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Reynold turned her onto her stomach and plunged his
shaft into her sore pussy from behind. He fucked her rough and
deep, caressing her ass cheeks at the same time. She was raw from
the night before but she welcomed the pain along with the exquisite
pleasure. He pulled out and lay on his back, lust filling his eyes.
“Come here, beautiful. I want to watch your face while I fuck
you.”

Ursula positioned herself over Reynold’s swollen
shaft. He grasped her hips and lowered her until she’d sheathed all
of him. He held onto her ass cheeks as she found the right rhythm,
moaning with each deep thrust of his cock.

She screamed and tossed her head back and forth as
the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. This was unlike anything she’d
ever experienced before. How was it possible anything could feel
better than this?

He pulled her down for a deep kiss, then his teeth
grazed her neck and it sent a strong orgasm crashing through her.
Ursula saw spots behind her closed eyelids and if not for his hands
holding her she would have collapsed in a heap on top of him.

He was carrying her again. She opened her eyes as he
set her gently down and turned on the shower. He stepped under the
water and took her hand. She leaned into his strong embrace as he
lathered her skin with shower gel. The scent of freesias mixed with
his musky scent, filling her senses.

Reynold tenderly washed every inch of her body while
holding her close, stroking her hair and back. He turned her around
and lathered her breasts and pussy from behind until another orgasm
began to build. Then he moved from under the spray and backed up
against the wall before lifting her off the ground, cradling her
ass from underneath. When she wrapped her legs around him he
plunged into her pussy.

She closed her eyes and leaned into him as exquisite
pleasure filled her body. When he nipped at the wounds on her neck
another impossible climax overtook her. It took several minutes to
realize the whimpering she heard came from her own throat.

He pulled out and lowered her to the ground, then
moved behind her and gently bent over her. “Are you all right,
Ursula? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, Reynold. It’s incredible. I never want you to
stop.”

He nuzzled her neck. “You have me as long as you want
me, beautiful lady.”

She shivered and moaned as he plunged into her pussy
again, fucking her deep and slow this time. He massaged her breasts
at the same time. Ursula couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. All she
could do was submit. She prayed it would never end. The pleasure
was beyond words, beyond all imagination. When he finally came, she
felt his spasms deep in her core.

****

When Ursula woke up it was dark outside. She used the
bathroom then tossed on her robe. Reynold must have brought it back
upstairs while she slept. He’d strewn rose petals strewn along the
floor and the trail ended downstairs in her living room, where she
found him in front of her TV with a bottle of expensive champagne
and two glasses.

“What are we celebrating?”

His gaze pierced her soul. “Finding each other.”

She sighed and took a seat next to him. He poured the
champagne and lifted his glass. “To destiny.”

“I’ll drink to that.” She took a sip, savoring the
sharp taste, and glanced at the TV. “What are you watching?”

“My favorite movie.
Blade
.” He flashed her a
heart-stopping grin. “Will you watch it with me?”

She giggled as she snuggled next to him. “I can’t
believe you watch vampire movies.”

“Well, I have to make sure they get it at least half
right.”

“What do you do if they don’t? Email the
screenwriter?” She took another sip.

“Can you imagine?”

Her breath caught in her throat at the look of
delight on his face. An impossible thought took shape as she stared
into his emerald eyes. She couldn’t fall for him. It was a dead
end. Yet, how could she resist his charm? And his lovemaking…it
left her breathless, exhausted and raw. Even now she craved him
again. How was she going to walk tomorrow morning at work?

“Will you wear the jewelry I gave you when I take you
out to dinner tomorrow night?” he asked, his eyes shining with
happiness.

“I’d love to.”

****

Ursula could barely concentrate at work, and that was
so unusual for her people kept asking her if she was ill. She also
couldn’t stop smiling, which led several of her co-workers to ask
quietly who she was sleeping with.

She laughed off their comments, but in reality she
wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Was it real? It had to be.
Her entire body ached with pleasure and every time she touched the
wounds on her neck she almost had an orgasm.

