A Vampire's Kiss

River of Dreams: A VAMPIRE’S KISS By Myra Nour

© copyright July 2004, Mary Nour Cover art by Kat Richards, © copyright July 2004 New Concepts Publishing 5202 Humphreys Rd. Lake Park, GA 31636 www.newconceptspublishing.com

Chapter One

Violet didn’t know how she let Jane talk her into this crazy idea. Traveling in a tiny, wooden canoe down a muddy river in the Amazon. All because Jane’s cousin knew a girl who knew a big secret.

The River Goddess--waker of dreams. The whole idea was insane. She must have been really bored with her life to go along with this scheme. Whatever lay beneath her acceptance, she had also been looking forward to it. As she stared at the verdant jungle growth and listened to the calls of exotic animals, Violet questioned her decision, as she had many times while en route to South America. Sure, when she had been cloistered in a cozy hotel in Manaus, Brazil, it had been dreamy. The food was delicious, and the setting breathtakingly beautiful. Even the trip to the large metropolis had been easy--a slow ride on a large ship. Manaus had a large port, which made getting to the interior relatively smooth. Although, once she left with a small native guide down the Amazon River, civilization had fallen quickly behind. And her sense of safety and comfort were completely shot. What was I thinking? She didn’t know the guide. Although he acted respectful and confident, his stolid silence made her nervous. It didn’t help that he was the contact she was told to get in touch with. He spoke broken English, but spent most of his time scanning the jungle overgrowing the bank, and guiding the tiny craft past uprooted tree branches floating in the dark water. Violet sighed. Maybe she was being too harsh. Caio seemed to be doing what he was hired to do--take her to a sacred, secret location--to the River Goddess. But was that where they were headed? He could sell her into slavery for all she knew, or as dinner to a cannibalistic tribe. Violet shivered in the sweltering heat. Her imagination was going wild, but she couldn’t help it. It was not the smartest decision for a woman to be traveling alone with a native to some unknown destination. Maybe that was part of the reason for her impulsive decision. Violet’s life was ordered. She was a career woman, her business and home life organized. Pigeon holed. The riskiest thing she’d ever done was in college, when she attended a frat party with a friend and got drunk. Whoopee. No wonder Jane said she led a boring life. When her friend had broached this secretive adventure, maybe she was ready for something different. Her fantasy life was rich and often bizarre. But what she wanted from the River Goddess seemed just as nutty as her being here now. She didn’t know how many hours Caio paddled the boat efficiently along, for she snoozed off a few times. Violet also lost track of how many tributaries he turned down. How he could know where they were, she didn’t have a clue, but he acted like he knew the way quite well. Finally, by early afternoon, he grunted they had arrived. As Caio nosed the canoe onto a small, cleared embankment, a troupe of monkeys screamed overhead, displeased with their presence. Violet gasped when she spied a large snake draped over a branch.

"Python, no bother," Caio commented. He picked up a small pack from the canoe. "You go one hundred yards that way." He pointed down river. "By myself." Her voice screeched and the monkeys reacted with chattering screams. "River Goddess must be seen alone." That’s right, she’d forgotten the instructions. Her heart plummeted to her stomach. As much as Caio had made her edgy, the thought of going alone made her queasy. Giving him a last glance, Violet pushed the canoe off and stepped in carefully. The pulse in her neck beat wildly as she watched the bank recede further and further away. It was as if the land were creeping backward from the tiny boat. Actually, a slight current tugged the craft toward the middle. Taking the paddle, Violet directed it where Caio had pointed. If she hadn’t already had experience with canoes, Violet didn’t think she could have kept the small craft upright. It had horrible balance, at least compared to the larger canoes she was used to. Violet realized he hadn’t even told her exactly what she was looking for. There was supposed to be a statue. But where? And would she see it, with the jungle closing in all directions, around her? With a shudder her eyes flitted around the muddy water as she paddled. Was this part of the river filled with crocs? They’d seen quite a few on the way here. She just better not lose her balance and fall in. The water was infested with all kind of nasty critters. Leeches came to mind, then piranha. Oh lord, what did I get myself into?

Chapter Two

Luckily, before panic could grip her completely in its clutches, she spotted a recessed area in the tangling growth ahead. Pointing the canoe toward the bank, she examined the place. A three-sided square was hollowed out between the vines, the fourth side being the open space facing the river. Irregularly shaped beige stones made into a fence seemed to hold back the creepers and bushes. Violet shook her head at herself. Someone had to keep the jungle plants from overtaking what she would call a shrine. In the center of the square, a weathered statue sat atop a tall, rectangular block of stone serving as a pedestal. Paddling closer, she ran her eyes over the figure. It was a small statue of only two feet in height, and seemed unimpressive at first. The statue was rough looking. Its face was so worn the features were indistinguishable. It was a woman, draped in a robe, her arms held wide. A mane of hair flowed down the stone garment--the only reason Violet knew it was a woman. Well, and the fact that it was supposed to be the River Goddess. She had thought it a simple carving made by the natives, but wondered about that upon closer viewing. There were fine lines in its formation, something you’d expect from a good artisan. But the harsh conditions had left the stone figure in poor shape. One thing for sure, it was very old. Stopping the boat some dozen feet from shore, as she’d been instructed, Violet stared at the statue. She felt completely stupid. What had she been thinking when she made the decision to come? She did have the chance to withdraw from the whole thing when she made the contact in Manaus with a large man dressed in a business suit. He had given her detailed instructions and told her where to meet Caio. Of course, not without payment. Pity hit her system like a shock wave and the boat rocked as she half-turned to look behind her. Violet glanced all around, as if for the source. Her insides quivered. She never felt sorry for herself--she was too busy. Was the Goddess sorry for her? She snorted in disgust. What a bizarre thought! She must be coming down with jungle fever. Yes, that was it, or maybe she was just tired. The heat took some getting used to. Remembering why she’d decided to come, Violet latched onto that thought. Adventure and a chance to experience something few people did in their lifetime. The opportunity to live out a fantasy. That’s what the River Goddess legend promised--to fulfill the petitioner’s fantasy. If her friends knew about her fantasy, they would think she was weird. Not that her female friends probably hadn’t dreamed similar ones, but she doubted they really wanted their fantasy to be reality. Violet had grown up on science fiction and horror movies. Those genres were mainly the books she read too. But her favorite stories were about vampires. As she matured, handsome vampires had slipped into her lustful dreams. Her fantasy was to be kissed by a vampire in a romantic setting, and for them to

make wild, passionate love. She smiled inside. Always the romantic, she had to call a vampire bite a vampire kiss. She did not want to become a vampire. An eternity of killing people didn’t appeal to her. Besides, she loved sunlight and everything that went with it. And, she didn’t believe vampires were real, but did wish her fantasy would become reality. She wanted a one-time encounter that would rock her ordered world. Just thinking about a sexy vampire nipping her neck made her lower lips throb. Violet shook free of her thoughts. She had been willing to believe in all this when faced by the challenge back home. But now she doubted everything, including her sanity. She must calm down if this was going to work. Placing her hands in a relaxed position on her knees, she meditated. It worked. Her body and mind came together in a mellow flow. It was a good thing Jane had made her learn and practice this ancient art with her before starting on this venture. Jane knew her. She probably guessed Violet would be stricken with panic and question her reasoning when she neared the River Goddess. The legend said if you faced the Goddess full of doubt, she would not gift her promise. By the time she had calmed her breathing and lowered her heart rate, Violet was ready for the next step. Out loud, she chanted, "I believe" over and over. In a self-induced trance, she removed her grandmother’s ring from her hand and held it toward the Goddess. She repeated a carefully rehearsed speech, a description of the fantasy she desired. Afterward, she turned her hand, letting the ring slip into the brown water. She blinked, coming out of her meditative state. Staring at the small ripple where the ring had hit, she trembled. That ring had been her last link with her beloved grandmother. It was her favorite gift anyone had ever given her. The ring’s price wasn’t much, since it was a simple silver band with a small ruby embedded into the metal. But it was priceless in sentimental value. That’s what the River Goddess demanded in exchange for her gift--an offering that held special significance to the petitioner. A shiver ran down her spine as she gazed at the statue. Was it her imagination, or did the small form seem to glow? Feeling a little awkward and unsure, Violet started paddling back. She’d been instructed to make her wish and throw the River Goddess’ gift into the water, then leave. How would she know if it worked? When you meet a vampire, silly. She shook her head at herself. As she neared the spot where Caio stood, the whole ritual seemed more and more preposterous.

