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wanting to jeopardize her health before he did a full blood exchange with her, he let his fangs descend and raked his tongue across
them. Blood pooled quickly in his mouth and he thrust his tongue deeper. Sucking softly on it, Elise swallowed his blood--his
power.
When he pulled away he noticed her sleepy eyes. It was normal for a human to react this way, or so he d been told. He d never
actually given blood to anyone before. He d saved himself for two hundred and fifty years in every way imaginable.
Elise touched her swollen lips and stared at him. She shook her head slightly before turning to the elderly woman she d arrived
with. "I have to go, Grandma."
"After that kiss & hmm, I think we should check your heart rate, sweetie."
"I m fine." Elise said, pushing past Jean-Pierre and running through the door.
Chapter Two
"Come, ma amour. Let me see all of you."
Elise turned slowly, looking through the mist for the source of the voice. "Jean-Pierre?"
A soft laugh answered her. She moved down the dark corridor quickly and did her best to see through the rising fog. "Jean-
Pierre, is that you?"
"You are so certain that it is I, yet I am but a stranger to you." He sounded so close, yet she could not find him.
He was right though, he was a stranger but she just knew it was him. She also knew that she was dreaming. There was no way
she could move this fast in real life without stopping to take a break. "This is my dream and if I say it s you, then it s you. Let a girl
have her erotic dream about the hot French man in peace, will ya?"
He chuckled. "You are even more amusing than you once were. No longer are you meek and accepting. You are strong now and
I admire that."
"Everything but my heart s strong, you mean."
Elise came to a stop outside a large mahogany door. "Jean-Pierre?" Something wasn t right. She could sense evil near her. "Jean-
Pierre!"
Strong hands grabbed hold of her shoulders and she screamed out. "Shh, it is I, ma amour." Liquid pooled between her legs as his
cool touch ran over her. She d never desired a man this way before. Her heart was too weak to afford her the pleasures of sex,
but now, in her dream, she could live freely. "You desire me, do you not?"
"I do," Elise said boldly.
Jean-Pierre moved around and stood before her. No longer did he wear black from head to toe. No. Now, he wore dark pants
that laced up the front and a white shirt that reminded her of something a pirate would wear. He looked a bit disheveled and it was
sexy as hell.
Aching to touch and be touched by him, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled him down to her. He felt so real. Each
swipe of his tongue sent shivers down her spine and only served to add to the dampness between her legs. Elise yanked at his
shirt, needing to get her hands on his chest, and to feel his muscles beneath her fingertips.
"You are so different now, Elise," he whispered.
"Different?"
"I will dwell no more on our past so long as you promise that we have a future--together."
Jean-Pierre s words sounded so sweet, so sincere that she wanted to shout out yes , but held back. Something warned her that
once she said the word, she would be forever committed to this man, dream or not. In the shop, he d seemed so peaceful, so
beautiful, but here, in her dream, she sensed darkness in him.
Jean-Pierre lifted her shirt slowly, and worked it over her head. "I have wanted to make love to you for so long. I have gone
without, waiting for you, always waiting for you, Elise." His cool mouth encircled her nipple before she had time to register what
was going on. The feel of his tongue grazing over her erect nipple was too much. She cried out and pulled at the sides of his face.
Something sharp nicked her breast. At first it was painful, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure.
He suckled gently from her breast, as she tipped her head back further. Never before had she felt so sexy, erotic, so in control
and lost all at the same time. "I need to feel you, Jean-Pierre."
He pulled back slowly, releasing her nipple, and allowing the cool air around them to hit her wet breast. "Oh, ma amour, I promise
that you will feel every inch of me tomorrow night."
"Why tomorrow?"
"Because tomorrow is All Hallows Eve, the night that I reclaim what is rightfully mine. Sleep now, ma amour, and we shall be
together for all eternity soon enough."
Chapter Three
Elise woke with a start and looked around her bedroom. The dream had felt so real that for a moment she was sure that Jean-
Pierre had been suckling from her breast. Glancing down, she saw that her silky pajama top was unbuttoned. She moved her
fingers down slowly and pulled the material back, revealing her breast. Tiny drops of blood ran down it and when she saw the bite
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