We don’t dream. Only a blank void of darkness finds us when we slumber.
I try to look away, turning my back to her, but then I feel her. Her warm body presses against mine as she wraps her arm around me, hugging me. A tiny sigh of contentment escapes her as she snuggles closer.
Casting my gaze down my body, I see her small,delicate hand splayed across my stomach as the steady sound of her heartbeat surrounds me.
I want to move. I want to moveher, but I don’t. Instead, I place my cold hand over hers and attempt yet again to find sleep.
“Shit. Shit, shit,” she whispers.
I don’t move, now lying on my back, feeling the weight of her body sprawled across me, her cheek pressed against my chest. Her leg is slung over my hip, mere inches from my cock.
I hear and feel her heart rate rapidly escalate.
I can’t fight the smirk spreading across my face. Hearing her panicked whispers and her breathing quicken, even though she’s trying to keep her body entirely still. I can feel and hear every little reverberation.
It’s amusing, really.
She tries to move slowly so as not to disturb me, unaware that I am already wide awake. My body is perfectly still, ironically as if I’m a corpse. I allow her to move, saving her the embarrassment, feeling the bed shift as she leaves.
My acute hearing follows her every movement asshe heads toward the bathroom. Opening my eyes, I watch her move quietly and slowly as she disappears inside, catching a final glimpse of her curvaceous behind before she closes the door.
I sit up, purposefully displaying my body, the sheet low along my pubic line. I wait, like a lion waiting for its prey.
I want to toy with her emotions. Play with her.
Break her.
The toilet flushes and the tap runs. I wait in anticipation; my gaze fixed on the door.
She quietly opens it and steps out, her gaze cast down. My eyes roam over her soft body, wondering what it would be like to taste, to feel, to fuck.
I’ve slept with human women, of course I have, but they barely satisfy the hunger. To fully satisfy a vampire, it needs to be with one of our own. No restraints. None of us like having to hold back, where passion and lust can fully explode without the worry of hurting the other.
She tucks her dark hair behind her ear as she looks up. Her eyes widen slightly, her lips parting as she sucks in a shocked breath.
Damn, this is fun.
Her cheeks begin to turn a shade of rose. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she mutters herapology as she walks towards the bed. My eyes watch her breasts move with each stride she takes, the movement hypnotising me.
She clears her throat. I look up and see her standing by the side of the bed, her hands on her hips like she’s ready to chastise me.
“Do you mind?” she snaps.
“Not at all,” I answer honestly.
She opens her mouth to retort, but a knock on the door cuts her off.
“Enter,” I yell.
Silas walks in. His eyes land on Evelynn, alighting with appreciation.
I draw my fangs and release a low, threatening growl from deep within my chest.
She’s my prey. My toy. Not his.
His attention immediately snaps to me. He gives a subtle nod of apology and takes a small step back in submission.
“Apologies,” he says.
