Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
So, the question begged to be asked...why had Michael revealed his identity to Lara?
A yawn had her realizing that the wine had not only relaxed her but had made her sleepy. She could easily fall asleep in this chair that you sunk into like a welcoming bed. Add to that the warmth of the fire that caressed, and she’d be a goner in no time.
But before she gave into her yawns, her bobbing head, and lazy eyelids, she wanted a quick glance at the book...Forever Spells. She picked it up, its cover old, and its pages fragile. There were a variety of spells, mostly benign, rather sweet actually, but then the book was about spells not curses. Some would argue there was no difference, but Lara always thought of a curse as something evil. After all, a love spell would certainly lose its appeal if referred to as a love curse.
She turned the page and smiled at the title of the spell, though it was quickly swallowed by a yawn.
Forever Mine.
She began to read, through drooping eyelids.
In the dark deep chasm of night—she scrunched her eyes. The next line was in a different language. The line that followed read, I call on the forces that be, again the next line was a different language.
Another yawn interrupted her reading, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. And just as her eyes fully closed, she caught a few words from the spell...I curse his soul.
CHAPTER 6
Lara felt herself wake with a jolt. She moved to the edge of the chair and listened. Something had woken her, but what? After a few moments of silence, she shook her head, thinking herself crazy, then she heard it.
Lara.
She shut her eyes against the soft, sensual whisper of her name that seemed to drift around her like a gentle, yet eager embrace.
Come to me, Lara, come to me.
He was calling her, Michael—no, the vampire—was calling her. She forced herself to stay where she was, not move. She would not surrender to him. She could not, for if she did, she feared that he would satisfy her beyond reason, and then what? Sex had been a big disappointment to her, if he should satisfy her, how would she ever find satisfaction with a human male? She would want him and only him, just as she did now.
Why did her body betray her? It was humming and throbbing and begging her to go to him. Go and find out for herself if once and for all she could have a decent orgasm.
Lara.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, as if she’d been intimately touched and damn if it hadn’t ignited her passion to the point where she felt herself wet with desire.
She was out of the chair, through the kitchen and up the steps before she could stop herself and no amount of reasoning slowed her. It was when she got to the second-floor hallway that she stopped dead.
What was she doing? Was she crazy thinking to make love with a vampire? Sex. It was just sex, nothing more. Making love—to her at least—involved so much more. And she could honestly say she had yet to make love, though have sex? After all she was human. She had to laugh at that. Had human sex disappointed her so badly that she was willing to surrender herself to a vampire?
Lara.
Oh hell, his voice was growing ever stronger in her mind, and she was growing ever weaker to ignore it. Or was it that her lust was getting close to spiraling out of control? She never had such a craving for sex as she did at this moment.
Lara. Come.
Damn, did she want to come and hard. Yes, please very hard, she silently begged.
She held herself back as long as she could, which wasn’t long at all, since her feet started moving before she even gave them permission. And she was through his bedroom doors, not even recalling opening them.
He stood wearing only black jeans, the metal button unhooked and the zipper partially open. And she thought how easy it would be for her to slip the zipper the rest of the way open and slide her hand down inside to feel him.
She raised her eyes to his and the glint of red in his dark eyes propelled her forward. She quickly discarded her sweater, shirt, and bra as she went. She stopped when just a few feet in front of him, suddenly feeling unsure and vulnerable. Did she really want to do this? Did she really want to surrender to a vampire? Was she that desperate?
Lara.
She shut her eyes, her name whispering around her in a sensual embrace and when she opened them, he was standing in front of her.
“What do you want from me?” he asked, his hand caressing her throat.
A mind-blowing orgasm, she thought, but instead surprised herself and said, “I’m not sure.”