“The question is, little one, did you really mean it? Would you truly like to be bitten by a vampire?”
I shook my head, but the pull was magnetic. I let out a whimper that sounded nothing like fear.
Hans ran his hand down my shoulder, and I shot a glance at his beautiful fingers at the same time as my arms dropped to my sides of their own accord.
“I don’t just bite,” he said, his eyes moving to my nipples, poking through the fabric of my slip. “I have many more needs than blood.”
“Like what?” I whispered back, my breasts tingling like crazy.
“How about you let me kiss you and find out?”
He tipped my chin up, his face so close I could feel his breath on my lips.
“Let me kiss you, Katherine.”
I was frantic with terror under the bliss of tingles, but the pull was too strong to deny. His mouth moved closer, and mine opened just a little, and his lips brushed hot but gently against mine.
And then he kissed me.
Hans Jacob Weyer, the vampire, kissed me.
His body pinned mine, and his mouth claimed me, his tongue dancing in brutal rhythm. I responded like the girl who’d been dreaming of vampires since I was young, desperate for more.
I moaned as I tasted him. Moaned as his fingers stroked over my nipples. Parted my legs as his fingers trailed their way down my slip, crying out against his mouth as he found the right spot.
He was even better with my clit than I was.
“So, did you mean it?” he whispered between kisses. “Do you really want to be bitten by a vampire?”
Desperation knew no bounds. I was squirming against him, panting with need. My clit was alive, and my skin was thrumming all over, and my head wanted to nod with a life of its own.
But that’s what it was in me.Life.
I wasalive. And I definitely didn’t want to let that go.
My spirit fought back like a burst of flames.
“NO!” I screamed, and shoved him away from me. “NO! I don’t want to be bitten by a vampire!”
I expected Hans to pull me back to him, or run after me, but he didn’t. I charged away up the cobblestones with painful feet, and this time around Keel Avenue came into view, just like normal. The street was lit up with the regular street lights, and my shared house was exactly where it should be at the end of the road.
The front door was wide open. I didn’t need keys.
My steps were thumping on the stairs and my breaths were loud on my way up, but nobody stepped out of their bedrooms.
I threw myself in bed and pulled the covers up high, repeating my thoughts like a mantra.
This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a STUPID FUCKING DREAM.
And then I woke up.
I sat bolt upright in bed, knowing that the illusion was over. I was back in my body, for real.
It was a dream. A stupid fucking dream.
Fuck, it took some time for me to calm down. I flicked on my bedside lamp and cursed the night terrors. I called up the time on my phone to find it was 4 a.m. and London traffic was rumbling a little outside, just like usual.
What a fucking dream that was.