The Vampire in the Bookstore

by Elle M. Drew

“It appears, Rosamund, that while both of us love the words written within these books, neither of us is very good at using any of them.”

He needed to know if the ink and parchment had seeped into her blood, her love of books something he could taste.

“And do you think the blush across your skin does not affect me? Does not make me wonder if the color goes below the collar of your buttoned up shirt, or if—”

He wanted her as his companion. Wanted her by his side for all the days ahead. Wanted her as she was, right in this moment, preserved for all time.

He would have all of her, freely, with knowledge, or he would have none of her.

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.”

“A book can take you somewhere,” Rosamund said suddenly, her head tilted to the side. “A bookshelf can take you anywhere. A library can take you everywhere.”

“My attraction to you is limitless. I crave you intellectually, yes, but also carnally. I would know your body, every soft dip, every sound you make, every desire you hold.”

I mean I will have you sit upon a throne and allow me to devour every drop of your sex. You’ve been calling to me all evening, driving me insane. I will taste you.”

“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.”

“You forget, my dear, that I am dead. I don’t breathe. You can sit on my face for hours, without pause, coming on my tongue until you cannot move. And even then, I’ll still devour you.”

“Do not silence yourself, nor hold back,” he urged, nuzzling at the top of her thigh. “I want to hear all of your screams.”