Chapter Three

"Come," Caio waved. "Too late start back." He pulled two bedrolls from a box tucked between two large limbs of a nearby tree. My, he was prepared. A regular boy scout. Violet followed the guide, hoping he had a quaint village and a nice hut prepared. She was disappointed when they stopped in a small clearing. It was a campsite, and Caio had already stacked firewood in the center. Untying a string hanging from his waist that she hadn’t noticed, Caio showed her two good-sized fish. Guess she wouldn’t go hungry. Violet just hoped they tasted better than they looked. Ugly things. Sitting on a log, she watched the guide prepare the fish. He’d waved away her offer to help. Soon the delicious aroma rising off the spitted fish made her mouth water. When it was done, she was delighted, for they were tender and tasty. After supper, Violet dug some cookies from her pack, but her guide refused any, choosing an apple from his supplies instead. He piled more wood on the fire as night fell around them and the jungle came alive. While she loved animals and watched the Animal Planet frequently, the screaming, rustling activity all around them was a bit unnerving. Following Caio’s example, Violet spread her bedroll and lay down on top of it. First, of course, she sprayed herself thoroughly with bug repellent, something she’d kept up all day. "What if a jaguar or something sneaks up on us?" She couldn’t help but ask what was on her mind. "Fire keep away." He pitched a branch into the flames, then placed one finger by his ear. "I hear, even in sleep."

Violet felt somewhat better, but it seemed she lay for hours listening to the strange cries around her, before sleep took her. She had never been so glad to see people when they returned to Manaus the next day. Waving goodbye to Caio, she watched him disappear into a crowd in the market square. **** Violet took a deep breath. Filtered, air-conditioned air and a jasmine scented candle wafted up her nostrils. Home. It was good to be back. Yesterday, the first day back in her apartment, she had slept for twelve hours. Today she still felt a little jet lag, but it wasn’t too bad. She spent hours reading romance novels and flipping through the TV. Luckily she had tomorrow off before returning to work. She paused in her reading. It was a vampire romance. Violet sighed. She hadn’t even dreamed of her wonderful vampire lover since visiting the Goddess. So much for wishful thinking. Since her return to the real world, Violet felt like a complete fool. Her journey, quest, whatever you called it, had been ridiculous. Glancing through a handful of brochures she’d picked up in the civilized cities of South America, she smiled. She wasn’t going to complain about the trip. It had been wonderful, a once in a lifetime adventure. But no more silly fantasizing for her. If that vampire even dared to make an appearance in her dreams, she was going to tell him to take a hike. That thought made her feel a bit better. But Violet knew it’d be a long time before she could face what she’d done without blushing at her stupidity. Violet awoke during the night, but then realized by the antique surroundings, she was deep in her fantasy world again. No matter how much she’d protested earlier, she welcomed the familiar dream. Stretching on the cool linen sheets, she was delighted by the soft feather mattress beneath her. Sitting up, she stared around the room. It was awash with candlelight from two large candelabras and several candlesticks set on the dresser, as well as the end tables. Pale moonlight also filtered through the open French doors. Amazement flooded through her at the realism of this dream. Never before had the details been so rich and vivid. Perching on the edge of the bed, she stepped carefully onto the bed stool. Once her bare feet touched the cool hardwood floors, her senses truly sprang to life. The scent of

honeysuckle and gardenia floated in through the doors. She had strolled onto the balcony many times in her dream and knew both flowers grew profusely outside. The honeysuckle clung to the cast iron railing, while the heavenly gardenia grew in clumps along the first floor below the balcony. In her fantasy, she was living inside an old plantation house, perhaps the mistress of it. She’d only seen it in the dark, but had strolled a few times under the huge oaks lining the drive. From there she could look at the majestic columns along the front. It was an inviting scene. She loved those trees and the mansion. The oaks’ large, gnarly limbs were draped in Spanish moss, making her think the house might be in Louisiana. It could also be Georgia or Florida, but she preferred Cajun country. That’s where her grandmother had lived. How excited she had been every summer when she went to spend it with granny. Granny’s yard had been filled with pines, but she preferred the oaks in her fantasy. The draped trees gave the yard a romantic, mysterious appearance. Some people might have called it spooky, but not her. Violet’s thoughts returned to the bedroom and she walked over to the Eastlake dresser, sliding a hand along the marble top. Chilly and inviting. The southern heat invaded the bedroom, even at night. Her hand slipped around an exquisitely cut perfume bottle and she sprayed her neck. The mist cooled her throat while exciting her senses. The pulse in her neck leaped. He always appeared after she performed the perfume ritual. Staring into the mirror, she watched for his cloaked figure. When it didn’t appear, a shiver ran down her spine. Tonight was different--she had realized that from the moment she awoke.

Chapter Four

Anticipation flushed through her, making her limbs grow weak. Changing the routine of her dream, she didn’t slip out to the balcony, but slid onto the seat of the delicate Louis XIV chair. Picking up the silver hair brush, she ran it through her long tresses, then peered at her reflection. In real life, her hair was cut in a short bob. A no nonsense style was important to her. The real estate business could be cutthroat and she wanted to be taken seriously. Long hair made her look younger and vulnerable.

The woman staring back at her through the nineteenth century beveled mirror had long, lush hair falling to her waist. Same dark auburn color though. She leaned forward. The vulnerability was there, but something kept her from looking like an eighteen year old. Touching her cheeks, Violet thought it was the seductive look on her face. She held her breath in surprise. She’d never thought of herself in those terms. It must be the sensuous atmosphere. Sleeking a hand down the silk nightgown, she knew this looked good on her. Its sheer fabric left her body in bold relief when backlit by the flickering candlelight. She had noticed how her form showed so transparently before she sat down. The tiny straps and straight, low-cut of the bodice was bold. Violet didn’t know if this was a typical Victorian era nightgown, but it was the one she conjured up in her mind. She wanted to look sexy for him. She ran one hand unconsciously across her cleavage and shivered as she imagined him touching her so intimately. Violet’s nipples beaded beneath the fabric and she wondered if he would notice. Hopefully he would like them. Her breasts were a normal sized B-cup, but their shape was pert. She prayed he would like her. Her mind flew to his appearance. Her dream lover was tall and always wore dark clothing. Although she had never seen him nude, she knew he was well-built. In a few dream sequences, he had removed his cloak. She had admired his broad chest and the v-shape of his torso. His face was still a mystery. It was almost as if she did not wish to see it clearly. Would that break the spell? She hoped not, because she had a feeling tonight she would see him in detail. Somehow, she knew he was devastatingly handsome. Her gaze returned to her face. Her eyes were wide, she would guess from excitement. A flicker of movement near the double doors drew her eyes and her hands stilled on the dresser. His dark form flowed from the night’s embrace and he stopped a dozen feet behind her. "You look beautiful." His deep voice vibrated through her, setting her nerves tingling. It was even sexier due to his charming accent. Perhaps French? This was the first time she’d heard his voice. It was everything she could have dreamed a lover’s voice should be.

A sudden slight wind blew in, ruffling her gown and setting his cloak flying outward. He appeared the part of the legendary vampire figure. Would he look it? Act it? Her fantasy had only gone so far each time, but she hoped tonight was different. All times before, the dream had that hazy, skip-hop sensation, so that she could only grasp snippets of the action. So far, this one had a realism that was unbelievable. The wind brought his scent to her--a mixture of cologne and the smell of fresh rain. Pattering droplets hit the balcony, bringing with it a refreshing atmosphere. It invigorated her body and spirit. "You have been waiting for me, cherie?" Definitely French. "Yes," she whispered. She didn’t hear his footsteps, and was startled when his hands settled on her shoulders. A flush ran through her body as his strong hands massaged her skin above the collarbones. A sigh escaped her. His touch was both relaxing and stimulating. She watched his reflection. The candlelight played across his features, giving hints of a strong jaw and full masculine lips. How she longed to see his whole countenance, but was fearful of breaking the mood. His head dipped down and he rubbed his face into her hair. She shivered. "So soft," he purred. One hand slid down her neck, caressing her bosom, and her breasts quivered at his touch. "Like velvet," he whispered into her ear. It seemed hard to breathe, but she managed to take in a slow, deep breath anyway. Releasing her shoulders, he gathered her locks into two bundles, and then let them fall. The soft curls fell heavily on either side of her face. "It’s lovely like that," he stated hoarsely, smoothing her hair over her breasts, his hands lingering over each mound. "I ... don’t even know your name." She remembered to breathe as his thumbs found her aching nipples, rolling them into tighter pebbles. "Armand." His hands paused. "And you?" "Violet."

He chuckled. "I thought maybe you were jasmine." She smiled. He had a sense of humor, for it was a jasmine scent she’d sprayed on her neck. "Now that the formalities are dispensed with." Armand put his hands on her upper arms and pulled upward. Like an automaton she followed his directive actions, getting to her feet. He stood behind her, his height towering over her by at least a foot. It made her feel vulnerable He shoved the chair out of the way and pulled her against him. His hard chest rose and fell, and she was sure his breathing indicated he was as excited as she was. "Look." He nodded at the mirror. "You are an angel." The white opaque nightgown draped her figure, clinging to her breasts, leaving her nipples in bold relief, and revealing long stretches of skin. Not an angel, but maybe a seductress. His hands smoothed her hair into a fall down her back. "Better," he whispered in her ear. Her neck flopped weakly against his chest, but she kept her eyes on the mirror as he’d requested. Armand’s hands slid down her arms, then stroked the cleavage just above the bodice. His fingers left blazing trails of electric tingles in their wake, and she burned for his touch. Violet’s heart thudded when he slowly pushed down the top and her breasts bounced free. "Perfect." His lips moved on her earlobe, sucking it into his warm mouth.