Normally she didn’t log onto the Night Games site at
work, but she found herself doing it every hour or so, just to
stare at Reynold’s picture and see if he’d posted anything else.
When she recalled all the times she’d gazed at his photo and
wondered if it was real, or if he was single, she wanted to laugh.
All this time he’d been right there, working up the courage to
reveal himself to her. Her fantasy lover had always been with her
and she never knew it.

Turning back to her research, she tried not to let
the obvious creep in. He wasn’t human. This couldn’t last. But for
now she had him, and tonight she’d see him at dinner. The
rose-colored glasses could stay on for a while longer.

****

Reynold took her out to dinner every night for the
next two weeks. He felt a surge of pride every time another man
gave her an appreciative look. She started going into work early so
she could leave in the middle of the afternoons to allow them time
to see the sights. They toured places like the Old State House
Museum before having dinner at restaurants like Legal Sea
Foods.

She was fascinated with American history, and he told
her tales of life in her native country before it was a country.
She told him he made the stories come alive as no history book
could ever do, and he chuckled at her words. He’d lived it. To him
it was still alive.

She knew where all the best restaurants in the Boston
area were, including out-of-the-way places that tourists never
went, like The Helmand in Cambridge where she tasted aushak for the
first time.

On Saturdays and Sundays they watched old horror
movies, laughing at the dialogue and the plots. When they ate in,
he helped her cook dinner, showing her how to make unusual dishes
she’d never heard of. She wrote down the recipes so she wouldn’t
forget them.

At night they made love, and Reynold didn’t think it
was possible, but each time Ursula found another way to bring him
to new heights of pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of her body, and
he loved to listen to her voice. It washed over him like a warm
spring rain, fresh and cleansing.

By the end of two weeks they’d made love in every
room of her condo, including the kitchen. He knew she was tired and
sore all the time, but she didn’t seem to care. Reynold was
head-over-heels in love with her, and the realization scared the
shit out of him. He was in deep, deep trouble.

Each day he almost told her how he felt, but he was
afraid to. How could he have a future with her? She was a
beautiful, bright woman with a promising career. She deserved a
human man who’d marry her and give her brilliant children. What the
hell could he offer her? He lived in fear Lukas’s followers would
track him down, and he had the rest of eternity to run from them
while she’d grow old and die.

Each day brought new pleasure to his existence when
he looked into her dark eyes, and it also brought more despair.
He’d lose her one day. There was no way around it. He’d never ask
her to cross over. To choose a dark, cursed existence.

They were watching a Bela Lugosi movie when she
lifted her head as if a thought had just occurred to her. “You
know, I just realized I have no idea where you live. You don’t
sleep in a coffin, do you?”

He laughed. Her sense of humor was adorable. “No, I
don’t. I actually have a home in Charleston.”

“South Carolina?”

“Yes.”

She frowned. “How do you get back and forth?”

“The easiest way to explain it is to say I
teleport.”

“Does it hurt?”

He grinned and pulled her close. “Not a bit. It’s
like floating, only it happens fast. And I can’t really see
anything. I have to concentrate on a destination and then it comes
into focus just before I arrive.”

“How long does it take?”

“Depends on the distance. I travel between my home
and here in about two minutes.”

“Can anyone see you?”

He shook his head. “Nope. They won’t see a bat flying
around either.”

She giggled, snuggling up against him, when he
received a new text message on his phone. Panic seized him as he
read it. “Shit.”

“What is it?” she asked, her voice apprehensive.

“Ursula, I have to go. Derek thinks someone found out
about him.”

“What does that mean? Is he all right?”

“For now. Fuck.” He stood and ran his hand through
his hair, hating the look of panic on her face. He should have told
her this before. “Remember when I said no one had bothered me in a
long time? Well, I think someone found Derek because of some
documents he made me. He’s human and I need to get him to a safe
place. But I’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?”

Her fear was palpable. He could taste it. But if he
left Derek vulnerable and something happened to him, he’d never
forgive himself.

