The Vampire & the Reporter (3 page)

“
Please d
o not attempt to deny me; it is not my wish
to cause you harm
. Do you understand?”

Another step back brought her in contact with the smooth surface of the mirror. “This is a dream, you aren’t real.”

“If you believe that, then give yourself to me freely. Allow me to pleasure you in
a way you have never experience awake or in your dreams
.”

Tempting.
“No. Dream or not, I’m involved with someone else.”

“I am a jealous lover,
meu dulciuri
. F
orget him
, we were made to be together
.”

“Uh – no
.”
He was a
demanding little dream suitor although she had to admit p
art of her was intrigued about giving in to his offer. After all it was just a dream and quite fra
nkly she’d never had a wet one
before, why not explore it?

“Then perhaps I can make
you forget.”

“How arrogant…” Her voice trailed off when
his eyes flashed a bright emerald color. Dream or not that was just weird. Her heart jumped in her chest and
Kyra willed herself to wake up.
It was a pointless effort
.

“You do
not
want to deny me, do you?
” He
was in front of her seeming to move at the speed of thought.

Those eyes. Beautiful. She was drawn to them, could get lost in their shining brilliance. How did they gleam so bright? He was close, too close but she wouldn’t have moved even if the cool glass weren’t pressed against her back. His breath warmed her lips.
Never had a dream felt so detailed, so real. His head dipped slowly. It was more than enough time for her to turn away but she didn’t. It was just a kiss
,
in a dream. No harm. His lips grazed hers and Kyra
cran
ed
her neck
as Dumitri gathered her in
his embrace.

The material of the bodice gave way
from behind
as he traced one finger down the middle of
her back. She gasped in surprise
which only provided
him further access to her mouth. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, Dumitri plundered the deep recess
es
, demonstrating
just how complete
ly and masterfully he could
take her body. He pushed the torn material of her dress down
over the swell of her
hips until it pooled at her
feet.

Dumitri groaned at the feel of
her
full plump breasts molded
against him, hi
s already aroused cock strained
against the snug fit of his pants, threatening to burst through. He tore his mouth away fr
om hers long enough to scoop Kyra
up in his arms, cradling her there while he strode to the massive bed.
His fangs threatened to burst through at the acceptance reflected in her eyes. He swooped down to taste her again
.

E
xquisite
,
he thought,
laying her on the bed and
pulling away
only to
take in the perfection of her dark shapely
body
. Although slender, she hadn’t conformed to the anorexic style of beauty. His eyes lingered over her round breasts before skimming the flatness of her stomach, traveling further to settle on the hairless juncture between her thighs.

This is a dream
, she reminded herself. The cool crispness of the sheets was like a lifeline to her drowning senses.

“I can’t do this.”

“You can, you belong with
me.
A da înãuntru, meu dulciuri
. Submit to me, my sweet.”

Without waiting for further protest or her
acquiescence, he cupped one breast
in
a large hand
, his eyes eag
erly feasting on the firm mound before diving in to sample
her flesh.

Kyra arched her back against the wonderfully hot sensation of his mouth on her sensitive nipple. He strummed the other with his thumb while laving the object of choice with his tongue.

“
A da înãuntru
, submit to me. You are mine,
meu dulciuri
.”

“This isn’t real
,
” she
denied,
all the
while digging fingers into
his thick mane. He paid homage
to her second breast, nipping it between firm teeth until she arched against him in total abandonment.

Kyra protested when he stepped back long enough to do away with his breeches. His brief departure was soon forgotten after he rejoined her on the bed, pulling both her legs over his shoulders
. She recognized the look on his face. Pure lust.
Desire
rushed throu
g
h
her as h
e eased down
onto his forearms until his nose pressed
against the outer folds of her labi
a. He delved between her nether lips with the
tip until
he reached
her
clit.
Her breath caught in her throat in anticipation. The thought of what would follow
was enough to begi
n a slow throbbing in he
r core. When his tongue reached out to gift her with one long lap Kyra felt as if she would come undone.

More
, she begged silently.

His throaty laughter wafted through her mind.