Chapter Five

Moisture gathered between her legs and an aching need erupted from her center. His hands kneaded each breast. Untying the string under her breasts, he shoved the silky material down. It slithered and pooled at her feet. Weakness filtered through her nerve endings at the sight of her nude body clasped against his clothed form. It made her tremble with desire and her knees go weak. Her clit beat wildly, as if crying, take me. As his hands slid down, she spread her legs wider, awaiting his touch. "Mmmm," she whimpered when one hand slipped over her mons. He cupped it and pressed down and released. After repeating this several times, her hips moved upward to meet him, as if they had a will of their own. "Not so fast, cherie, we have all night." His kiss moved down her neck, and his tongue laved her flesh near her jugular. All night! Her fantasy had never lasted past his vampire kiss. Her thoughts came to a screeching halt when one finger slipped inside her slick lower lips. He stoked slowly, up and down. Violet desperately wanted something more, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Certainly, it wasn’t lovemaking. At this point, she wanted to prolong the foreplay as long as Armand wished it as well. Her hips wiggled and thrust to meet his caresses. "This is what you want, my love." When the prick of sharp teeth entered her throat, she sighed. He was right. Ecstasy! As his teeth sank into her, he plunged the finger playing with her inner lips into her vagina. She groaned and met his thrusting finger with circular movements. There seemed to be a connection between her neck and groin. The blood he sucked from her and the blood filling her pussy pulsed with life and passion. Her throat burned and she groaned again as his lips molded to her flesh. Her clit throbbed and her vagina clutched his finger tight. Through her sexual haze, Violet realized Armand’s cock was pushed between the crevice of her buttocks. Rubbing her butt against him elicited a moan from him. His fingers slipped out of her channel and rubbed her nub, while the suction became fiercer on her neck. She exploded, crying out as an orgasm ripped through her. Her hips pumped up and down and Armand rode the wave with her, his strokes gentle. Afterward, she collapsed against his hard body. She felt his teeth withdraw and then he licked the sore skin. A few

strokes later and it felt much better. Armand pulled her into his embrace, his arms around her waist. Her feet left the ground as he picked her up suddenly, then walked over to the bed and slowly released her. The sensation of her nude body sliding down his length was exquisite. Her knees were wobbly after the orgasm, so she clung to his neck. Violet gazed into his face. The candelabras near the bed and moonlight washed his features gently. Her breath trembled as she exhaled. He was so very handsome. Dark eyes, that could be either brown or black, were set in a movie star face. In fact, he reminded her of some actor, but she couldn’t place who. Angular cheekbones and dark eyebrows that slashed across his forehead gave him a sultry air. Inky hair tumbled in waves to the top of his shoulders. She fingered a lock. It was soft as it looked. Normally she didn’t care for long hair on men. It made her think of tattooed men in motorcycle gangs. But on Armand, it looked perfect. Besides, she preferred the more classic, cultured vampire rather than the leather clad modern vampire image. This was her fantasy. "Do you like what you see?" He stared at her, his dark eyes devouring her, capturing her soul and her will. "More than you could know," she whispered. Armand ran one hand down her hair. "You are everything I could have wished too." What an odd statement. A fantasy character had wishes? "What do you desire?" His molded lips quirked as if he already knew the answer. "To feel your naked body against mine." She had never spoken so boldly with a lover before. It felt positively wicked. "Do you wish to do the honors, or would you prefer I do it?" He was so polite. "I’d like to watch you undress." Although she almost gave in to the urge to shove his clothes off, the thought of watching Armand was more exciting. Stepping back, he untied the string at the neck of the cloak, and then flung it to the side. The material fanned out, almost like wings, then sank in a heap to the floor. Next, he undid the buttons slowly on the

white silk shirt. She watched every step, her pulse leaping more and more as his chest was gradually exposed. Finally, he shrugged out of the shirt and pitched it to lie atop the cloak. Violet’s insides grew warm at the sight. He was pale, but not a deathly white. Even though she preferred tanned flesh, his broad chest called to her like an alluring song. Muscular definition and a light furring of hair across his upper torso made it a chest any woman would admire. "You’re beautiful," she sighed. "Beautiful, cherie?" He chuckled as his hands slid to the waistband of his pants. He pushed them down and then kicked them to the side. Armand was completely nude--no underwear. Bold beyond what she would have believed she was capable of, Violet’s eyes slipped downward. His cock was engorged and large. It seemed to be pointing at her, as if inviting her touch. Her heart thudded and her nipples hardened at the sight. Then her gaze flicked to the rest of his body. His ripped thighs made a nice setting for such magnificent male equipment. "Still ... beautiful?" Armand laughed, a deep, rich sound.

Chapter Six

"I’d say yummy." She licked her lips unconsciously, wondering what his cock would taste like. His swollen member jerked and her look flashed to his face. He knew her thoughts, and appreciated them. "Tu es belle comme une fleur ma cherie." "What?"

"It means you are beautiful like a flower, my darling." "Ooh." Violet moved swiftly into his arms, locking her hands around his neck. "I want to taste your sweet lips." His voice was husky. He paused over her mouth, teasing her with his silken promise. Then his lips glided over hers, giving her the merest sample of the magic between them. His lips demanded surrender and her mouth opened. Armand’s tongue slipped inside, caressing her tongue with his. There was no taste of blood, only a slight mint flavor. Her body thrummed with sensation as their kiss continued. Violet ran her hands through his long hair, eliciting a moan from him. She stroked her fingers through his hair, excited by the intimacy of touching him, its silkiness pleasure to her fingertips. Armand sucked her lower lip into his mouth and she made a little mmm sound that he captured with his kiss. Pulling his head more forcefully toward her, she strove to increase the heat between them. Turning her body slightly, Armand stroked one breast. She sighed beneath his burning lips. Ah, that’s what she wanted. His hand gently circled her breast, then teased the nub until she ached for it to be sucked. As if sensing her need, Armand kissed his way down her neck, then his mouth captured her nipple. She groaned when the warm wetness hit her pebbled flesh. Arching back, she shoved her breast deeper into his mouth. "Yes," she panted, rubbing one hand through his hair. His hot tongue swirled over and over her aching flesh, stirring the need to an even deeper level. "Harder," she whimpered, pushing his head more tightly to her breast. Armand complied, sucking with force. Her nipple tingled and her breath hitched when he placed the tiniest nip to the hardened nub. Afterward, he licked it with long strokes. She moaned and arched her neck backwards in ecstasy. When he left her breast and laved her abdomen, Violet didn’t like it for a few seconds. Her greedy nipple still demanded attention. But then she saw his head descending toward her groin. She trembled. Pausing with his licks and kisses, he gazed up at her. Armand washed her body with his burning eyes. One arm shot out and he pulled a delicate chair toward them. Taking her left leg, his hand

slid down it, then placed her foot onto the cushioned bottom. Realizing what he was up to, her stomach quivered with anticipation and her clit throbbed. Grabbing his shoulders for balance, she watched his head move again toward her mons. She held back a moan as wetness formed between her lower lips. He hadn’t even touched her there yet, and she was blazing with desire and need. An intrusive, disturbing thought shot through her mind--of his sharp canines against her soft tissue. She shivered. "Armand ... you will be careful?" She knew her hesitant question came out badly, but she was suddenly terrified at the thought of what his teeth could do to her flesh. Turning his face upward, he grinned widely. "They’re retractable." Violet was astonished. Armand’s teeth were straight and normal as hers. How interesting--he could retract his canines. Closing her eyes, she tried to quell her fear and the trembling in her legs. Armand’s warm lips pressed kisses to her inner thigh. Her stomach quivered as he moved ever so slowly toward her lower lips, and her breath stilled for a second as she waited for his next move. A wet, hot tongue slid between her folds. Violet moaned. His hands went to either side and gently parted her flesh. Her hands steadied her weak body by gripping his head. That marvelous tongue slipped deep inside, laving from top to bottom. "Oh," she groaned, biting back another groan as his tongue found her clit. As strokes circled her excited nub, her hands moved restlessly in his hair. Her clit was hard with excitement and felt ready to burst. Her legs trembled again, but this time due to the pure erotic sensation running through her labia. His tongue moved faster, flicking her hardened flesh in swift caresses. "Armand," she screamed. Her hips moved toward him in an unconscious action, as if fucking his tongue, while she shoved his head toward her pussy. A gurgling sound erupted from her as a strong orgasm ripped through her blood. It pounded in waves and her body went rigid. Somehow she stayed erect, squeezing every sensation from the gentle lap of his tongue.

"Stop. No more." She pushed his head away. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him. Armand kissed her thigh and smiled up at her. "Now, what do you desire, cherie?"

