The room was dim, the air thick with the scent of lavender and something unspoken, a tension that coiled like smoke between them.

Chloe's knees trembled as she climbed onto the bed, never breaking eye contact with Valerius. He lay back against the pillows, his vampire beauty both terrifying and enthralling in the low light.

She straddled his hips, one hand reaching between them to guide his hardening length to her entrance. Then, slowly, she sank, taking him inside her inch by delicious ...