Daray St. Johns laid his head back against the cushions of the overstuffed sofa, closing his eyes, and sighed almost wearily.
"You looked relaxed, Daray." A very familiar female voice stated as she entered the private office.
The music pounded loudly, vibrating across the floor before she closed the door, the private room soundproofed so any occupants could not hear what was going on in the club on the other side of that door. That fact and also so that the clubbers could not hear what went on in the office as well.
His dark eyes opened to only tiny slits and although he kept his head reclined against the cushions; he could see her crossing toward him, her gaze locked upon his face. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman Daray had ever seen before, with her long, flowing blond hair that came to just the top of her rounded hips, swinging back and forth as she crossed the room toward him.
Her face seemed almost angelic, with large blue eyes that never wavered from his face; her lips full and pink as she gave him a slow smile, knowing he was watching her. Behind those liquid blue eyes however, Daray knew there lay no angel. Quite the contrary.
Inside this utterly breathtaking woman's body lay a monster, a monster that had purposely sought him out, seduced him only two weeks before he was to marry his childhood sweetheart. And after he had collapsed in spent passion, barely conscious she had coaxed him onto his back, nuzzling his neck with soft, warm purrs of bliss and contentment.
And then pain, blinding white pain at first followed quickly by a heavy lethargy as she began to drain the life-giving blood from his body. Not enough to kill him, which she could have so easily done, but enough to quench her hunger, and to keep him alive to appease her lust for all of eternity.
For over one hundred years, Daray St. Johns was frozen in a body that would never age, never grow ill, or never die unless it was at her hands. Bound to her by blood and even a hint of fear that she held his life so easily in her hands. The threat always just below the surface that if he did not please her when she commanded him to, she would kill him.
Anise Dupree stopped in front of him, staring down at his incredibly handsome face and felt her blood heat to a boiling point. She could not believe her good fortune at finding such an unbelievable human being in Daray so many years ago. Not only was he wickedly handsome, but also when she had seduced him, she discovered that his looks were not the only treasures his body held.
He had given her the most amazing afternoon of pure, raw and hot sex that she had been searching for so many, many years. Her body had been craving a man like Daray for centuries and at last she had found him. Her decision to turn him into one of her kind, binding him to her, had been made the moment he sank that luscious length of his body inside her.
Anise straddled his hips, sitting down astride him and leaned forward to begin almost savagely assaulting his lips beneath her own. She knew he had gone out tonight to feed; she could taste the fresh blood he had drank still upon his lips, the telltale scent of a woman upon his face, the faint hint of perfume upon his clothing.
"Was she good, Daray?" She asked, pulling back slightly to speak and those dark eyes opened fully at last to gaze back at her.
"Yes." He answered her honestly and a flash of jealousy flashed through her body as the blue eyes darkened like an oncoming storm.
Her anger sprang to life with him as she once again sought his mouth, her tongue forcing him to part his lips, hearing the small grunt of protest at her action. She scoured the insides of his mouth with her tongue, exploring each and every recess she could reach, wiping out all traces of the other woman she could find.
Anise bit down hard on his lower lip and she felt him wince in pain. Her heartbeat quickening inside her chest, as she could now taste the blood from the cut she had just given him. It drove her to near insanity to have more from him and she began to suck harshly at the wound until he pushed her back and away, his eyes glaring up at her in anger.
"Just a little, Daray, please." She begged softly, her hands coming up to cover his upon her arms, forcibly pulling them away and pressing them back against the cushions on either side of his head, pinning him for the moment.
"You damn near killed me the last time, Anise." He hissed on a breath and she gave him a rueful grin.
"Your blood is like an aphrodisiac to me, Daray, sweet, full of life and vitality but I promise, I won't hurt you this time." She told him softly, knowing before that she had barely been able to control herself when she began drinking of the sweet nectar from his veins and it had taken him literally weeks to recover.
"But first I want you inside me, Daray. I want to feel the power of your feeding tonight, you're always so gratifying after you've fed." She breathed heavily, releasing his hands and quickly attempting to unfasten the waistband of his jeans.