Chapter Seven

Placing her leg back on the floor, Violet tried to steady her weak-kneed response. "Come here," she said softly. After Armand stood, she sat in the chair. Sliding her hands up his legs, she played with the fine hairs just below his abdomen. His engorged cock was dark with blood and desire. Staring into his lust-filled eyes, she stretched her tongue out and ran it around the mushroom head. Armand’s breathing deepened and his hands tangled in her hair. Smiling, she slid her mouth onto his staff, going as far as she could. Bobbing up and down, she applied suctioning and was satisfied when Armand groaned. Releasing him from her mouth, she held his staff with one hand, watching his face as her tongue flicked the tip. A tiny drop of fluid leaked out and she lapped it up. Her moan mingled with his as she licked up another droplet. "Stop, my love." His hands stilled in her hair. Giving his magnificent cock a last kiss, she stood up, rubbing her body along his length. She knew he was being unselfish, that he wished to save his orgasm for their lovemaking. Such thoughtfulness made her insides grow warm. Leaning down, he picked her up and carried her gently to the bed. Stretching out in the middle, she waited with anticipation as he positioned himself over her. Violet’s hands went to his biceps, and she marveled at the strength beneath her fingers.

Her thighs were splayed and she sucked on her bottom lip as his hard flesh nudged her entrance. Her folds were still slick from her orgasm, but more fluid gathered just at the thought of him entering her. A burning, aching need shot through her vagina as Armand slid slowly inside. "Mmmm," she sighed. He caught her utterance with his mouth, stabbing his tongue between her lips as his cock plunged into her channel. Excitement gripped her body as it had never done with any other lover. Every sensation was more intense. She felt more alive. Fire ran through her veins when his hands stroked her breasts. She arched upward when he bent down and circled his tongue upon one aching nipple. "Yes," she moaned, scraping her nails along his muscular shoulders. His hands slid to her thighs and backing up, he pulled her hips to the end of the mattress. Bending her knees, she wrapped them around his waist. Her neck arched backward when he slid slowly into her vagina. The bed height was perfect. Armand stood and plunged easily into her. The passage was silken, her excited juices coating them both. His cock slipped all the way in, filling her completely. It felt so right. So good. Armand withdrew, and then rubbed the head against her sensitive clit. Violet groaned and pushed her hips toward him. He slid his staff just past her entrance, then withdrew. Repeating this bobbing motion over and over drove her crazy with desire. Running her hands up and down his back, she dug her nails into his skin as heat lanced through her body. "Oh, Armand, that feels wonderful," she panted. "It does." He rammed into her suddenly, to the hilt. "Mmm," she moaned, and licked her lower lip unconsciously. Shifting her legs, he moved them to one side, placing one arm to hold them in a bent position. She moaned anew at the deep penetration this position allowed. Her inner walls convulsed as little ripples flushed through her excited nerve endings. A few more deep strokes and he switched her legs again, so they straddled his hips. As he thrust into her

moist center, he bent down and captured her mouth. She was his. Her body sang at his touch and her heart soared at his presence. His tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding her complete surrender. Violet opened her mouth wider and groaned, giving the love that he sought. Her clit throbbed madly and her vagina seemed on fire as he rammed into her over and over. She came as his tongue slid inside her mouth and his cock filled her inner walls. Her whole body went rigid and she sucked on his tongue fiercely, whimpering into his mouth. Armand made a gargling noise and she watched the pleasure wash his face as he climaxed. Her vagina gripped him in a small orgasm, responding to his excitement. After they cuddled for a long time, he took her by the hand, and he drew her toward the balcony. The moon floated over the trees so brilliantly it lit everything to a mysterious glow. Enchantment. Violet didn’t know how long they stood with her back cuddled into his broad chest, but eventually they returned to the bed. His kiss told her he desired her again. Their lovemaking was sweet and filled with long stretches of foreplay. The rest of the night was spent in fierce bouts of making love interspersed with slow, tender sessions. In between, they snuggled in each other’s arms.

Chapter Eight

Violet awoke feeling totally wrung out. Even before she dragged herself from bed, the tiredness flowed through her. Heading for the bathroom, she was surprised at the soreness between her legs. Jeez! You’d think I really did make love all night. Until she stopped in front of the mirror, Violet didn’t realize she was nude. Odd. She usually slept in a short nightie. Shrugging, she washed her face. Didn’t help much--she still looked drawn. While brushing her teeth, she closed her eyes. Sleepy. Jerking awake, she resisted the urge to crawl back into bed.

Stepping into the tub, she took a long, hot shower. Now that felt good. Afterward, Violet towel dried her short hair, and then stood in front of the mirror to run a comb through it. Her hand halted in mid-stroke and her mouth fell open. Turning her head, she stared at the side of her neck. Her pulse beat strongly in her jugular vein, reacting to her fear. Two tiny marks marred the vein’s surface. Pinpricks. Letting the comb fall from her lax fingers, she tentatively touched the injured skin. No! It couldn’t be. Violet swallowed hard and gripped the cold porcelain sink. The world turned a fuzzy gray as she thought of those two words vampire bite. Shaking her head, she pushed back from the sink and took a deep breath. Impossible. Her fingers rubbed the tiny marks. Had to be bugs. Perhaps a mosquito? It was purely coincidental they were placed in just the right spot so that they looked like the classic vampire bite. After she ate breakfast, Violet felt better. Spending the rest of the day lounging around helped her regain her spent energy. By the time she went to bed that night, she was convinced nothing had happened. She had a very intense dream and got bit by a bug during the night. Coincidence. She fell asleep almost immediately. The next morning, Violet felt refreshed, and was thankful no dreams had interfered with her rest. **** "You look tired," Mandy said cheerfully. Violet gave the secretary a sour frown. Normally she appreciated Mandy’s humorous quips, but today she was not in the mood. "Did you have a wonderful vacation?" Mandy tactfully switched subjects. "Yes ... it was interesting." "Let me get you a cup of coffee and you can tell me all about it." The secretary jumped up and headed for the break room. Violet had come in early to catch up on paperwork, but Mandy’s invitation appealed to her suddenly. Maybe talking about her trip would make it seem less fruitless. Of course she had no intention of sharing her River Goddess experience with the gossipy girl. Thirty minutes later, they’d discussed all the details of her vacation, with Mandy asking dozens of

questions. Her co-workers started filtering in, greeting Violet fondly. Tom, her boss, walked up to her and gave her a quick handshake. He was a serious man, but a very fair supervisor. She had to go through a retelling of her adventurous vacation, before they each went to their individual offices. She had caught up on emails and snail mail when Tom walked in just before lunch. "We’ve got a new client I’d like you to meet with this evening." Tom rubbed two fingers together. "Money from silver and iron mines." She glanced at her boss, puzzled. Why didn’t he take the client? Tom liked working with the wealthy customers. As if reading her mind, he said, "Adrian Ivanescu specifically asked for you." "He did? Was it a referral?" "No." Tom shook his head. "Said he knew your realtor reputation." The tall man grinned. "Personally, I think he probably saw your photo on one of our flyers." Violet nodded absentmindedly. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time a male client had asked for her. Not that she was a great beauty, but some men just preferred dealing with a woman. After lunch, Violet still had many phone calls to return. So, when Mandy called to say Mr. Ivanescu was here, she was frustrated. She was going to have to stop everything in order to cater to a rich boy. Not that she would mind making the commission, but Tom would take the lion’s share anyway. Once she softened the client up, he took over closing the deal on the wealthy clients. Besides, she hated the holier-than-thou attitude of many rich people. Maybe it was because she came from poor roots, that it irked her so. Her parents had both worked hard all their lives, but barely scraped by. Many of the wealthy that walked through their doors had inherited their riches. Violet sighed and set aside her inner bitterness. Her dearest dream ... other than her vampire lover ... was to one day buy a nice house for her parents. So far, her hard work had placed her in a cushy middle class status, but no closer to saving the kind of money she would need for such a goal. Straightening her jacket, she went out to greet rich boy. Only one man was in the front room, and he was leaning over Mandy’s desk, chatting. The secretary smiled when she spied her. "Here’s Violet."

Mr. Ivanescu turned and her heart plummeted all the way to her feet. It was him. Armand. Her pulse beat erratically in her neck and she became lightheaded.

