And To Hold: Vampire Assassin League #20 by Jackie Ivie

Author:Jackie Ivie [Ivie, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bounty hunting, Dracula, blood, vampire assassin romance, private investigating, Romanian princess
Publisher: Jackie Ivie LLC
Published: 2014-07-13T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

The movement happening all about them was caused by fans. Four of them. In the ceiling. So that was the method behind the wafting mist and spider web curtains.

Zach located and counted them while he waited for his heartbeat to return to an acceptable level, his senses to go back to the normal range, and every muscle to come back from sloth stage. He didn’t think he could move. And he sure as hell didn’t want to.

If he didn’t know better, he’d swear he’d just experienced heaven. Absolute. Complete. Heaven. He’d never had such an experience. Ever. He hadn’t known that kind of ecstasy was possible. Nor this level of satiation. He was almost afraid he’d dreamt it.

Nope. This was no dream. It was close, though.

Ruxanna had collapsed onto him. She was still there, her weight making the area all about his heart warm in an oddly blissful way. Maybe that came from how she’d snuggled onto him, her nose tucked at his shoulder. She felt good. Really good. He liked it. A lot. If he wasn’t tied, he’d have had his arms about her, assisting his conscious self with filing this amazing sensation into a memory bank. For use later. When reality intruded.

Zach watched the ceiling fans absently while he absorbed the afterglow. His body was still sending vibrations through him occasionally. His legs and arms twinged more than once with it. As if even his muscles needed to reminisce. Wow. Making love with Ruxanna had been perfect. She was perfect. Just about everything was perfect. Except...maybe the ties that still bound him to the bed frame.

He tipped his chin slightly and slanted a glance down at her. He was close on her age. He’d stake his stock portfolio on it. She was twenty-five. Maybe twenty-six. Not a line marred her skin. Nor a pore. Not even a blemish. She had her eyes closed at the moment, hiding the moss-green shade, but not much hid her beauty. Wow. She was beautiful. Much too perfect for the business path she’d chosen. She probably weighed a little over one-twenty. Every single pound was in a perfect place. She was almost more than perfect. Perfect size. Perfect body. Perfect sexual appetite, and more-than-perfect in the delivery department. She’d transported him to paradise. She had her lips slightly parted. They looked swollen. Reddened.

Was that dried blood on her lip?

Come on, Zach. Get a grip.

He’d been in the throes of some sensual fever, but...had there been biting and blood-sucking going on? Or any other vampiric-tainted stuff? No. It hadn’t happened. It wasn’t likely. And it wasn’t possible. Rule One. She was simply a siren of lust. And he’d been her willing victim. That’s what this was. She dealt in lust and fantasy. She’d delivered him a huge dose of it. Lust. Sex. Fantasy. Every exhalation of hers sent a reminder with breath that feathered along his skin.

Odd.

Her breathing seemed to match his. Exactly. And worse. Each inhalation carried a hint of her particular perfume.

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