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Books. He would never tire of the scent of books. They were a blend of many things, and had changed over the centuries, and yet, his love of them never once faded.
Whether the scent was of an old book, long preserved within a collection or one he was about to take to add to it,
vampire who hoarded books like the dragons of myth hoarded their wealth... it was a major inconvenience.
She was completely at ease, lost in the book currently in her grasp,
She was thoroughly wrapped up in whatever book she was holding, and he found that, for the first time in a very long time, he was more interested in the person holding the book than the book itself.
“A beautiful woman with a love for old books which rivals my own? Why wouldn’t I be looking at you?”
“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.”
“I’m Declan, and I have a love for older books and manuscripts. I enjoy finding old and worn treasures which haven’t been touched in years and restoring them to life. And, I happen to enjoy reading the pages within, although I will admit I have not read every book within my collection, because, as you mentioned, collecting books and reading books are two separate hobbies. And, while I will admit that I first entered this shop in search of treasures from a recent estate sale, I find the company in front of me much more interesting than anything on these shelves.”
“I’m Rosamund, and the pursuit of history and knowledge has always been a passion of mine. In turn, it became a love of preserving older artifacts and repairing them when necessary. My specialty is working with books, so I have quite the collection, although I think it would take an eternity to read all of them...
He needed to know if the ink and parchment had seeped into her blood, her love of books something he could taste.
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.”
death was simply a fact of life. Death was all around him. Death was a simple reality.
“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.”
you can tell a lot about a person by their bookshelf and their book collection, and what I can see here is a love of literature and knowledge and preservation and art,
“I’m beginning to think you only want me for my library,”
“I love your books and I love your shelves and I love your library. It would be so easy to love you.”
A vampire had her trapped against a bookshelf,
“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, ever...”
“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, cumming on my tongue over and over again until you cannot move. And even then, I’ll still devour you.”
Books. She could smell books. So many books. And blood. She could smell blood.