Chapter Nine

"Are you all right?" The man leaped forward and grabbed her arm. She stared at the strong hand clasping her arm, then followed it up to his face. Why did her cloth covered arm tingle as if his hand were shooting electricity into her skin? "I’m fine." She put a false smile on her face. "Just tired from my trip ... I guess." "Ah, yes, journeys can be very tiring." He stuck out one hand. "Adrian Ivanescu at your service." At her service? A rather strange greeting since he was the client. Violet blushed a deep red as she realized her etiquette had slipped badly. "Violet Taylor." She shook his hand firmly. "My office is this way." She waved down the hall, feeling very awkward with the whole situation. Once Mr. Ivanescu settled in a chair across from her desk, Violet felt compelled to say what was on her mind. "You look very familiar, Mr. Ivanescu." "I get that all the time ... people say I look like Oded Fehr," he grinned. "And please call me Adrian." Snapping her fingers, she smiled happily. "The guy who played the Arab in The Mummy." That’s why he looked so familiar. "Yes," he chuckled and rubbed his chin. "Minus the beard, mustache, and tattoos, of course." Violet nodded. Now she understood. She had been so taken with Fehr’s handsome face when she had watched the movie. So, it didn’t seem strange that she had created Armand, the vampire, to look like the

actor. It was pure coincidence that Adrian was a carbon copy of Fehr. The word coincidence brought her back to this morning and she stroked her neck. "You’ve got a little injury there." Adrian commented, his dark brown eyes glued to her throat. Violet shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn’t know why, but felt he’d caught her in some secret act. "Just bug bites." "That’s a relief. Better than a vampire bite." She knew her mouth fell open. Here was a modern, rational man making a statement like that. "Surely you know I’m joking." He leaned forward and captured her gaze. Violet swallowed hard and pushed her nails into her palms to keep from blushing. "Of course. It just surprised me to hear someone say such a thing." Now she did blush. She’d just made fun of a client. "Touché." He relaxed back into the padded leather chair. "It’s my country’s fault--legends can be a bad influence." She frowned in concentration. Tom didn’t mention where Mr. Ivanescu was from. And he did have the most interesting accent. Something about it was familiar too. "Where would you guess I’m from?" Adrian’s dark eyes twinkled. Why was he playing these games with her instead of getting down to business? It didn’t matter, she had to go along. "Russia?" She knew that wasn’t right, but absolutely refused to state what she really thought his country of origin was. Adrian laughed. "At least it’s in the right region of the world." He paused. "Romania." The blood left her face. She had guessed right. Growing up on vampire stories, she recognized the accent. Plus, she had a Romanian woman as a neighbor. "But, I live in Bihar Megye, Hungary now. My ancestors had some problems in the past and relocated." He leaned forward. "Do you know they lived in a castle?"

Why was he telling her his personal information? Or was it polite chit-chat common to his people? She barely knew her neighbor, so had not been privy to their customs. Nevertheless, she found it fascinating. She shook her head, even though the question was rhetorical. "Is that near Transylvania?" She couldn’t seem to resist asking that inane question. "Hmmm. West of central Transylvania. My town is located near the Bihar Mountains." He grinned. "I’ve probably bored you with too much information." "No." Violet cleared her throat. "I like learning about other countries, and I’ve studied a little about your area." "Really? School requirement?" Adrian folded his arms and regarded her, like he was studying her. Why did she get the feeling he knew perfectly well studying Romania or Hungary wasn’t a normal requirement in schools? She shrugged and decided to come clean. "I loved movies and books about vampires when I was growing up." "Ah. Now I understand your surprise at my earlier statement." He cocked his head. "Does the subject still interest you?" Violet smiled. "Some." Liar. He really was being charming. Some people found her interest childish. And Adrian could have taken it as degrading to his country’s cultural heritage. "Well, now down to business," he said abruptly. "I want a house, around a million, and Spanish style." "That shouldn’t be too difficult to find." She jotted down his requirements on a pad. "Any particular area?" "The hill country. I only wish to live there during Hungary’s winter months." "Hate the cold?" At his nod she laughed. "You won’t have to worry about that here." She had to pry a bit. "Can I ask why you chose San Antonio?" "My uncle Victor came here on business years ago and met his future wife. Rosita is of Spanish ancestry."

He stared over her head. Clearly his thoughts were elsewhere. "They bought a house on the Guadalupe River and spent every summer there." His sexy eyes came back to her. "I got to spend several summers with them and fell in love with the area." She nodded. Very understandable. "Okay. I can start checking the listings. When would you like to meet again?" "Tonight for dinner."

Chapter Ten

Her heart leaped at the thought. Silly. He was not asking for a date. "I wouldn’t be able to find out much by this evening." Adrian leaned forward. "I like to know the people I choose to do business with first. I hope you won’t mind?" Would she mind? If only he knew how her thoughts flew to places they shouldn’t at his mere invitation. But, a few clients were like-minded, wishing to get acquainted with an agent first. It was not the norm, but not completely unheard of either. Violet and Adrian worked out the details, then he left. He wanted to eat at an outside café on the Riverwalk. It’d been a long time since he’d seen it and he was looking forward to it. Adrian couldn’t remember any cafés, so she selected Casa Rio. The food was decent and the margaritas even better. No one sampled the flavor of ol’ San Antonio without drinking margaritas. Although there were better Mexican restaurants elsewhere, Adrian wanted to eat at the Riverwalk. He would love the bright floral-tiered skirts and peasant blouses worn by the waitresses at Casa Rio. The wandering Mariachis would add a lively atmosphere too.

They arranged to meet at six p.m. Tom gave her the afternoon off. Violet had thought to flop on the couch and relax a bit, but when she tried that, all her mind wanted to do was think about Adrian. Think about how much he looked like Armand. Would he be interested in her like her dream lover? She sighed and spent at least an hour looking up listings on her computer to distract herself. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was time to get ready. Flipping through clothes in her closet, she bypassed shorts. Although most people on the Riverwalk dressed casually, this was a business meeting. The royal blue dress drew her fingers. She loved it. Poor dress. It was rarely worn. There weren’t too many places she felt it was appropriate. Certainly not to work. A nightclub was a good choice, but she only occasionally went out clubbing with her girlfriends. Jane called her a workaholic and still phoned her every weekend to join her small clutch of friends. Even when they did go dancing, she usually stuck with wearing jeans. Her hand stopped at the dress she wore to many functions. Laying the proverbial black dress on her bed, she jumped in the shower. Afterward, while she towel dried her hair, Violet stared at the dress and frowned. She didn’t really want to wear it. Sighing in frustration, she pulled the blue dress out and laid it on the bed. After putting on her make up and arranging her hair, she slipped into the dress. Violet stood in front of the full-length mirror. The simple A-line dress molded to her figure, making her slim body look lush. The straight cut neckline showed only a bit of cleavage, but made her think of the nightgown. Touching the V between her breasts, she flushed with warmth. Maybe I shouldn’t wear this. No way, her mind argued back. Some part of her wanted to see Adrian’s reaction to the way she looked in it. She ran one hand down the silky fabric. The brilliant color made her red hair look lovely and brightened her pale complexion. Her hand nervously pushed the hem straight. It was a bit shorter than her comfort zone allowed--another reason she found it hard to wear. The dress hit her mid-thigh. She had nice legs, slim with delicate ankles and curves in the right places. But Violet knew it was her innate shyness that caused her problems, not the way her legs or body looked. Before she changed her mind again, she grabbed her purse, stuffed the one sheet of listings inside and left. Once she parked, she hurried down the steep stone steps, not wishing to be late. By the time she arrived at the café, her cheeks were flushed from her fast walk and the looks thrown her way by passing men. She was glad Adrian hadn’t made it yet. Violet became nervous as she waited. Would he like the way she looked? What would they talk about? Business, her mind answered back. But she knew it was going to be hard to keep her mind on real estate with Adrian sitting across from her.

She could have groaned when she spied him pushing past several tourists and waving to gain her attention. He didn’t need to do a thing to draw attention--he was gorgeous. A snug fitting Polo shirt showed off the muscular build of his chest, the powerful biceps, and the pale yellow looked wonderful against his tanned flesh. Brown slacks, that were probably Italian, kept his outfit from being too casual. Adrian smiled broadly when he reached her. "Quite a crowd." "Always is during the summer months." His eyes skimmed over her figure before coming back to her face. "You look lovely." Violet blushed while her heart beat faster and pleasure rushed through her body. "Shall we?" He took her elbow and walked up to the hostess. She propped up against a stone fence several feet away while Adrian arranged seating. She examined his back as he talked to the hostess.

Chapter Eleven

Broad shoulders, a tight waist, and even a cute butt, met her eyes. She sighed. This wasn’t helping a bit. The blood was zinging through her system. He had pulled his hair into a low ponytail at his nape, and she liked that too, even though it was out of style. A sudden urge hit her to loosen his hair and run her hands through its length. Violet glanced away when Adrian turned, afraid he’d read the desire in her eyes. "I ordered margaritas while we wait." He propped against the fence next to her. They chatted for several minutes before a waitress brought them the drinks. After downing one and

starting another, she was feeling mellow. Thankfully, Adrian carried much of the conversation, relieving her of worrying what to say. Soon they were seated at a tiny table next to the river. She stared at the muddy water. Violet had always found it uninviting. The many pigeons fluttering in the tree overhead didn’t help either. But Adrian seemed delighted with the whole set up. He fondly recounted boyhood memories as they talked. His conversation was stimulating, especially when she asked about places he had been. Adrian had traveled extensively, some due to business, others pure pleasure trips. Strangely, she found herself spilling her Amazon adventure-–minus the River Goddess, of course. "That’s one of my wishes, to see the Amazon one day," he remarked after she had finished talking. Adrian picked up her hand and rubbed the back of it. She should have snatched it away, but the electric tingles that erupted from his touch denied her withdrawal. "Tell me about your every day life." Surprised, she stared at him for long seconds. Why would he wish to know that? Her life was boring. Shrugging, Violet told him her normal routine. "Sounds like a nice satisfying life." His fingers caressed her skin. "But are you happy?’ "What kind of question is that?" She pulled her hand from his grasp. "Can anyone say they are truly happy?" "People in love claim to be," he grinned. Violet didn’t know how to respond to that and was glad for the waitress’ interruption. She ordered another drink, even though she didn’t want one. Adrian made her nervous. A third margarita should be plenty to calm her senses. The food arrived soon after. By the time they finished eating, she wasn’t aware where the rest of the conversation had wandered. Details were fuzzy. After dinner, Adrian suggested they listen to the band play at the Armisan River Theatre. Although she often enjoyed the small concerts at the outside theatre, tonight she felt restless. He seemed satisfied with her suggestion to walk instead. Their slow stroll eventually took them to the La Mansion del Rio. Adrian halted her with a firm grip to her elbow.

