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“See, that’s another reason I’m not afraid. You say things like that and for some reason, I believe it.”
“Then, let’s go inside.”
After retracting my fangs, I remove my hands from the hood, take her hand, and lead her into my home. As long as I’ve been in Hollow Grove, she’s the first human to enter, the only one. All my years roaming this earth have taught me not to trust. so where I lay my head and call home is sacred.
“How many people live here with you?” she asks once we are through the foyer and in my family room.
“Just me. My brother, Amadi, comes by sometimes, but he has his own spot.”
“Vampires have siblings?” she asks with surprise.
“Yes, siblings and parents. My dad is a vamp and my mother was human.”
She casually walks around my family room as if she’s familiar and I enjoy watching her. She’s wearing a long brown dress that clings to every inch of her curvy body. With each slow step, her hips sway and her plump ass barely manages not to swallow the dress. Enani’s built like a goddess and I want to worship her.
Her hand runs across my mantle and she looks back at me. I’m leaning on the trim of the arched entryway to the room I didn’t step inside fully because I love the view of her in my space.
“These statues are beautiful. Do you mind if I touch one?”
“No, you can touch anything you want, even the owner,” I say and she flashes her beautiful ass smile.
“I’m here for you to touch me, remember?”
“I remember, but touching can go both ways. I will not stop you. Trust me.”
She lifts my figurine of a chief from the Edo people of Nigeria. “The attention to detail is amazing. Wow, it’s heavy too. What is this made of?
“Bronze and iron. They’re all made of metal—iron, brass, bronze, gold, copper, silver, or alloy. The Ethiopian twins on the end are gold.”
“Beautiful. You really like African art.”
“I do. My origins are in Ethiopia and I’ve been all over the continent.”
“Alone? No mate?” she asks while staring at a framed abstract piece I picked up in Egypt.
“I’ve had few companions but none were as beautiful, sexy, and intriguing as you and none were my mate,” I say as I step over to her.
She laughs lowly then utters, “That energy again.”
“What if I told you I feel that shit too? That I’ve felt it since Blood Lust and I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I’d say I’m glad I decided to come here then. Today has been a rollercoaster of emotions and complications. I’m so tired of the ups and downs. I just want to end this day on a good note, you know? Do something that feels good, something that isn’t complicated at all.” She leans back into me and takes a deep breath. Then she dips her head to the right and rubs her hand on her neck. “Bite me.”
Those two words have never sounded so fucking sexy. My fangs pop out and my damn dick swells in my sweats.
“Fuck,” I damn near growl in her ear. “But not there,” I say and her pretty, chocolate eyes stretch big.
“Where?”
“Come with me over here and I’ll show you.” She takes my hand and I lead her toward my leather sofa. When we reach the rug, she stops.
“Let me take my shoes off.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to, please. I feel like I should be comfortable when I do this,” she says and I nod. After stepping out of her kicks, she turns to face me, her expressive eyes displaying excitement and nervousness. “On the sofa?” she asks.
“Yeah, sit down.”
