The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Read Free Page B

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    Strange, he is a Vampire.  That has certainly never
happened to me before.
    Unable to stop obsessing over him and worse yet, to realise
what the two men were even doing to me any longer, I peeled my eyes open again.
 I was shocked, yet delighted— yet shocked at myself for being delighted— that
his gleaming blue eyes had never departed from me.  They were the most intense,
the most expressive eyes I had ever beheld. 
    In that very instant I was utterly captivated by him.
    Then, to my dismay, I was picked up and flipped over, the
Italian male coming forward and pushing his cock into my face, forcing my
concentration away from him .  Though I was no longer in the position to see him, nonetheless, with every move I made, with every thrust of them into my
body, I felt him watching me, making me involuntarily hotter by the
second.  I found myself wanting to keep eye contact with him, wanted to be
staring into his eyes while my body was being taken by them.
    In such a daze I was over him that I had scarcely even
realised that they had finished with me.  Paying them little attention, I rose
up and quickly located him.  Easily spotting his long, wavy pale blonde locks,
with one last evocative look into his deep eyes, I exited the stage.
    My heart began pounding in my chest as I raced back to my
chamber to cleanse myself of my performance.  I knew I had plenty of time
before I had to reappear for the selection process, so I decided to draw myself
a bath so that I would be fresh for him.  There was no question in my mind that,
after what we had obviously shared, he would be there waiting for me, to
request my services.
    As I lay there in the bath, I could think of nothing else. 
Never before had I been so affected by someone.  I did not quite know what to
think of it.
    I don’t know what it is about him.  Never has a man—
human or Vampire— gotten to me as this.  Sure, I have been attracted to
other men, intensely desired them even, and relished my experiences with
them; but still, that was nothing like this.  That was merely a physical
desire, whereas this is so much deeper.  If my entire lifetime was to pass by
and never did I see him again, still I would not be able to shake this
impression he has marked upon me.  
    It is as though he has touched my very soul, though how
he has done that with nothing more than a mere look, baffles me.  If he has had
this big an impact upon me from a look alone, I cannot imagine how it will be
if ever I actually have the occasion to physically be with him, talk with him. 
Furthermore, paradoxically, the thought of not having that chance, already has
my soul aching for the significant loss it would suffer as consequence. 
    Rather anxiously, I rose from the tub, becoming more excited
with each passing minute as I dried and prepared myself to go to receive him. 
I quickly smoothed my strawberry hair and slipped into my slinky, nearly
transparent, long silk dress.  Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I
smiled at myself in approval.  As I exited the grand room, my stomach filled
with butterflies.  By the time I arrived back at the performer’s lounge, my
head was so light, I could scarcely see straight.
    Of course, I had to wait my turn to be presented for
selection, which only gave the butterflies more time to affect me.  By the time
my turn had come, I felt nearly nauseous!  Stepping up onto the platform, my
heart began racing within my chest.  I knew that the heightened reaction of the
blood within my body would serve to make the Vampires that much more crazy. 
Likely, they would all want me to select them.  Nevertheless, none of that
mattered to me. 
    All that mattered was one .
    I walked forwards, my eyes scanning the throng of zealous
Vampires crowded around the platform down below me, looking for the only one I
was here for.  Actually, I was somewhat surprised that I was having to look for
him at all.  I had expected he would be eagerly right in