"Ever been inside?" She shook her head. "Of course I’d love to, but afraid I couldn’t afford to stay there." "Care for a tour? I have a room." She glanced at his serious face. Naturally he could afford such luxury, but what was behind his invite? Holding his hands up, he said, "Promise I won’t bite." Too bad. Violet had to grin at her own silliness. She accepted his invitation, knowing full well he had more in mind than showing her the famous hotel. He barely kept the desire in his eyes hidden. Why he wanted her so badly, she didn’t know. The only thing clear to her was that the hot bursts of passion she had been feeling all night toward her companion couldn’t be denied. Violet had never gone to a hotel with someone she had just met. But tonight had a fantasy quality to it, almost like she was caught in one of her vivid dreams. And she was determined to shove aside her qualms for once and follow her heart. The tour through the huge lobby was fascinating, but she couldn’t take in all the antiques and wide expanse of marble floor. Adrian filled her world, grabbed most of her thoughts, while each touch of his hand made her desire more than just his mere touch. With surprise, she saw they had reached the door of his room. Shaking free of her bemused state she tried to appreciate the lovely suite. Old European antiques gave the room an ageless appeal, while the wood and rich colors lent warmth to the atmosphere. The marble entryway and parquet floors were a very pleasant find-–no worn-out carpet in this hotel. "Might as well see the whole thing." Adrian waved toward an open door. It must be the bedroom. Taking a deep breath and her courage in hand, she entered the room. This was the stuff dreams were made of. "It’s beautiful." The tester bed was draped in exquisite linens, looking fit for a king. She turned and gave him a lop-sided grin. "Kind of big for one person." Yikes! Wishing she could bite her tongue, she waited for his response, sure it would be smooth. Adrian laughed. "I wasn’t thinking of that when I rented the room. I hadn’t expected to meet someone I might be interested in sharing my bed with." She blushed furiously and turned to examine the exquisite antique dresser.

"You have to see the bathroom." He headed toward the door. Violet was disappointed. She had expected him to follow up their repartee with a seduction. Trailing behind him, she looked around with pleasure. Now this was a bathroom. Mirrors filled one wall, highlighting the large Jacuzzi tub. A separate shower and even a sauna were fabulous, but it was the tub she was zoned in on. "That tub is plenty big enough for two." He turned and looked at her, the lust in his eyes plain and hot enough to burn her flesh.

Chapter Twelve

The pulse in her neck went wild and her stomach fluttered. Was he going to approach her now? "Are you thirsty?" She was startled by his sudden change of subject. "A little," she mumbled, following him slowly back to the sitting room. His behavior totally puzzled her. Sitting on the lovely but comfortable Queen Anne couch, she watched as he called room service. Champagne and strawberries. Interesting choices. Adrian sat next to her, completely ignoring the stretch of couch on the other end. He talked about the antiques and she began to relax, enjoying their discussion. At a knock on the door, he jumped up to let in the attendant. The cart held a beautiful silver wine cooler and bottle, while a large cut-crystal bowl was piled with luscious strawberries. Her mouth watered. Picking up the bottle and two glasses, he returned to her side. "Dom Perignon. I hope you like."

"I’ve never had it ... but I’m sure it’s delicious." Adrian popped the cork out. The waiter had already done the initial uncorking. He poured the bubbly liquid into exquisite crystal goblets. Holding the glass up, he clinked it with hers. "To us." "To us," she whispered. Violet closed her eyes after the first sip. Heavenly. After a few sips, Adrian picked up a berry and held it to her lips. "Taste." Staring into his dark brown eyes, she bit half of the strawberry. "Mmm." When he took her hand and brought it to his mouth, her stomach did a flip-flop. He bit half the berry. Her fingers lingered on his bottom lip and she wanted to kiss him so badly. They shared several strawberries in this fashion, with Violet following his example by feeding him bites. They were sipping their second glass of champagne when he set his glass down. "You know ... this champagne would taste even better in a bubbly container." It took her several seconds to realize he meant the Jacuzzi. She swallowed hard and took another quick sip. She watched him disappear into the bathroom, and heard the water running. Now was her chance. If she didn’t want to make love to Adrian, she had better leave. No part of her cried for caution, not even her mind. Her body was hot and her lower lips ached. Her traitorous body didn’t wish to leave but run into his arms. "Can you refill the glasses," he called. Filling the goblets, she went to the door. Thankfully, he was fully clothed. If he had been nude, perhaps she would have lost her nerve then. Adrian took the glasses from her and set them on the edge of the tub. He gave her a gentle smile and she had the feeling he knew her thoughts. Two fat pink candles sat at the corners of the tub, giving the room a soft glow. Glancing around, she realized Adrian had dimmed the lights as well. Definitely an atmosphere for seduction. "What now?" She bit her lip, wishing she could have stopped the nervous quiver in her voice. "Now we get acquainted." He pulled her to him, holding her neck with one large hand and her waist with the other.

It was as if everything were moving in slow motion as he descended on her lips. Her mouth opened beneath his light pressure and she tentatively followed his lead with tongue caresses. Her legs were weak and she was glad for the support of his steely arm. Their kiss lasted long moments, time in which her blood caught fire and her pussy screamed for his hands to ease her suffering. How she wanted him, had longed for his touch from the moment they met. It had nothing to do with her dream lover. Adrian was his own man and she wanted him. When his kiss moved down her neck, she realized he had slipped her straps down and her bare bosom was pressed against his hard chest. Violet’s nipples ached and she inched closer, unconsciously rubbing her nubs against his shirt. Concentrating on the erotic flashes as he was arousing her with his nibbles down her throat, she managed to keep her shyness at bay. Grasping his shirt, she helped him quickly slip it off, then his lips returned to her neck. She felt less awkward now that he was partially nude as well. She moaned as Adrian’s mouth moved to a nipple, licking it into a tight bud of neediness. "Yes." She untied his hair and then ran her hands through his silken locks. He slid her dress down and she wiggled to help him. Still kissing her nipple, he fumbled with his pants. Her pulse raced when he moved against her body again. He was nude, nothing between them but her panties. Suddenly, all her shyness fled. She felt wicked and wild. She wanted him to fuck her. Violet had never even said that word aloud before-–it seemed too crude. But she wanted the slick, hot experience that word seemed to evoke. She wanted to feel every stroke, lick and kiss as if it were the first time. As if Adrian were the only man on Earth. When his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, she trembled. Lower they slid, until they eased slowly between her throbbing lips. She moaned into his mouth as he caressed her wet flesh. His fingering under her panties made her feel like a teenager. Like they were stealing moments of time from their youth. It was a carefree sensation and liberating. She barely noticed when he slipped her panties down, but groaned loudly when his cock wedged itself between her lower lips. It felt so right, as if it belonged there. Releasing her abruptly, he stepped into the tub, holding her hand and pulled her in after him. Her knees nearly buckled and she eased slowly down, lying atop his outstretched body. His eyes were dark pools of need. She answered their plea with a hot kiss, one in which she demanded his response. Violet was gratified by his fiery answer. Still feeling bold beyond anything she’d ever experienced, she straddled his hips and slid down. Her vagina slipped easily upon his large cock. Her breath hitched when he filled her completely.

"That feels so damn good." He moaned, his hands caressing her butt. Encouraging her movements, he gripped her waist and moved her gently. The water sloshed, but not enough to douse the floor. Ecstasy raced through her veins and she arched her back, drawing on every sensation as if it were her last. Shards of hot need shot through her body, accumulating in her lower lips.

Chapter Thirteen

When she rotated her hips, it drew a moan from Adrian. She repeated the movements, loving his reaction. He seemed too far away, so she moved down for another kiss. Wet, searing heat moved between her joined mouths, matching the wondrous feelings in their lower body. Violet panted into his mouth as her excitement built. It felt like she was a beast in heat, she wanted to make love to him so bad it was painful. Her clit beat wildly while her sensitive inner lips were swollen and aching. She rammed her vagina onto his engorged flesh as their tongues caressed in rapid thrusts. A whimper was pulled from her and she raked her nails hard along his biceps. She must have him-–all of him. Quickening her speed, she plunged down on his erection over and over. The water splashed outside the rim of the tub, but she didn’t care. Violet only cared for the hot tingles of electricity coursing between her and Adrian. The pleasure was so great it felt painful. She had to have release and felt it building like an explosion within her nerve endings. Her vagina spasmed around Adrian and she popped her mouth loose to scream. Adrian bellowed in unison with her, his rigid cock pulsating within her, making her orgasm even more intense. Her body’s motion slowed, but she continued to rock slowly, squeezing every bit of sensation she could from their contact. After the last of her climax flushed through her, she collapsed onto his chest. Adrian stroked her back and she almost fell asleep. But soon his cock rose between their bodies, demanding more attention.