Dumitri’s following
strokes were deliberately slo
w. He toyed with her until she crooned. His tongue
un
dulated against her nubbin and
she clawed at the bedspread in an effort to keep from
holding his head in place
. He
pushed one finger into her
sheath just as his to
ngue darted out to begin a new
program of assault on her sensitized clit. Kyra felt as if she were coming apart, literally. Unable to control her mounting desire, she finally succumbed to the urge to push his face further into her now gyrating mound.

“Oh yes… yes,
”
she moaned.

Just when she thought she could take no more, when she wou
ld explode, Dumitri raised his head and leaned forward with glowing
predatory eyes.

“Do you submit,
meu dulciuri
?”

“Yes, yes to anything, please.” Was he torturing her on purpose?

“As you wish.”

He
spread her thighs and anchored himself in
between them, then
pressed
the head of his cock
forward
until it rested at the threshold
of
her channel
.
Dumitri
inched forward just enough to tease her with the shallow penetration.
Kyra’
s world tilted on its
axis. W
ords
alone
couldn’t describe the sensation.
But s
he had never felt so whole in her entir
e life. She moaned her encouragement it was the only form of communication she was capable of.
In a single thrust he buried himself deep inside her
.
Kyra let out a protesting yelp as
he stretched and filled
her
in a way she never experienced. The pain of their joining registered through the arousal.

A dream shouldn’t hurt
, the thought seeped
in
to
her mind as the pain began to subside. Her fantasy lover had become deathly still, his large hands holding her hips in place while her body
adjusted to his size
.

“
Tu eºti al me, acum ºi de-a pururi
. You are mine now and forever,” he
whispered.

He withdrew only to drive forward
again with
slow deep thrusts that
left her gasping for air. S
he
matched his rhythm, loving the sensual heat generated by their friction. She welcomed the deep thrusts that brought him balls-deep inside
her, over and over, until there was no distinction where one began and the other ended.

“
Tu eºti al meu, acum ºi de-a pururi. Tu eºti al meu, acum ºi de-a pururi
.”

He pulled he
r legs around his waist and
leaned further into the thrusts, nipping at her neck.

Oh yes
. She clutched her legs around his waist, holding on tight as her climax washed over her in a burst of vibrant colors. Her pulsing channel throbbed around him, just as she felt two
pricks at the base of her neck
.
She thought she would faint from the pleasur
e.

Passing out in a dream would
have to be a first.

She was in the throes of a second orgasm when he finally exploded within her, his seed flooding her womb in a long gush.

“Drink,” he demanded, offering his wrist, spotted with a trickle of blood where he’d just made a small incision.

“What?” She was disoriented. Her body felt both light and heavy, both tired and exhilarated at the same time.

“Drink now.”

“Ask me another time. I’m too tired.” Was he really offering his blood? What a weird dream.

“
Meu dulciuri
, you must drink now.” He forced the wrist to her mouth before she could protest further.

It’s only a dream
, Kyra reminded herself as her mouth latched on
to the throbbing vein opened for
her. The sweet metallic taste of him flooded her system in a blinding rush of light, bombarding her mind with images that jumbled toget
her in a non-sensible
mixture. Her breathing became erratic as her body craved more of him.

“Enough.” He deta
ched her thirsty mouth. F
eral eyes studied her with a possessiveness that should have sent her scurrying off the bed.

When their bodies finally calmed, Dumitri drew her into the fold of his embrace.

“Sleep now,” he ordered.

Kyra giggled, “I already am.” It was her last conscious thought.

Chapter Three

She came awake slowly, stretching tired limbs, her stiff body protesting the sudden change in position. She groaned
at the soreness radiating
from
ill-
used
muscles.

“Why do I feel like I ran a marathon?” she mumbl
ed, gradually sitting up in the
huge bed that threatened to swallow her whole. The curtains were drawn in the room, eff
ectively blocking out most
of
the light save a
beam forcing
its way through the sliver of a gap. It was obviously morning but she wondered at the exact time.
A quick glance around the
darkened room didn’t reveal one solitary clock. She doubted aristocratic women of the Renaissance era cared much about time, probably basking away their mornings in bed while servants tended to their every needs. Well, she most definitely wasn’t a Renaissance woman, she thought, tossing the covers off her naked body.