his long life, he felt content, truly content.
He wondered about the woman in his arms. He’d healed others before, but he couldn’t remember a time when someone felt better by simply touching him. He’d sensed something different about this woman the first time their eyes met. As his lids drifted shut, he silently vowed to discover what it was.
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Kat awoke that afternoon feeling the after migraine fuzzies, but at least she was pain free. She squeezed the muscles around her eyes, trying to force the blurriness from her vision. Desperately needing to get a drink to dispel the cotton in her mouth, she attempted to rise from the bed. To her surprise, Kat found herself unable to move.
“Where do you think you are going?” asked a dark voice from behind her.
All her senses came back online. She could feel the hard muscular body wrapped around hers. Stephan must have remained all day with his arms and leg wrapped protectively around her. Kat turned to face the healer. Embarrassment made her press her head to his chest. The rich masculine sandalwood scent, that was uniquely his own, dispelled her awkwardness. After a deep breath, she pushed back slightly and studied his features.
He was every woman’s fantasy. When she looked into his sapphire eyes, her stomach knotted and heat pooled low between her thighs. Drawn to him, her reaction, animalistic and primal, concerned her for she knew what he was.
She placed one hand on his cheek, marveling at his features. “You look so normal. Human,” she mused.
Stephan’s eyes darkened. “You should never make the mistake of pretending that I’m human. I am a vampire, Kat, not a man.”
“I know what you are, and I don’t care,” she replied, moving her hand down to settle over his heart. “It’s not what you are, but who you are that matters to me. You are the man who took away my pain. You are the man who helped me last night. You didn’t have to help me, but you did. You are a good man, and I’m not scared of you,” Kat announced with all the bravado she could muster.
Without warning, she found herself rolled onto her back. Stephan loomed over her, his hands planted on either side of her head. He bared his fangs, a low growl rumbled in his chest. Kat looked him in the eye. Her heart raced, though she wasn’t sure whether from fear or excitement.
“I am not a man, not any more. You should fear me, run while you can, before I give into my...” He paused, his eyes darkened to the color of pitch. “I am a thing of nightmares.”
“More like fantasies,” Kat muttered and kissed him.
He pulled back breaking their kiss, his eyes wide with shock. Then he descended on her. The soft satin of her robe shifted across her chest, the silky material gliding over her nipples when he lowered his weight onto her. Her lips parted in invitation. Their tongues dove back and forward between their mouths in a dance as old as time.
The taste of his kiss consumed her. He pushed all thoughts from her mind. Only he remained. The ripple of his corded muscles as he moved. The sensation of his body pressing her into the mattress.
He trailed kisses down her neck until his lips rested over the pulse beating a steady rhythm in her vein. His teeth scraped sinuously along her neck. Her hands kneaded his flesh. The muscles of his back tightened beneath her fingers. Her nails dug into his skin, her passion threatening to consume her.
His lips left her throat. She only had a second to look into his dark eyes before he leapt from the bed.
“Get out,” he commanded harshly.
Kat looked up at him, confused, frozen in place. What the hell?
“Get out, now!” he repeated, pointing to the door. It opened, untouched by any hands.
Katrina’s eyes darted from the door back to the male standing over her. The look on his face, a mixture of pain and anger, terrified her. What had she done to deserve this cruel treatment?
A warning growl from his throat pushed her into action. Grabbing her