Her Vampire: An Instalove Possessive Vampire Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 207) by Flora Ferrari

Her Vampire: An Instalove Possessive Vampire Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 207) by Flora Ferrari

Author:Flora Ferrari
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2020-10-20T04:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER EIGHT

Tammy

I only realize just how crazy all this is when Torsten curses and stumbles backward, collapsing onto the floor and bringing a hand to his mouth to wipe away the blood.

My blood.

I stare as the unbelievable aftermath of the orgasms rush through me. The orgasms, multiple, too many to count as they hammered through me with the force of a revelation.

I’ve never felt anything like that before, the sudden capturing euphoria of it, the way he pulled something hidden and special out of me.

His body pulses slower now, and even that didn’t seem strange when he was rubbing my sex with a speed I could hardly believe.

With the speed of a vampire.

It’s one thing to see him flitting around, but to actually feel him, the dormant primal power in his hand, the carnal speed, it’s something else entirely.

He stares at the blood and then wipes his mouth thoroughly with the sleeve of his jacket. He pricks his finger with his fang and leans over to me, pressing it against my thigh. Warmth swells through me and I glance down to see his fang marks have healed over, the place where he bit flooded with contended heat.

“Fuck,” he growls, standing up and stumbling to the window, moving like a man who’s had too much to drink. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

“I told you to,” I say, feeling slightly offended. “It was in the heat of the moment. It’s okay, Torsten, you don’t have to be ashamed.”

“What if I’d lost control and bled you dry?” he snarls, spinning on me, a shimmer of red flashing across his neck.

I stand up and make to move toward him, but he takes a slow step back.

“Your jeans,” he snarls huskily. “If you stay like that, I’m afraid of what I’ll do. I need to get myself under control. The way the light of your cream and your blood makes your thighs shine, Tammy, it’s like fucking hypnosis.”

“Light?” I murmur. “It’s pretty dark in … Oh, right. Ah, silly me.”

He smirks, some of the tension flowing out of him.

I find my jeans and wriggle into them, sticky without my panties.

Torsten looks at me with complete enthrallment swimming in his gaze, as though any second his inner beast could reemerge and force him to leap at me like the animal he secretly is.

My head swims as I take in the enormity of his expression, the absolute dedication of it making the way the jocks used to look at the cheerleaders in high school seem insignificant in comparison.

“I can’t believe you really want me that badly,” I whisper.

“Well, believe it,” he laughs grimly. “Because I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. And that’s what scares me. I’m just surprised you didn’t start screaming when I lite up red like a one-man disco ball.”

I giggle. “Actually, that was kind of hot.”

“You’re one of a kind, Tammy. Goddamn. You’re perfect.”

I sit on the bed, squeezing onto my thighs, feeling more vivacious and alive than I ever have before.



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