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support.  Like this?
 Raise your ass and push out, using your anal
muscles.
He gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide.
She felt the press of his lubricated cock against her
anus and pushed out, as instructed, aiding his access.
She bit back a moan when the sting of his presence
made itself known.
God, he s big!
He growled and pressed further, his hold
tightening. His cockhead finally lodged itself inside
her unused orifice, stretching it wide, the burn curling
her toes and tearing moans deep from her throat. He
waited until she relaxed and then thrust until his
penis embedded deep inside, his groin grinding
against her ass. His gasping breaths caressed her ear
as he smoothly pistoned inside her flaming flesh. Her
moans became a litany as he used her ass. The burn
lessened and she pressed back against him, enjoying
the way he choked for breath, knowing she caused
that. An open palm slapped her butt cheek. She
squeaked and tried to pull away.  Yes, that s it,
tighten that taut little ass, slut. He slapped her on the
other cheek, harder.
 Don t, it hurts! She felt the flat of his hand again,
her protests unheeded. Every slap caused a
contraction, and his groan. The stinging dissipated
and a delicious heat claimed her flesh. Her ass cheeks
throbbed and moisture dripped between her thighs,
her pussy on fire. She let go a strangled cry, thrust
back against his slamming pelvis.
His hands came over hers and his mouth traveled
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over her neck, his teeth nipping at her flesh. She cried
out when they sank into her aching throat.
Immobilized, she couldn t move. He pounded into
her while his mouth sucked from her neck.
God, he s a vampire!
Fire and ice raced through her veins, making her
moan with pleasure and pain, until it all blurred and
body gripping pleasure washed over her quivering
flesh. Blackness descended on her.
* * * *
After Khalid had left, Drago lifted Sara up off the
chair and carried her to bed. He quickly cleaned her
up and dressed her in her favorite nightwear, then
tucked her in. He felt the dawn approaching and
knew he had to hurry or burn to cinders. He bent and
kissed her cheek.  Mmm, you smell good, Drago.
Her hand moved to his face.  Hold me awhile.
Please. Her words were barely audible, but he heard
them. He pulled her into his arms and held her
gently.  I love you, Drago. I love you.
Even when he was human, no woman had the
ability to arouse as Sara did. She wasn t quick fuck
material, she was a keeper. I love you, too. God, how I
love you.
She could never know this, as much as he wanted
her to. A sick feeling twisted his gut. This was his
fault. He stayed away from her and Khalid still hurt
her to get to him. He contemplated warning Khalid
off, but then he would know how he felt, that was
something he didn t want. Now Khalid had an invite,
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he could come and go as he pleased; a dangerous
situation indeed. He had to stay strong, for her sake.
She could never know of his feelings, period. He
eased away from her, hurried to the window and
leapt out. Racing the dawn, he flew back to the crypt.
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Chapter 10
Love s Touch
rago kept a close eye on Sara since the incident
D
with Khalid the week before. She knew what
Khalid was and now actively questioned Drago s
existence, which bothered him greatly. She made
excuses when Khalid called her for another date and
he hadn t bothered her since, a relief indeed. She d
also been down to the crypt. Fortunately, she hadn t
called someone to open the lid! He half expected her
to, after the locksmith incident.
She sat in her favorite armchair and typed words
into her laptop under the soft yellow lighting in the
library. The white t-shirt she wore barely covered her
leanly muscled body, creating a feast for his eyes. Her
left foot kicked back and forth and she hummed
absentmindedly. Her thoughts washed over him and
he ascertained she wasn t in much of a writing mood.
She was an excellent mystery writer. Her well-
woven words were a great source of entertainment for
him. He knew her agent wouldn t be too pleased if
she didn t meet her impending deadline. She was
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only days away from completing it, so an off day
wouldn t matter. However, the man was a swine and
didn t deserve a percentage of her earnings as far as
Drago was concerned.
She ceased typing and began to play with her inky
curls, twirling some around her index finger and then
releasing them and doing it all over again.
Drago didn t usually like short hair, but it suited
her. He liked the way it framed her golden face,
barely brushing the tops of her shoulders. He longed
to be her fingers and envied them greatly.
Oh, what I would give to touch your satiny flesh with
my fingers, my lips and my body. He suppressed a
frustrated sigh.
She closed the laptop and placed it down on the
coffee table beside the chair. Her thoughts washed
over him. Oh, Drago, why did you write those journals?
She sighed. Why did I have to trespass by venturing into
that room? Damn it! Why did I venture into that wing?
She stared at the eighth journal, which lay on the table
beside her laptop. I feel your words are real, and I
suppose that makes me mad, since you simply can t be the
same man. Nevertheless, Karl is Khalid, I m certain of it,
and he s real. Her fingers caressed her neck, all traces
of the wound long gone. I want to know you in the flesh.
I desire that, more than anything, vampire or not! I can
ease your loneliness. We need each other.
She was the kindling to his fire and this bothered
him more than he cared to admit. He was never far
from her mind. She drew him to her night after night.
Khalid was right; she was special indeed.
She placed her right leg over the arm of the chair
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and drew her lacy white panties aside, revealing a
dark pelt and the glistening treasures of her vulva.
His insides clenched.
She opened her soft pink lips and began to stroke
herself with her fingers and thumb. His cock grew
hard and pressed painfully against his jeans.
She slipped her middle finger inside her sex.
 Come shag me, I know you re watching. I need you,
Drago. The way her sweet voice trembled his name
did alarming things to his insides. She arched her
back and pressed a ripe little mound into her other
hand and then plucked at the nipple through her t-
shirt.  I want you so desperately. He groaned
inwardly. Her hand moved under her t-shirt and
massaged a breast.  Mmm& I m so horny for you,
fuck me now. She inserted another finger and slowly
rotated and pumped her hips. Her fingers became
slick with her musky essence and it began to drip
down her ass.
Unable to deny relief, Drago unzipped himself and
stepped out of his jeans and boxers. He freed his
throbbing erection and slowly worked his fingers
back and forth along its silky length. Not taking his
eyes off her, he imagined himself buried deep inside
her moist heat, giving it to her the way she wanted it.
She opened her eyes and looked in his direction,
and although he knew she couldn t see him, he
realized she could feel him project his thoughts.
Oh, God! He couldn t stop it!
 I know you re here, she said.  I can feel you
touch me.
If he doubted it, there was his answer! Every time
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his fingers reached the root of his shaft, she groaned.
No matter what his movements, hers matched. Then
suddenly, he felt himself deeply embedded inside her
velvety heat. Her hands moved over his back, cutting
into his flesh.
 Oooh, you feel so good. Her legs wrapped
around him and her mouth drew on his before her
tongue entered and boldly fenced.
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