Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
I vant to suck your blood.
She laughed at the more common line in satirical Dracula movies. Her laughter died fast, and she cast a nervous glance around the room. She was alone, the crackling fire the only sound. She worried for a moment that Michael was there and had placed the thought in her head. Vampires controlled like that, didn’t they?
She shook her head. She had to get busy reading. The books she didn’t finish here and now, she’d take to her room to read before going to sleep.
Sleep?
How the bejesus was she going to sleep when a vampire’s bedroom was only a few steps from her door? And why did Michael need a bedroom when vampires didn’t sleep? Then what would he be doing all night?
She shook her head. Way too many questions. She needed to start reading and see if there was anything in the books that might help her situation.
Once she deposited all her books on the large square ottoman table between the oversized chairs and sofa in front of the fireplace, she returned to the ladder. She decided to see if there was a section on curses, hoping it would provide some insight into Michael’s theory of vampirism starting as a curse.
It took a while, but she finally located the section under spells. It was up high, in a corner, the ladder stopping just out of its reach, almost as if tucked away on purpose.
Lara scanned the titles, squinting to read a few. One struck her interest...Forever Spells. She stretched, reaching out for the book, struggling to grasp hold, but failed. It was just beyond her grasp, so with one arm hanging over one rung of the ladder and one foot planted firmly on another rung, she stretched further out. Her finger almost hooked onto the top of the spine when suddenly her foot slipped off the rung. It happened so fast that she didn’t have time to lock her arm tightly on the ladder. She felt herself begin to topple and reached out, trying frantically to grasp anything she could, but connected with nothing solid.
Suddenly an arm coiled around her waist, and she found herself braced against Michael’s chest. Her arms instinctively went around his neck, and she shuddered at the possibilities if he hadn’t prevented her fall. Then she shuddered again as their bodies seemed to mold and fit together, conforming to each other’s contours as if familiar with each other. And then there was his intoxicating scent, one whiff sent her clitoris into overdrive. It tingled, hummed, throbbed, and screamed to be touched.
He pressed his cheek to hers and though cold to the touch, it felt good, since she was growing as hot as Hades.
“Are you all right?” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear and sending shivers through her already overstimulated body.
“Yes, thank you,” she said, raising her head to look at him, though she should have given it thought, since one look in those dark eyes of his and she wanted to surrender. She froze. A tint of red glowed in his eyes. She quickly turned her head away and realized that they hovered in mid-air beside the ladder. If she had had an ounce of doubt that he was a vampire, it vanished in that instant.
“What book did you want?” he asked.
He sounded so calm, so in control, as if being suspended in mid-air was a common occurrence to him, but then it was. Somehow, she managed to raise her hand and point.
“Forever Spells?” he asked.
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.