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And as a vampire who hoarded books like the dragons of myth hoarded their wealth...
Was she turned on by this? Wait, of course, she was. She was a bookworm. A book hoarder. A book dragon. A library troll. She was a bibliophile.
The woman in her was pressing her thighs together, trying to remind herself that showing off his library was not a form of foreplay... ... Okay, no, there was no point in lying to herself. This was definitely foreplay.
“A bookshelf can take you anywhere. A library can take you everywhere.”
The little minx. First she leaves him confuddled, and then she tells him to sit and think while she explores his space?
She was his dream come true, whether he realized it or not.
It would be so easy to love you.”
“I want to be chased.” Her words were still in a rush, and she looked excited. “Do you want to chase me? I want to be chased.” “I can chase you,” he agreed, his chuckle growing darker and lower. The idea of chasing her, chasing after her, it called to him. Called to his vampiric nature. “Do you want me to bite you when I catch you? Or more... you should know, I will bite you when I catch you.” “I want you to undress me when you catch me,” she begged, then grinned at him. “I want you to undress me, and then chase me, and bite me. Over and over again, until we’re both naked.”
“Oh, yes. My jaw will be quite the throne for you. I long to feel your thighs on either side of my head, gripping me. You will always be welcome to sit on it.”
Perfect, wonderful, amazing... his little stalkerish archivist who had researched him and tracked him down. Magnificent. Ethereal. Goddess. His.