They made love again, but this time it was a slow dance that made her blood sing with joy. When they finished this time, they mutually agreed to leave the tub for the comfort of the bed. They cuddled for a long time, and Adrian told her a bit more about his strange, interesting life in another country. Abruptly, he stopped speaking and asked her, "What do you want out of life?" "A good career and financial stability." She paused. Did she want to share all her heart’s dreams with a virtual stranger? She smiled inwardly. Of course after their hot session, he didn’t feel like a stranger any longer. "What about a husband? Kids?" Armand kept his eyes on her face. He seemed determined to delve into her dreams. "Oh, two children ... one day. A girl and a boy." "You don’t plan on doing this without a husband, do you?" He grinned, clearly teasing her. Violet blushed. "No. I do want a husband--when the right man comes along." She stared hard at him. "You seem determined to know all my business." "No, only your dreams." Her heart thudded. "I’m twenty eight years old and I’ve yet to meet the man of my dreams." Liar. She shrugged. "Maybe one day." "Come now, you haven’t dreamed of your perfect man?" His dark eyes searched her face, as if trying to seek out her secrets. She shivered. Had she let something slip about Armand? Certainly she couldn’t share Armand with him, Adrian might recognize himself in the description. "Why do you ask me something so personal?" Her voice came out more aggravated than she intended. "Because ... I have had dreams about a perfect partner." He shrugged. "So I assumed you had too." What did he mean? Did he think she had an interest in him? Well don’t you? And did that mean he had an interest in her? "Okay, if not a dream man, what about a dream life? What would it be?" That was easy to answer; she’d spent many nights fantasizing about her ideal life.

"I would have enough money so I could buy my parents a house. I wouldn’t have to work anymore, so I could take up painting again. I’d study and become better. Then one day I would be good enough to have gallery showings." "A nice dream." He stroked a lock of her hair. "I knew you were a giving person. But I didn’t know you were an artist. I love a good painting." She shrugged, embarrassed by his attention. That was a silly thought after what they had shared. But he was delving into her emotional life. "What happened to the children and husband?" "They are in there too," she laughed. "Great kids of course. And a man who loves me completely." She eyed him. He was smiling entirely too smugly. "What about your love?" "Don’t be silly. I’d have to be head-over-heels in love with him too. "Sound like wonderful dreams to me. And so similar to my own, it’s spooky." A flush went through her cheeks. "You mean you’d secretly like to be an artist?" Her attempt at humor fell flat. Adrian stared at her very seriously, then he descended on her mouth and all thoughts of silliness fled her mind. Why? Why did he stir her like no other man before, and he would be leaving in a few days? Suddenly, she had to get away from his arms and the warm feeling his presence evoked. She thought up an excuse to leave, and it seemed Adrian knew it was but an excuse by his knowing look. He looked thoughtful as she left. Violet didn’t want to consider what his thoughts were about. She was having enough problems dealing with her own.

Chapter Fourteen

Returning to work the next day, she expected him to call. By the end of the day, she found herself pacing nervously around the room in between clients. Why didn’t Adrian call? After several days had passed, she was calling herself an idiot. And she had slept with the man! Worst of all, she had totally forgotten about safety. Although she didn’t have sex regularly enough to carry condoms in her purse like her friends, she should have asked Adrian. Surely he would have had protection. Now, she had to deal with her anger over sleeping with him, and get up enough courage to bring the safety issue up. Thank God she was on the pill in spite of her infrequent sexual encounters. Those little pills were life savers in dealing with her painful periods. During the weekend, Adrian did call, and it was hard to stay cordial, but Violet managed. He wanted to see a few houses. When he showed up later, he acted friendly like he did the first day she met him, but otherwise, it was as if nothing had been between them. Violet showed Adrian five houses. He commented on the good and bad aspects of each, but never brought up the other night. He seemed particularly taken with the one on Canyon Lake. She wondered how many days she would have to show him houses, all the while being tormented by his nearness. On the way back he never mentioned their time at the hotel, or made a pass at her. Certainly, he didn’t say he would like to see her again. She was furious. Pissed at him for being a frivolous playboy intent on one night of conquest, and angry at herself for allowing their encounter to happen. Once they reached the office, Violet jumped out and slammed the car door. "Angry about something?" Adrian came around and stopped in front of her. She couldn’t believe his callousness and chewed her lower lip to keep from answering sharply. After all, he was a customer. Stepping closer, he blocked her from passing around him. Her back was pressed against the side of the car. Adrian placed one hand along her cheek and turned her face up. "Could it be because I haven’t called?" That was an easy out and she grasped at it, even though it was partly responsible for her anger. "Yes. I don’t consider myself a one night stand."

"Neither do I." He caressed her chin with his thumb. "Then why?" She paused, wondering what excuse he was going to come up with. "To test you ... see if you want me as badly as I want you." Violet blushed. What did you say to such a bold statement? Adrian slid a hand behind her neck and pulled her to him. She thought to resist when he bent for a kiss, but when his lips captured hers that thought fled. Her mouth opened beneath his. She did want him. She barely knew the man, but desired him with every fiber of her being. "Hey! Do you need any help?" She was startled by the shouted statement. Staring over Adrian’s shoulder, she saw Raymond standing outside the office door. He must have seen them and thought she needed assistance. More likely, he was jealous. He was one of her fellow workers she had refused to date. It didn’t even have anything to do with her rule about not dating co-workers. There was no chemistry between them, at least none from her end. "I’m fine, just talking to my customer." Raymond took a step, uncertainty on his scrawny face. "You heard the lady." Adrian had turned. His stance was more aggressive than was called for and his voice commanding. Frowning, Raymond shrugged and retreated inside. With his slim frame, he would have been no match for Adrian, even if she had needed help. "Was that necessary?" She made her tone angry, even though she really felt joyous. Adrian had spoken but a few words, yet it seemed to her, he had acted jealous. As he turned back to her, Violet wondered at her own thoughts. Why did she care if he acted possessive or not? Ignoring her statement, he rubbed her bottom lip gently with his thumb "Do you know how much I want you ... need you?" She shook her head, numbed into silence by his statement. Finally, she gulped, "I must go back inside." "Not yet."

He bent for a kiss, but she pushed against his hard chest. "You don’t own me any more than Raymond does." "Don’t I?" He slid both arms around her waist and pulled her forcefully into his embrace. Her hands were on his chest, and she tried to shove him back, but it was like trying to budge a tree. "No one owns me." "Didn’t you give me a part of yourself at the hotel?" He swept down on her lips, not needing his hand to hold her face. She felt boneless and her knees trembled. She couldn’t move an inch and had no wish to. He was possessive in a way she had never encountered. An alpha male in all his glory. Why did his behavior and words cause her heart to flutter? She was a modern woman for Pete’s sake! One of his hands slid down her side and then up her skirt, stopping just below her panties. She was having a hard time breathing, and her panties were soaked. Please, don’t let him touch my pussy. She would shatter with the throbbing longing he had created with just a gentle caress. And her damp undergarment would give away her desire for him. "If I wanted to take you right here, would you stop me?"

Chapter Fifteen

"Please, don’t." She had no will left to stop him. She said the words out of necessity, for if he did attempt to fuck her, she would be unable to protest. Once his cock entered her, she would be lost to desire and sensation. He pressed into her, rubbing his rigid length against her mons, while his fingers stroked the soft skin of her left inner thigh. "Oh," she groaned, her legs wobbly.

"Tell me you don’t want me. That I couldn’t make love to you now." His lips took her mouth again, his tongue working magic as his fingers continued their gentle play. Her clit throbbed and her lower lips ached. God help her, she would let him make love to her, in broad daylight, up against the car. "I want you," she whispered in an agonized voice. "Do I possess a part of you?" His fingers splayed over her lips and she moaned loudly as he moved them back and forth. "Yes, anything, just please stop." His hand left her thigh and moved back to her face. She felt tears in her eyes and didn’t want him to see, but he turned her face up. She was completely vulnerable, her deepest desires exposed. The modern veneer had been stripped from her, the one that shielded her sensual fantasies and longings. "Do you think I ask something of you that I don’t from myself?" She blinked and stared into his dark eyes. "You are a part of me too." He took one of her hands and placed it on his chest. "You own a piece of my heart, of my soul." Violet stared at her hand, unable to hold his intense gaze. What did he want from her? What did he expect her to say? Was he speaking of love? Of lust? Or a mixture of the two? She was confused, not sure what her feelings were about the matter either. Unexpectedly, Adrian released her and stepped back. "I’ll see you tomorrow at one. I’d like to see the house on Canyon Lake again." She nodded, too shocked by his behavior to do otherwise. Smiling gently, he strode to his car, got in and drove away. Standing with her knees locked for support, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her senses. Her body was a hot stew of erotic flashes. Her nipples were painful beads longing to be stroked, her pussy swollen with unrelieved desire. After a few minutes, when the strength returned to her legs, she took a long walk before returning to the

