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clung to him, letting his tongue plunder my mouth with a sensuousness I had never before experienced. Sweet mother , I thought, all this from just a kiss? What would it feel like if we...
    "Roger..."
I blinked, gazing into the emerald green depths of his eyes. I leaned my forehead on his chest and let out a long shuddering sigh. "God, Marcus ... you are incredible. I felt as though you and I were flying."
"We were." He stepped back, letting his cape fall from my shoulders. I looked around me, then back at him, then away again. Where the hell were we?
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Chapter Two
    "Wh ... where are we?" I stammered, taking in the high walls that surrounded us. This wasn't Mark's patio!
"We are in my home, Roger. I bid you welcome."
"But how...?" I looked around me. "How did we get here?"
There was that mesmerising smile again. "Just as you said, Roger. We flew."
"But ... that's not possible," I whispered. "Unless..."
A horrible realisation slowly began to dawn on me. That ultra-smart tux and cloak were not parts of a costume. "You
... you're not a ... a ... vamp ... vampire, are you?" I stammered.
He shucked off the cape from his shoulders and loosened his shirt collar. "These get to be too much after a while, don't you think? Look at you, wearing next to nothing..."
    He pulled off his tux jacket, followed quickly with his shirt, then paused, letting me drink in the sight of his glorious, masculine beauty. I'd been right. Beneath that formal attire was the body of a god—finely honed, naturally sculpted. A body that could never be attained by hours in the gym. This man was godlike, even though I knew him to be anything but that. He might look like a god, but from what I knew of vampires—and I fancied myself quite the academician on that subject—he was closer to being a devil. Not, I may add, one covered in gold sparkles and wearing an itsy bitsy gold bikini, but the real McCoy!
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He stepped towards me, and I backed up, just a tad.
"Wait," I said, my voice sounding decidedly wimpy.
"For what?" His teeth showed in his smile.
Cripes , I thought. Had they grown? Didn't that mean he was ready to feed? Feed ! I looked for the way out. There was no way out. "Roger..." His voice was low and soothing. "Are you afraid of me?"
"Of course I'm afraid of you. You ... you're a vampire.
You're going to bite my neck, suck my blood..."
"I'd rather suck your cock."
"Wh ... what?" Despite myself, his words caused a stirring in my groin.
"Why do you think I brought you here, to my home? If all I had wanted was to drink your blood, I could have done that on your friend Mark's patio." He stepped nearer. I didn't back up.
"But I want so much more than that," he continued, his voice soothing my jumpy nerves. "Forgive my earlier crude remark. I merely wanted to take your mind off the blood sucking aspect of vampirism. You see ... I want to make love to you, Roger."
     
"Wait," I put my hand on his chest which was covered in a light dusting of black hair and as hard as marble. "I ... I don't usually do that right away. I mean ... uh ... you know ... why don't we talk for a little while. Get to know one another. That kind of thing," I finished lamely.
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"An admirable sentiment," he said, holding my hand pressed to his chest. "And of course, I have an advantage over you, having first seen you some three weeks ago."
    What ... three weeks?
"Wait a minute," I protested. " Where , three weeks ago? I didn't see you. I know I'd remember that."
He reached out and ran his thumb over my lower lip. I almost fainted dead away. He caught me as I staggered then held me close to his bare chest. My breath was coming in great gasping gulps.
"Shh, shh..." He kissed me gently. "I saw you leaving your local cinema, and I followed you home. For the past three weeks, I have been ... stalking you. I think that is the expression one uses."
    "Stalking me?" I