I’m creating an excerpt so I can get a few readers. This part won’t come until later chapters.

As Alexander knocked on the motel door, his lips tightened. He’d have to fight two temptations tonight. First, his urge to surrender her to the dark, even though that was his mission. The second, and probably the hardest to resist, was Marie’s unbelievably sexy body, even though that was about the only reason he was putting off his mission. He was tempted in both ways; and in both ways, he refused to take her.

        Biting off a groan at the erotic images in his head, he was about to knock again, when the latch on the door unlocked, and it opened just enough that he could see one, cornflower eye, and one ringlet of naturally curled sunshine gold hair. Seeing who was at her door at such a late hour, the eye widened. “Alex?” She questioned meekly.

        Stiffening, his brow rose. “That’s Alexander, Marie,” he corrected sternly. He was able to see the top of one cute cheek turn pink.

        “Sorry…uh…do you…want to come in?” She questioned modestly, her eye turning back to the room. He nodded, and waited for her to open the door.

        As he entered, he turned to close the door behind himself, and turned back to her just in time to see her slim body scurrying to the bed to take her robe.

        It was a blue see-through thing that had silver and white snow flakes on it. She turned around to modestly smile as she slipped it on. Before it covered her completely, he caught a glimpse of the pale blue silk nightgown that reached her ankles, but with a square cleavage. Except for the attractive V it made in between her humble breasts. He thanked the Gods that she wasn’t wearing red.

        But the image itself was so vivid, the undesired effects came about on their own. He felt his fangs instinctively grow, and his crotch harden at the sight of such sinful deliciousness on the innocent. He sucked through the roof of his mouth to retract his fangs, and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He cleared his throat, and she explained, “Please excuse the way I’m dressed. I was just going down to bed.” He nodded in acceptance, and took a few steps forward. He brushed past her, catching hints of her heady feminine scent; musky, yet flowery.

He sat on the bed, and she stood in front of him, her robe wrapped tight enough around her to show every curve of her body. They were minimal, but he’d bet the ones on top would fit just right into his mouth. His mouth watered, and he forced himself not to drool, tempted to lick his lips. “I want a word.”

Nodding in agreement, she sat down, her hair, that looked white from the moonlight, flicked into the air as she tucked it behind her ear. Then she tightened her robe again, and covered her chest, then turned to him, and asked, “Can I ask you something first?” He blinked, then shrugged, kicked off his boots, and leaned back on the pillows, one of his elbows resting on his bent knee, and the other on the very edge of the bed for support. She watched all of his movements, her eyes avid and interested. She tried to look up, but that failed, so she looked down at her robe, where she absently fondled the strings that held the two sides together.

“You dance very well,” she said softly, so at first it seemed like she had complimented herself.

Unsure of what else to say, he thanked her: “Well…thank you. That was rather…unexpected.”

She laughed, which he knew was at herself, then said to him while shaking her head, “I’m sorry. I was trying to tell my story, and that basically came out. What I meant to say…was…”

He waited patiently for her to say so. She paused a lot when she talked. He had wondered many times if that was how she would be with her men when she finally managed to find herself one. Was she as innocent as she looked? Or was she the kind that loved to be the dominant?

Both images were plastered into his mind. Marie on her back, her skin flushed, and relaxingly hugging him as he slid in and out of her…slowly, and wetly. But perhaps she’d be the type who’d demand to be on top, give a decent blow job first, and then ride him like a mighty stallion. He felt himself harden even more, and he resisted the instant impulse to reach down and relieve himself.

He did allow himself a silent groan though, just before she said, “Well, at the ball, after we danced…” She blushed again, and this time, he smiled.

He remembered that night, and what they did together on the balcony. He could still taste her lips, and feel her frightened arms around him. “Um…I talked to some people after you left and…” She looked up, her usually soft blue eyes that held hints of purple were dark as she said, “they couldn’t see your reflection.”

He frowned, and struggled for a logical explanation. He had never encountered a problem with his identity. But then it took him a while to notice there were mirrors in the ballroom, with all those lights. “Really?” He said, feigning surprise. “I could see it. Perhaps it was because there were so many lights in the ceiling; except where we were dancing.”

She nodded, and blew out a breath of relief. “I knew you would have some kind of explanation Alexander.” She rose, and uncrossed her chest, and he finally became aware at what she was hiding. Her nipples poked through the robe like diamonds. This time he did lick his lips, but his fangs didn’t grow this time luckily. “I’m sorry to pounce that on you when you had something to say, but I felt you had to be justified. Call me obsessive, but it’s just that I can’t stand to see someone unjustly accused of something. I mean, I know it’s not a big deal, but--”

He cut her off with his finger, rising to reach her lips with it. They were plump, and soft, like lilies in their ripest bloom. Dear Gods what he wouldn’t give to taste those lips. Not the blood he knew would be abundant inside of them; just her lips. What the hell? He decided. Perhaps if he satisfied one of his cravings for her, the other might go away. So, he could either turn her at midnight like he was supposed to, or show her the pleasures of the flesh with a true expert. He chose the latter. Gliding his finger back and forth over her lips, he said, “You know something Marie?”

As if she was afraid to answer, she shook her head slowly, causing more full contact of his finger on her lips. He grinned at her, dropped his finger so he could cup her cheek, then leaned forward a little bit, and said, “You talk too much.”

Her lips opened in indignation, and he took that opportunity to take them. She yelped onto his lips, and her hands tightened at her sides, until like a catapult, they launched behind his back, and he felt his mouth being devoured. But instead of responding, and pressing her against him like he wanted to, he pulled back, removing her arms from around his neck. He nipped at her lips slowly, in an attempt to slow her.

Deciding the easiest way to make it pleasurable for the young virgin, while slow and memorable at the same time, he walked around her, and before she could turn around, he gripped her hip with his hand, and using the angle of her shoulders, he tugged her robe down, making her shudder as it sighed to the floor.

She arched her neck in offering, her desire clear.

Knowing what she wanted, he leaned down to it, his lips parted, and he realized with sudden shock that his fangs were growing again. And this time, he was too close to her flesh to retract them in time…