“Of course. Go. I hope he’s okay.”

Reynold pulled her into a quick embrace. “I don’t
want you to worry, okay? I can take care of myself.” He gave her a
quick kiss, then disappeared.

Chapter Five

Ursula munched her popcorn and tried to concentrate
on the movie, but her mind raced in frightening directions. If a
vampire had found Derek, would he be all right? She shivered as she
recalled Reynold telling her how he’d destroyed both Dyvia and
Lukas. Would he have to destroy a vampire again? And what if the
other vampire was stronger?

She moaned and turned off the TV as images of him
hurt and helpless flashed through her mind. She knew next to
nothing about the way he actually lived. The past two weeks had
been nothing short of a dream. His reality was something she could
never truly be part of.

After climbing the stairs she lay in bed, telling
herself if she went to sleep she’d wake in his arms and all would
be well, but all she did was stare at the ceiling. Sleep wouldn’t
come tonight. She missed his body next to hers and was terrified
for his safety. She could call him, but what if that left Derek in
danger? No. She’d have to wait until he returned.

Ursula rolled over and curled into a fetal position,
wishing she’d told him she loved him. At least he’d know. She
didn’t want anything to happen to him without knowing how she
felt.

****

When she woke some time later, she heard noises
downstairs and bounded out of bed. Relief coursed through her as
she skipped down the stairs. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she called.
“Is Derek all right?”

Fear as sharp as a knife to the gut sliced through
her as she stared at the broken glass in her back door. Footsteps
sounded behind her and she turned. She was too afraid to scream.
“Who’s there? Reynold, is that you?”

Her phone was still upstairs. She started for the
staircase but froze as a figure came around the corner. “Hello,
ScienceGirl. At last we meet.”

“What? Who are you? What the fuck are you doing in my
house?”

He took a step toward her and fresh terror seized her
gut. Her heart hammered so fast she was afraid she’d pass out. She
couldn’t let that happen.
Stay in control.

“I’m JohnBoy from Night Games. Don’t pretend you
haven’t wanted this. You’ve been flirting with me since I
joined.”

“What? Are you out of your mind?” She searched her
memory and finally the name rang a bell. Hadn’t Reynold kicked him
off the site weeks ago? “How did you find me?”

“I hacked their site, of course. Do you know how many
times I’ve jerked off to your profile pic? Now I can finally do it
on your big tits.”

His words made her stomach roil. He took another step
toward her and she eyed the silverware drawer. If she could reach
it there was a nice big steak knife in there.

“That bastard kicked me off the site but that didn’t
stop me. I know you want me.”

“If you don’t get out of my house right now I’m
calling the police.”

He shook his head as a twisted grin spread over his
face. “I don’t see a cell phone in your hand, so unless you’re
fluent in telepathy, looks like you’re shit out of luck.”

“Get out of here,” she yelled, hoping her tone
sounded braver than she felt.

Fluent in telepathy.

She could call Reynold in her head. She’d done it
once before, after he told her he could hear her thoughts if she
concentrated hard enough. JohnBoy lunged for her and she cried out.
Fear spread through her like hot pokers as she tried to push him
away. One clammy hand grabbed her breast and she almost threw up.
She kicked at him and managed to land one blow to his kneecap. He
jumped back and howled in pain as she sprinted for the stairs.

Reynold! Help me! He has me trapped!

Ursula fell and struck the top step with her chin as
JohnBoy grabbed her ankle. Pain shot through her jaw and up the
left side of her head. “You bitch. You’ll pay for kicking me in the
knee.”

“Oh God, please,” she screamed. “Help me!”

JohnBoy laughed. “I’ll help you. I’ll help you act
out every one of your fantasies.”

Bile bubbled up and she retched as she struggled to
free her ankle from his grasp. Her skin was so clammy she’d almost
loosened it when he reached the top step and fell on top of her,
groping. She tried to push him off but he was too heavy. When he
squeezed her breast she screamed Reynold’s name out loud.