One late night driving home from a party, Katherine's life hangs by a thread after crossing paths with a hungry vampire. Just as she's about to be ravished a most unexpected savior emerges from the shadows, a vampire named Dylan.
Warning! This short 5600 word story is intended for mature audiences only.
Without meeting my gaze, he reached out to me, brushing his fingertips along the length of my arm on the way to my hand, leaving a trail of goosebumps from his freezing touch.
He was familiar and somehow alien all at once. My blood boiled with craven desire to know him more intimately. It was like I was a fangless vampire, one desirous of flesh rather than blood.
“What's happening?” I whispered, barely able to make words.
His steel blue gaze loomed over me and his dark brow furrowed. I heard him grit his teeth so tight they emitted a sickening squeak.
Instead of feeling fear, my nerves tingled with pleasure. My darkest depths warmed and I moved in so close my nose brushed his.
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Published December 6, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.