Her fingers slid down to his mouth, and he opened his eyes to meet her emerald gaze. She shifted her focus lower and delicately probed his lips until he parted them. His cock jumped in response to the sensual exploration. He could feel her rising curiosity and allowed her to inspect his fangs.
It is working. She is making peace with what I am.
After she finished, she looked up and trailed her fingertips along his brow. “So strange the way the light makes the silver in your eyes dance, almost glow.” She shook her head as confusion crossed her face. “How can you be out in the daylight? I have seen you in the sun, however briefly. You have eaten food with me on occasion. You wear a cross of silver. I do not understand. What sort of sorcery is this?”
He threaded his fingers through her auburn locks. “My dearest, some tales have been greatly exaggerated.” Largely done by his own kind to fool humans. “But make no mistake, other stories are true. We can be dangerous creatures, though that does not mean I am incapable of love.” He leaned up, clasped her wrist, and placed her palm on his chest. “My heart beats for you. My breaths quicken at your touch. You are my world.”
“How…how are you doing these things? It is unnatural. Vampires are monsters. The undead. Devils without souls. But you…you are still a man. You are still…”
Why did she not speak the words he longed to hear? He would simply say them for her. “I am still your Bastian. I am the same man you have loved.”
She pulled her hand away but quickly moved to brush back his hair, her fingers sliding behind his head. “I want so much for that to be true.”
He shivered at her tender embrace. His heart ached to be one with hers again. The pain would be devastating if she turned her back on him and continued looking at him as an inhuman beast. There was no way he could allow that to happen.
© Lorraine Pearl
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