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In the permanent way, my poor heart whimpered. But I was starting to realize I wanted him for as long as I could have him. And no amount of dating other people was going to make me want someone else.
Christopher came to my side, cupped my cheek, leaned over, and pressed a slow kiss to my lips. It was nice. Really nice. But it wasn’t Devraj. He pulled back, still holding my cheek. “Maybe that’ll get him moving.”
someone please give christopher his HEA im finna start crying over this sweet lil vampire (i also volunteer as tribute)
“While you’re here, you mean?”
“Look, I want to be totally honest. After our first night, I didn’t want to do it again or let it go any farther with you, because I was afraid.” “Of me?” His hand spread over mine, pressing hard. His heart drummed erratically beneath my palm. “No, not of you. More of myself really.” I gave a little laugh. “Of letting my feelings grow too strong before you had to leave.”
“So what I think you’re saying is, let’s not waste any more time.” He hovered closer, his hard chest pressing into mine. “Is that the wonderful news you’re telling me right now?”
“Tell me you want me.” There was earnest desperation in his plea. “For how long?”
Could I become his temporary lover and be fine with it when he left? Knowing this was the biggest mistake ever, but completely unable to resist him, I murmured “yes” against his shoulder where I’d let my head fall.
Then I was tossed over his shoulder caveman style, and we disappeared from Magazine Street, reappearing on his doorstep seconds later. Only I knew vampires couldn’t disappear. He’d just traced with me so fast I barely blinked before we’d moved several blocks. The sudden dizziness when he righted me had me falling back against the wall next to his back door. “Sorry,” he said, fitting his key into the lock. “In a hurry?” I asked on a laugh. “You have no idea.” He wasn’t laughing.
“You were prepared,” she commented with a hint of sarcasm. “Someone was sure he’d get lucky.” “Hoping, Isadora.”
My lips pressed to hers, still holding her gaze, I whispered, “Always hoping.”
I whispered in her ear with a nip on her lobe, “Not ready to let you go yet.” She laughed, the sound making my heart clench tight in my chest. “Then don’t.”
Once more, we were on the white rug, which I’d had cleaned since last time, curled up with a blanket and a plate of grapes, cheese, and olives that I’d put together quickly for us.
I would’ve paused to cook something more, but last time when she was left alone with her thoughts too long she’d made a quick escape. I didn’t want her to leave. Ever.
couldn’t ignore the nauseous sinking sensation I’d gotten when I saw her on a date with that guy tonight. He wasn’t a buffoon or fool like the other one. He was actually potential dating material, and the very thought had made me want to scream, punch something, and weep all at the same time. If that wasn’t an eye-opener, then my uncontrollab...
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I wanted one more time before she left me. Who was I kidding? I was conjuring ways I could convince her to move in with me while I was still in New Orleans. Or perhaps, I could stay here longer. Should stay longer. The idea of settling here permanently suddenly had great appeal. Ruben was my dearest friend. The Savoie family had all but welcomed me with open arms. And Isadora. Fuck. Isadora. The thought of her name, of her smile, of her tender heart and sweet soul had found permanent residence in my own thoughts on a daily basis. The idea of leaving this behind, of leaving her, widened that
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“But I don’t like the idea of people mistreating you. You can’t help that you’re a stronger vampire. That’s ignorant prejudice. It’s stupid.”
“Lots of people are stupid for less reasons than that, love.” “Well, I don’t like it.”
As I kissed her, savoring the feel of her plush lips moving against mine, the softness of her lithe body opening beneath me, I realized I would have never met her if I’d lived out my life as a human and never suffered those early days as a vampire. I couldn’t help but hear the ancient one’s words ringing over and over again in my head. One day, you will thank me.
He followed my gaze over his shoulder. “So you’ve got it pretty bad.” He honestly had no idea.
Bloody hell, I really was a stalker, wasn’t I? This was a terrible revelation. I was reduced to being the creepy guy. Unless I caught up to her like a normal friend to find out where she was going.
No. She wouldn’t do that. Not after last night, I was sure of it. Still, we hadn’t discussed whether or not we were exclusive. I needed exclusivity. Quite a bit more than that if I were honest.
When she turned, her beaming smile nearly made me trip. I was finding it more and more difficult to play it cool where she was concerned. Since when had a woman’s smile made me breathless and giddy?
“Not really,” she finally said. “Though he is awfully cute. The sweetest brown eyes I’ve ever seen.” Then she glanced at me and said in a low voice, “Well, maybe not the sweetest.” By heaven, I wanted to grab her hand and lace our fingers, feel the warmth of her delicate hand tucked in mine, brush an intimate kiss along the back of her knuckles. But that was what a boyfriend would do. Not fuck buddies. Even if I understood we were well beyond a simple sexual relationship. But did she?
