A strange and wondrous power now sang through her veins.
A feminine power was all she could think as she sank deeper, deeper, down into a place where she floated all happy and relaxed and utterly fulfilled.
When a strong hand guided her head to press her lips against his vast chest, the trickle of something warm in her mouth had her lapping like a contented kitten at the fluid. It tasted coppery with a peppery kick. And suddenly her mind was spinning, spinning so fast she clung to him, dug her fingernails into his flesh to hang on for dear life.
The sensation that overwhelmed her, hit her too fast, was like having drunk one too many glasses of wine. Her head spun even faster and she took more greedy sucks, the spicy warm liquid over-filling her mouth to drip down her chin. A curious heat, strange but exhilarating, burned too brightly through her belly, her lungs, the screaming tips of her nipples and especially her sex and it was beyond wonderful.
Her arms and legs were boneless as they collapsed and seemed to sink into the mattress.
When her dream lover pulled away she didn’t complain.
How could she when his fingers found her throbbing and swollen girl boner to slide, slick with her juices to bring her the most amazing pleasure of her life. The orgasm started in her toes to rise up through her system right to the roots of her hair before shooting to her core in a way that made the muscles of her vagina fist his fingers tight.
And then he entered her again.
Hard and hot and thick.
And she prayed never to wake-up since this dream was beyond awesome.
His cry matched her own as hot seed poured into her again and again.
Gia's heart beat too fast.
She kept her eyes tightly, tightly closed.
As her mind spun something ominously formidable, something violent, something buried deep within her heart and soul broke free to rise up within her.
With a banshee cry of elation, with a joy of freedom at last, another entity entered her mind. "At last!" a voice cried. "I am FREE!"
There was nothing she could do to stop it.
The entity took, she took...everything.
Gia's arms rose above her head on the soft pillow as she arched her back and surrendered her body, her very soul to this man.
And still his shaft was like steel inside her as he pistoned into her.
Wow, this was some dream.
When had Liam ever managed it twice in one night never mind three times?
"Harder!" she commanded her dream lover as her hips rose to meet him over and over again.
He knelt now between her knees.
Big strong hands cupped her bare bottom to piston his wonderful shaft deep into her.
Never, never had she felt anything like this.
She’d no idea it was even possible to have so many orgasms one right after the other.
Dimly she realized her dream lover was again muttering words she couldn’t understand.
But did she care?
'Hell, no!' cried the entity inside her head.
Daniel had never felt anything like her.
She was so hot, so wet and so tight.
And his vampyre was in total control of her mind, her body.
Again and again he begged his vampyre to take care with her.
‘Tá mo chroí istigh ionat,’ his vampyre chanted. My heart is within you.
‘Adraím thú.’ I adore you.
"Faster!" demanded Gia with her eyes tightly shut, her mouth trembling through every exhale, every inhale.
She sounded like an army general going to war.
He couldn't help it.
He laughed out loud.
Christ, Jesus, the woman was going to kill him.
Delight with her warred with the desire to take care of her, not to hurt her.
But the way her pelvis tilted to take him had the tendons on his neck strain with the effort of holding back.
Her womb clenched and again those core muscles gripped him too hard.
The base of his spine tingled in a way that was a pleasure pain as his balls went too tight too fast.
His vampyre tipped back his neck and roared loud enough to have the chandelier on the ceiling tremble as his seed ejaculated and her body held him tight milking every single drop.
Desperately trying to catch his heaving breath, Daniel collapsed on top of her and rolled to his side, taking her with him. And guilt smacked him so hard he gritted his teeth as he shuddered from the force of it.
Well, he’d done it now.
He’d taken her vein, without her consent.
And he could only pray for absolution to God that she hadn’t taken too much of his blood. His potent blood.
Now his heart battered drunkenly against his ribs as another emotion instead of guilt rose.
Fear.
He could taste it.
The hellish stories his brothers had told him of what happened to their wives before and after they’d turned into a newborn vampyre made his throat burn and his eyes sting.
He’d make sure his darling was safe and well.
And if things got too bad, he’d ring Saira Pattullo. The medic had saved the lives of his sisters-in-law.
But would Gia ever forgive him for making her vampyre?
The way she'd responded to the taste of his blood he’d no doubt in his mind that she carried much of his species DNA.
On a positive note, he now had a much clearer picture of some of her memories, too. The life she’d led with that bastard of a husband, who'd left her to the tender mercies of a crime boss.
The mafia.
Fuck.
Why hadn’t he seen it?
Still held tight within Gia’s slim body, he stroked her, soothed her with ancient words whispered into her small ear.
‘Teigh i do chodladh.’ Go to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Her eyes fluttered open.
Gia stretched, arching her back like a big lazy cat, and then went totally still.
