“My poor, poor vampire”—she tongued one of his nipples, making him shudder—“all you ever wanted was me in a red teddy, giving you head.” Somehow he tensed even more. Voice gone hoarse, he asked, “Am I to have what I want at last?” “No.” She removed her gown all the way, tossing it aside. “Only the head.” “I suppose I’ll have to make do.”
