rummaged through the cabinets for
something to eat.
Nothing.
Not even crackers, a
consequence of not entertaining humans as he told her. Was she really the first
to visit?

Opening the refrigerator, she nearly fainted. The
only contents were several plastic pouches of blood, whole red, sitting openly
displayed. Slamming the door shut, she understood reality had slapped her up
side the face again.

Seeing the bags ruined her appetite.
No wonder
I’d never make a good doctor. I can’t stand the sight of blood. Not like this
anyway.

A note and money lay on the center island counter.
From Stefan?

Alexandra,

I know you’ll be hungry when you wake. Here is
money to order delivery. I prefer you not leave the house. Make yourself at
home and I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.

Stefan

P.S. 520 Oceanside Avenue

“Wow, he thought about me.” Pressing the note to
her chest, a soft warm feeling flowed through her.
“How
sweet.
Maybe I misjudged him. He is an honorable man.” She sighed,
contently.

Glancing around for a phone, she remembered there
was one in the study. Walking through the corridor to the room, she admired the
photographs hung on the wall.
Every photo
is a sunrise.
Interesting.
Curiously familiar.
Like the ones in the living room and the bedroom.

No phone in the study either. A beeping noise
broke the silence. She tracked it to her clutch. It was her cell phone.
Retrieving the phone, she read the
face
¾
twenty-two
messages. “Good god, who’s
trying to reach
me
?”

Each message came from either her father or
brother frantically wanting to know her whereabouts. Sitting in Stefan’s chair,
she meticulously scrolled through them one after another. That’s the consequence
of not checking in with them. They were on panic mode by the time they left the
last message at 2:34 this morning, stating Jordan left Florida heading to
Virginia.