Her heart scrambled too fast in her chest.
Her panicked gaze flitting around the room.
She was naked and in a bed.
A strange bed.
A fantastic bed.
And it was daylight.
The pillows were soft and the sheets felt like silk against flesh that felt terribly over-sensitive.
Rising up on her elbows she took in the size of the space.
Huge.
The walls of the room were decorated in silk in neutral shades of grey from pale silver to pewter accented by a punch of blood red in the modern painting that took up an entire wall. Two seven foot sofas, covered in velvet the color of deep claret, sat at right angles with a heavy glass coffee table set between them. Sheer curtains covered high-arched, floor to ceiling windows.
Double doors were opened into what she realized was a vast closet.
Her ears strained to listen for a voice, a sound, that might tell her she was not alone.
Another door had been left ajar to what she could see was an incredible bathroom of creamy marble.
She lay down on her back and simply stared at the ceiling trying to remember what the hell had happened to her.
Her eyes went wide as she gingerly ran her hands over her hips, felt the deep throb, the telling ache and honeyed evidence between her legs.
Reality dumped her firmly in the present.
She hadn’t been dreaming about making love with a man?
But who?
Her instincts told her, she knew exactly who’d made wildly passionate love to her last night.
Daniel?
Seriously?
Good God.
Gia clutched the sheet to her breasts and sat as the bedroom door opened.
And she came face to face with Daniel Stewart Gillespie.
Her heart did the jerky skip it always did when she was near him, only this time it stumbled before racing like a rabbit under the first blast of the gun.
Folding muscu
lar arms he leaned against the doorframe wearing nothing but ancient jeans of soft blue denim, the fly unbuttoned.
The slow intimate smile instantly transformed his face from tough into a friendly approachable man with an aura of charismatic charm.
Her heart torpedoed into her throat as the room spun with a long slow tilt.
She couldn’t breathe.
She couldn’t think.
Even though she’d worked for him for two years, Gia had never seen him look anything but immaculate in one of his dark bespoke suits, a modern interpretation on warrior armour. Now he looked even more male and his face even more attractive in the grey light of day.
This man with his sleep tousled black hair, the strong jaw that needed a shave and drowsy eyes that were becoming more alert by the second, was a complete stranger to her.
All the Gillespie men were tall, well over six foot, wide of shoulder with strong muscular chests and long legs.
Daniel was... big.
He was about two hundred and twenty pounds, not over-developed, but muscled and lean. Eyes the color of a cobalt sky held hers as he strolled towards her. As always the way he moved was a simple pleasure to watch. But then all the Gillespie brothers were a pleasure to watch. She loved the way he walked. Stealthy like a big black cat in a smooth, sensual rhythm.
All man.
Her eyes roamed over that tight muscular torso, the pecs, past strong shoulders. And up to find herself staring at his gorgeous face. With something like shock, Gia realized it was the first time she’d seen him without his glasses. The eyes were so blue they appeared almost unnatural, almost... alien.
Those amazing eyes burned a hot path over her breasts in a way that absolutely terrified her. The scent of shampoo, his signature amber and cedar wood cologne and a healthy male had something else other than sheer panic now flutter low in her belly.
Oh God.
"Ah, you’re awake, good," he said in a friendly and intimate tone that had her blink up into his face. "Coffee?"
That deep voice, the Scottish accent, slipped so seductively through her system it made her blink again.
He sent her another rare spontaneous grin that had her eyes desperately searching his face.
She’d been asleep on his couch and now she was in his bed.
And he wasn’t angry, or even a little bit annoyed, with her?
Confused, Gia simply stared at him.
Dear heaven, he looked amazing.
The memory of how he’d made love to her. No, not love. Let’s be honest. How he’d thoroughly bedded her made her thighs clench.
How on earth could her knees go weak when she was sitting in bed?
But then something alien, a voice, rose up within her.
Her pulse went crazy as the voice spoke too loud in her mind.
"Weak? No one will ever make us feel weak again." A sense of purpose, of self-belief slid like melted honey through her system as the voice told her she might feel fragile, threatened and at times at the end of her tether, but, "Gia Del Russo sure as hell didn’t do weak. Not anymore!"
Daniel watched the way daylight moved over the delicate features of her beautiful face; the clear skin and wide brown eyes, the sensual mouth with her soft lips swollen from his.
Gia had a skin made for candlelight, velvety soft.
The way she’d given herself to him, those draining kisses, still shook him.
His need for her was a hard ache in his groin, a pleasure pain that caught his breath.
She was looking at him as if he’d been carefully considered, analysed, examined, and as if the jury was still out.
She didn’t trust him.
Her pale skin, big eyes a misty brown and the way she smelled, a blend of his and her sex, beamed a picture of forbidden places, silk, musk and hot, dry, desert sands.