The dog did a cute spin, wagging his stub of a tail, soaking in her affection. He was obviously completely in love with her. I didn’t blame him.
“My,” I said in wonder, “what a great big heart you have, Isadora Savoie.”
Her shy gaze slid to mine, our faces close. Intimately so. She blushed and looked away. The fact that she was possibly the most selfless woman I’d ever met amplified my obsession. She hid from the world, doing her good deeds without the need for notice or praise. I wanted her more with each passing minute.
It hadn’t escaped me that my thoughts were becoming exponentially proprietary where Isadora was concerned.
If that’s not clear enough, Isadora, know this. I want you, to be inside you, skin to skin. I want you all the time. You invade my thoughts every minute of the day. I crave you like I’ve never craved another woman. So yes, this is my plea, a vampire on his knees, begging you to let him come inside you with nothing between us. No boundaries. Think on it. Yours, Devraj
was rather shocked at how wild my sexual appetite had gotten.
Bitch same
Prickly awareness tingled along the bare nape of my neck since my hair was tied in a messy bun. I spun halfway around on my stool to find Devraj standing in my open doorway to the balcony, leaning against the jamb, hands in his pockets and the devil in his eyes.
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“You got my note?” he asked casually. Like he wasn’t ready to eat me alive.
“I don’t want the attention,” I defended. “I know you don’t,” he said softly. “You don’t want the world to see too much of you.” His voice was a whispering caress, searing along my skin. “But I see you.”
His gaze softened, holding me with reverence. With awe. “You’re so amazing.” “Me?” I huffed, trying not to let his beauty steal my breath. But it was so, so hard. My God, he was gorgeous. “Yes, you.” He licked his lips. “So quiet. So unassuming. Lingering behind the bold front of your sisters when you hold such power in that pretty body of yours. That pretty mind. That pretty heart.”
His chest heaved deep breaths, and he was so quiet as he swept his index finger over his inked name. Almost with reverence.
What the hell was I going to do with myself now? I was already hurting from the loss of him, and he was still here.
How could a man like Devraj fit into my world? We were just too vastly different. I’d never want to be with a man who lived in the spotlight. And there’s no way he’d never want to be with a woman whose highlight of the week was visiting an animal shelter. Would he?
Devraj had marked me well, and it would be hard to hide our relationship now. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
I knew without any doubt that when he left, it would crush me. Break me.
I closed my eyes, feeling a tear slide down my cheek, knowing no other man would ever compare to my beautiful vampire.
I rarely saw her in jeans, and I had a split-second thought that she was denying me the easy access of her little dresses and nightgowns, but that would be ridiculous, right? We had the most intense sexual experience of our lives together last night. I knew she’d felt it as much as I did. She’d come so hard she fucking fainted. And I’d fallen so hard, I knew she had to be mine. For as long as my heart was beating.
Bloody hell. She was working her way up into her own fit of anxiety.
“I suppose I’ll just have to stay here in New Orleans then.” Her eyes rounded. “Why would you do that?” “Can’t you guess?”
How could she possibly be confused by that? Didn’t she know I was crazy about her? I wasn’t ready for this to end anytime soon. I just needed her to take a chance on us.
“You drive million-dollar cars and collect ancient relics and marble statues and hang around with movie stars. Hell, you are a movie star. While I like to plant pansies and make herb bundles and visit dogs in shelters. I mean”—she scoffed in disbelief—“come on.”
“I’ll admit that. But you’ll get bored eventually. This is exciting because it’s new, but over time, you’ll see we don’t mesh beyond the bedroom.” She was literally tearing me apart. I could feel something crushing and crumbling inside of me. That’s when I realized she honestly didn’t know me as well as I knew her. Yes, I’d told her about my past, but I didn’t tell her about my present. That the reason I dragged these ancient relics around the world with me was because I longed for a home, longed for a place that always made me feel welcome and not so very alone. Like I’d been feeling since
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Get bored with her? She was out of her fucking mind. Didn’t mesh beyond the bedroom? Then she hadn’t been paying attention last night. Or every other moment we’d gotten lost in each other. But she wasn’t ready to hear my protests. She didn’t believe I could stay. That I would stay. That was the real obstacle here. Not the truth. But her perception of the truth. And sometimes, that’s all that mattered.
I was a patient man. I would prove her wrong. Actions speak louder than words, after all.
“Entirely yours. You’re just too irresistible for me. Beguiling me with your witchy ways.” She laughed. “Right. That’s me. The seductress.” “You have no idea.”
“Are you throwing stats at me to try to impress me?” Fucking right, I was. “Am I impressing you?” I held the door open for her.
She eyed me and then my car, as if it truly was a demon, sighed heavily, then flounced inside, putting her bag on the floor. I closed the door and whispered, “Gotcha.” Time to show her that even she could break out of the safe and somewhat stifling box she’d built for herself.