office. As she neared her car she remembered she had forgotten to ask about the safety issue. Idiot! What’s wrong with me? That Romanian hunk was what was wrong with her. He kept her off-balance with his unpredictable behavior. When in his presence, all her good sense seemed to fly away. **** Adrian showed up the next day, acting nonchalant, as if the sexual scene by the car had never happened. When they entered the beautiful house he had requested to see, Adrian put a hand on her waist and pulled her to stand in front of a large, carved mirror. It was the only piece of furniture in the place, and had been left by the owner because he no longer wanted it. The man also thought it lent the foyer an inviting air. She stared into the glass and smoothed a twig of hair. Adrian surprised her when he pulled her around and into his arms, then kissed her like a starving man-–nibbling her lips and demanding her passion. Releasing her mouth, she pushed against him and Adrian loosened his hold. Turning her back, she stared into the ornate mirror and rearranged the same lock of hair. "Why are you running from that which you seek?" He whispered. Adrian pulled her back against his hard chest, his arms trapping her. His head rested on her shoulder as he peered into the mirror at their images. "You know what I see?" "Two people," she answered nervously. He hadn’t even given her time to refute his statement before rattling her by holding her. "Not just two people, but a couple in love. I see them in fifty years, their hair grayed, and their faces marked with life’s adventures." "That’s a charming way to depict old age." Her heart thudded. He had declared his love for her. No! He had declared they were in love. Was he right? He hugged her. "And you are very effective at evasion." Adrian kissed her ear. "Wouldn’t you like to grow old with someone?" "Yes." Her body flushed with heat. Was she being too obtuse on purpose, too frightened of where he was heading with this?

"Preferably with someone you love." Adrian rubbed his cheek against hers and his hands stroked her arms. Her pulse raced. "Of course. Who wouldn’t?" His caresses were distracting. Moving one of his hands, he dug into his pants pocket. Bringing the hand back to the front, he opened his palm, revealing a small box. Violet’s heart leaped. "Open it."

Chapter Sixteen

She did and was still surprised at the ring that nestled inside, even though his words and the box clearly stated his intentions. It didn’t seem real. Picking the ring up, he replaced the box in his pocket. "Try it on," he said huskily in her ear. She did. It was only a little loose. "We can get it sized down." Violet stared at the exquisite square cut emerald, set in a heavily carved gold setting. The stone had to be several carats and worth a fortune. "It’s lovely." She swallowed hard. "Antique?" "Yes. It was my great-grandmother’s." He paused and waited for her gaze to come back to his in the mirror. "It has become the tradition that each new bride wear it as the engagement ring."

She felt lightheaded. "What if the bride doesn’t like the antique style of the ring?" Adrian chuckled. "I guess she would get to pick her own ... certainly she wouldn’t be thrown aside. But it hasn’t happened yet." Staring at the gorgeous ring, she said, "I love it." "So, do you love me? Would you like to grow old with me?" His arms came around her waist, his closeness made her legs weak. Her eyes came back to their reflection. "Yes and yes." Smiling broadly, he withdrew from their hug and turned her to face him. "I know it wasn’t a traditional proposal, but I recently injured my left knee lifting weights." He grinned. "No problem going down, but the devil getting up." "Oh, Adrian, it was a very romantic proposal. I just can’t believe you love me." "What’s not to love? You are beautiful, sweet, hard-working, talented." Violet placed a finger over his lips. "I get the picture." "And don’t forget, we’re a perfect match in the sexual realm." She smoothed one hand down his cheek. "Well, you are unlike anyone I’ve ever met before--I should expect the unexpected." He pulled her into his arms. "And that’s the way I’d like to keep it. You have led far too dull a life as it is." "Hey!" Adrian chuckled, a merry sound that made her join in. "Don’t you remember talking to me about your life during dinner at the Riverwalk?" She sighed. "How could I forget? I was mortified, positive I’d bored you to death." "No, not bored. Just convinced me you needed a little more excitement. Of course that trip down the

Amazon would be hard to beat." "I have a feeling living with you will be as stimulating." "Hmmm, my thoughts exactly about you." Pressing his hands against her derriere, he moved her closer against his body. A snug fit. His hard cock thrust against her belly. She blushed. "You know that’s not what I meant." The blood throbbed in her lower lips. "I know, my sweet, shy girl." She felt anything but shy at this moment. She felt wanton and wished they could make love right there, right now. "Oh, you," she thumped his chest. Wanting to surprise him for once, and dispel the idea that she was totally shy, she rubbed her mons against his erection. His eyes darkened and he pressed his hand into the small of her back, pushing her snugly against him. The next instant, Adrian edged back, so their bodies no longer touched. He had switched tactics again. His actions always seemed to keep her off balance. He grinned, and then glanced around the foyer. "It’s going to be fun decorating this place ... now that I have help." Her eyes followed his while examining the area. "It’s a dream come true, to decorate such a magnificent house." Kissing her nose, he said," I remember other dreams you had." "You do?" Men usually didn’t listen that closely to what women said, especially about things like dreams. "You can quit work and become an artist whenever you get ready." "Adrian, you are too good to be true." "As you are to me, cherie." He kissed her, a sweet meeting of their lips. She shivered. "You speak French?"

"But of course." Adrian purposely imitated Lumiere in Beauty and the Beast. Chuckling, he said, "My nanny was French." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Would you like me to say something sexy in French?" "No." She stilled the quiver in her stomach. He looked like Armand, but did he have to sound like him too? Shrugging nonchalantly, he asked, "You had other dreams as I recall." Violet gazed into his face. He couldn’t mean her fantasy lover--she had never told him about that. Her thoughts flitted to her other dream. "You can’t mean a house for my parents." "Of course." "But, Adrian, that’s too much to ask of you."

Chapter Seventeen

Hugging her, he said, "Nonsense. I have more money than I‘ll ever be able to spend. Besides, I must give my bride a gift." "That’s some bridal gift." She exhaled a breath, then kissed him. "Thank you." Tears shimmered in her eyes and she blinked swiftly to hold them back. "I hope those are tears of joy," he smiled and wiped a tear from her cheek. "Silly." She laid her head on his chest. "You know what I’d like to do?"

"What?" She stepped back and looked at him, curious. Taking her nearer hand, he swung their hands. "I’d like to stroll through our house, as a couple." She nodded happily. As they walked, looking at each room with new eyes now that it was theirs, Violet’s mind flitted over her life and how it had changed so dramatically. Her dull, organized life had switched to exciting, all starting with her trip to the Amazon. Violet smiled to herself and nodded at Adrian’s comments about the kind of chandelier he wanted in the living room. She didn’t want him to think she wasn’t listening. While Adrian bent to examine a minute crack in the stone flooring, she laughed inwardly. How childish she had been to wish a vampire were real. Although Armand had been a wonderful dream, that’s all he was. Adrian was real. He was what she needed, but didn’t realize at the time. Not his wealth or station in life either. Those were nice bonuses, but not essential for her to fall in love with him. He was caring and intelligent, with a sense of humor. Adrian was everything she could ever seek in a husband and lover. Violet’s vampire dream had been unrealistic and escapism. To really live in this world, she needed to be a part of it. Adrian was the most real person she had ever met. He loved the world and knew how to make the most of everything. His spontaneous behavior, unlike her organized way of always approaching everything, was exciting. She wondered if much of that was for her benefit. He thought she needed to be more spontaneous, to live life on the edge. That reminded her of an important matter. "I’ve been thinking about protection-–which by the way, we forgot to use last time?" Adrian chuckled. "I don’t get sick." "What about AIDS and other diseases?" He glanced at her. "As a matter of fact, I get tested every six months. I have a clean bill of health." "That’s good." She smiled. "What about me?" "What about you?" He mimicked her, and then laughed at her irritated look. "Sweetie, I’m not worried about that. You are probably the safety girl ... normally." She blushed. He was right. Adrian made her forget herself in a way she never thought would be possible.

He grinned and added, "Not worried about pregnancy?" Her cheeks reddened further. "The pill." Adrian shrugged, clearly dismissing the subject. "One important thing about this house ... we have to christen it as ours." His words jarred her thoughts. He had switched tracks again. "And how are we going to do that," she laughed. "Neither of us has a bottle of champagne handy." Grabbing her waist, he pulled her into his arms. "I had another kind of wet experience in mind." Violet’s pulse quickened when he slid her skirt over her hips. Picking her up, he told her to wrap her legs around his waist. She gripped his neck tightly as he walked backwards, bracing her butt against the wall. More unpredictable behavior. Freeing one hand, he fumbled with his zipper, and then she felt his fingers on her panties. She moaned when he shoved them to one side and then his cock teased her entrance. She was hot, moisture coating her aching flesh. Adrian slipped slowly inside and she whimpered. Afraid to move in this awkward position, she let him do all the movements. Her inner muscles grasped at his thick staff and she couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. As she groaned and clutched his cock with her inner muscles, one thing was clear. She loved this man more than she ever thought it’d be possible to love another human being. Gazing into his lust-filled eyes, Violet thought a flash of red flitted through them. She shivered. It reminded her of Armand’s eyes. Blinking, she snorted inwardly at her silliness. Just her imagination. No more vampires for her. Adrian was more than man enough for her.

THE END