Vulnerable dark eyes stared into his.
Then her chin lifted in a Fuck you gesture that made his vampyre growl an implicit warning to take care.
Daniel’s vivid blue gaze locked on hers.
She read determination, desire and a decision made.
Her mouth went bone dry.
He frightened her even as he sat on the edge of the bed, took her hands in his and drew her to him.
He said nothing now, didn’t move, and yet she found herself battling fear.
Fear of him, yes.
But mostly fear of herself.
As a rule she didn’t drink alcohol, but Gia decided she could do with a stiff brandy.
Make it a double.
A dark brow rose.
He released her hands.
"Not coffee? Okay, something stronger," he said in a calm voice.
Utter shock held her perfectly still.
Surely she was imagining it, no way could he possibly read her mind.
She must have spoken the thought aloud?
Then she frowned.
Had she?
While he went over to a large cupboard, which held bottles and glasses, she pulled the white cotton sheet tight under her arms.
Logic told her Daniel was going to want a very good explanation of why she’d been asleep on his couch. From under her thick lashes, she admired the way his back muscles moved. With wary eyes she watched as he poured cognac into two bulbous glasses. What on earth she was going to say? How could she explain that her late husband had left her in debt to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars. Dollars owed to a crime lord who wanted more than money from her?
Abruptly, Daniel turned his head to send her a hard look.
A look that seemed to say, Why the hell did you not come to me?
Abruptly, the air in the room felt thick, too heavy with ozone, as if there was a storm coming.
She simply breathed through the crazy pounding of her heart against her ribs.
And some sort of sixth sense within her could feel a storm brewing inside Daniel, too, as he strolled towards her. A maelstrom with thunder and hail and lightning.
Again, he sat on the edge of the bed and handed her a glass.
Eyes the color of a too blue summer sky held hers as his glass gently touched hers. She read desire and an animal lust that seemed to sing to something deep within her.
Too many thoughts spun and whirled in her mind as again a wonderful feeling of feminine invincibility rose within her.
The truth was she’d had earth shattering sex.
Sex with Daniel Gillespie.
She’d made him tremble.
The whole experience had been exceptional.
Perhaps being caught red-handed squatting in his apartment was not such a disaster after all?
Perhaps he wanted to have an affair?
She could do an affair, with no strings, no false promises made to be broken later.
She knew how Daniel's mind worked.
And she liked him as a person, as a man.
However, he was no pushover.
Daniel liked to be in control.
But then Gia listened to the voice in her head and agreed as she made herself the firm and solemn promise that no man would ever control her again.
Never.
Her chin lifted.
Her attitude, the chin, the challenge, jerked the choke chain of Daniel's ever watchful vampyre.
Her hair, he loved her hair, appeared more glossy, thicker, this morning as it ran in a dark river down her naked back.
Those slim shoulders showcased smooth creamy skin down to her stunning breasts, which were rising and falling under the sheet with agitated breaths.
She was scared.
He could scent waves of fear coming off her.
However, heady relief battled through a little irritation that she appeared perfectly normal and none the worse for his having taken her vein, or her drinking from his.
At least... so far.
He eyed her carefully.
Her cheeks were flushed and those brown eyes glittered into his, but not by a fever, by arousal.
He could smell
it and the scent made his groin ache and his mouth water to taste her, there. However, he wouldn't make love to her again until he was quite certain she was as well as she looked.
Again, he studied her carefully.
No sign of stomach cramps.
No sign of sickness.
No sign of her emerging vampyre either.
Odd.
His mind spun through limitless possibilities and still he couldn't come up with a definitive answer of what might happen to her next.
Hmm, maybe he’d been too careful with her?
Maybe she hadn’t taken enough of his blood?
His gorgeous PA was sitting naked in his bed looking like a child who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
He tipped his brandy glass to hers.
"Here’s to the best sex I’ve had in years," said Daniel.
Chapter Eight
What on earth, Gia wondered, was she supposed to say to that?
His gaze seemed too hot, so potent, as it rippled along her skin.
Gia’s nerve ends screamed with an arousal that made her feel dizzy.
Dazed, she couldn’t help but simply stare at him.
Professionally she knew him as a diabolically, determined lawyer, a determination which made him virtually unstoppable in a court of law.
What was it about him that drew her in at the same time as her instincts were screaming for her to run, and run fast?
It was something much more than a scorchingly hot, sexy male.
Those eyes now slid from her to settle on the bedside table, which held her purse and the money she’d earned at the Sly Fox club.
Then those eyes returned to hers and this time they were cool.
His hand reached out, lifted the cash, then those blue eyes met hers and went wide with the silent question. Where the hell did you get this?
The voice in her head told her to tell him it was none of his frigging business what she did with her time.
He didn't own her.
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