resist. His mouth moved against mine as he whispered my name. Inside my head, I
envisioned a golden, sparkling net which I cast out toward him. Sometimes when
I did this mental exercise, I netted his thoughts. A guilty pleasure because
most of the time, he was thinking of me.
I love you so much, Claire. Full of golden light, that’s you. Why can’t you see
yourself as I see you? Just once I’d like you to look in the mirror and see what
I see. Just once.”
of my crumpled gown and pulled. The gown slid to the floor and I stepped out of
the circle of silk and kicked it away. Naked, I pressed against Andre as his
hand covered the X on my back and the red circle around it.
his fangs and at the taste of my blood, he hissed and lifted me up into his
arms. Never stopping our kiss, he carried me to his bed and gently let me down
on the mattress. I watched him undress. First his shirt dropped to the floor,
then his pants and socks. His body was fucking hot. Sleek, muscled, male. His
erection jutted straight up, pointing at the ceiling and when he moved to the
bed, I slid across the mattress so I could take him in my hand. One pearlescent
drop of moisture glittered on the tip of his penis and I licked it away. He
fisted my hair with both hands and watched me, his dark eyes dreamy with lust. Love.
Andre loved me. The only person in the whole world who ever had.
afraid to tell him. Love was so strange and giddy a concept. I wanted to savor
it, understand it. I wanted to tell him, but something inside me always held
back. My self-esteem was shaky at best and while I was slowly coming to believe
myself worthwhile, I just wasn’t ready to be so vulnerable and tell him I loved
him. I didn’t seem to do things right and this was so important I had to have
it perfect. Anyway, he knew I loved him, how could he not? It was all right there every time I touched
the way he was right now. Always want me the way I wanted him. Always.