“Okay, explain it to me then. How is it dangerous for a vampire to love a human?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You age and die, while we stay young and unchanged.”
Thinking about it, that does sound rather depressing. “I guess. But then why don’t you just keep your sights set on vampire women? It would save you the heartache. Besides, vampires are a hell of a lot more attractive than humans, so I can’t imagine it’d be too hard to fall in love with one.” Okay, I wish I hadn’t said all that. It kind of revealed some of my own feelings in a round about way.
“That’s a good question. The thing is, I don’t find vampire women appealing because they are too similar to me, too polished. Humans are so much more passionate and unpredictable – exciting you could say. The unpredictability draws me, as well as my attraction to their blood.”
“Oh.”
“Do you remember some of the things I said to you in my bed, the first night we had sex?” he asks, no holds barred
“Uh, not really. I was a little zoned out. I do remember you speaking a lot of Romanian.” And it being hot as all hell.
He pulls me in tight, pressing his fingers into the dip at my hip bone. His other hand travels to my neck, where he caresses my throat. I tremble against him. “I tend to revert back to my mother tongue when I get…excited,” he explains.
I tremble again. Ninety-five per cent of the words that leave his mouth are just plain shiver inducing, whether it’s sexy shivers or scary shivers. A mixture of both is good too. “So, what were some of the things you said to me?”
“There were many. Only one was important.”
“And that was?”
He sucks at my neck all open-mouthed and I turn to mush. Then he breathes in my ear, “Te iubesc. Look it up.”
God, I love it when he lets his old accent slip out like that. “Why can’t you just tell me?” I groan as he twists me around so that we’re face to face.
His smile is evil. “Because I’m shy.”
I bark out a laugh. “You, Ethan Cristescu, are so far away from shy it could break a world record.”
“Fine. I’m mysterious then.”
He lifts me up and before I know it he’s running down the roof and dropping us to the ground, so smooth I barely even feel it. Things go blurry again for a few brief seconds and then we’re inside his house and he’s throwing me onto his bed. He pulls my top off over my head and begins kissing and licking his way down my stomach, before unbuttoning the top of my pants.
“What…huh…I told you this wasn’t happening,” I protest weakly.
He flicks his tongue along my belly, where I’ve broken out into extreme goosebumps. “I think your body’s telling me otherwise, fata frumoasa,” he grins and nuzzles my abdomen.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Go ahead and break out the Romanian. You know I can’t fucking say no to that accent.”
I groan when his hand slips inside my pants, sliding over my hot folds before pulling my trousers down my legs. He throws them to the floor and kisses his way up my inner thigh. When his lips meet my core, gentle, barely there, I moan loudly. I watch as his fangs slip out and he runs them carefully over my little bundle of nerves. Good God. He does it in such a way as to not cut me, and my goodness does it feel unimaginable. His dark eyes shine up at me wickedly, and I lose myself to their depths and the sensation of his mouth moving against me.
The next morning I’m tired. I hardly slept. I spent the night mesmerised by Ethan. When we’re alone together he has this way of making me forget everything else. There are no problems, no other people, no villains – just us. I could tell he was getting sleepy as it got nearer to morning. He told me that all vampires can sense when the sun is close to coming up. It’s a survival instinct.
I watched in fascination as his features turned sleepy and he finally drifted off. Then, like the total weirdo that I am, I spent some time memorising his face in slumber before I fell under myself. I didn’t sleep for long though. I never do these days, not unless I’m completely exhausted. I have this anxiety in my belly that always manages to wake me up, this urgency that I need to be doing something. Living in this city means that there’s always somebody who needs saving, or some mission to be carried out.
I throw on my clothes and as I pass by the spare bedroom I can hear Edwards snoring loudly. He so
unds like a gigantic bumble bee. I knock on his door and the snoring immediately ceases. I wait a minute or two before peeking my head in the door. He’s sitting up in the bed with the blankets tucked around him, his grey hair sticking out in every direction.
“Good morning!” he exclaims. “My word, I think I slept nearly fifteen hours straight last night. After all the excitement of rescuing your father I must have needed it.”
“I can imagine,” I smile at him. “Are you hungry? I was going to make some breakfast.”
“I’d absolutely love some,” he answers. “I’ll just make myself presentable and I’ll be right down.”
He really is very enthusiastic. It’s strange to think that he’s half demon. If I had to guess I would have put him down as half fairy or something; he’s just so positive all the time.
I leave him to get dressed and go downstairs to see what Ethan has in his fridge. I half expect to find nothing but bottled blood, but when I open it all I find is a very normal fridge, stocked with very normal food. I absently wonder if Ethan ever drinks blood that doesn’t come straight from the vein.