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with you here,” she purred.
    He planted a trail of kisses down her skin, circling her navel
with his tongue. She squirmed and said, “That tickles.”
    “I like finding all your ticklish spots.” He kissed farther
down, focusing on her inner thighs. “How about here?” He licked a smooth trail
up to her most sensitive area, peering at her with those intense blue eyes.
    She caught her breath, unable to speak. She shook her head.
    Danton took his time, tasting every centimeter of her
quivering flesh, shooting her to an unprecedented climax.
    When she returned to earth, she straddled him and stroked
his massive cock to make sure he was ready. She rolled a condom onto his
erection and then climbed on top of him, taking the lead. She rode him slowly
at first and then grinded against him more intensely as the pressure mounted.
Danton gripped her tiny waist, lifted his hips to thrust against her. The fire
building inside her spread to every nerve in her body but focused on the bundle
of nerves in her clit. It ached for more of him. Harder, faster, she rode him
until volts of electricity rocked through her. She closed her eyes and, arching
her back, she reveled in the ecstasy.
    Danton growled an inhuman sound. He buried his fingers in
her hips and thrust so deeply into her, she yelped. When she reopened his eyes,
she saw the pleasure spread across his face as his body emptied into her.
     
    Tracy scoured the contents of her fridge while she brewed
coffee. It was already eleven a.m., but still time for breakfast.
    “Do you eat human food?”
    “Yes.”
    “Oh I wasn’t sure.”
    “When I’m in human form, just think of me as human,” he
explained. “I eat, drink, make love just like a human male.”
    Maybe so, she thought. But no man ever made love to her the
way he did.
    He had the towel wrapped around his waist. She found it hard
to concentrate on making breakfast with her sexual appetite constantly stirred
by his entrancing face, broad chest and finely cut abs. Even though they had
made love just minutes ago, she had to fight the desire to mount him again on
her kitchen chair and run her hands through his hair.
    “You’re blushing.” He interrupted her sexual fantasy. “What
are you thinking?”
    “Nothing.” She buried her face in the fridge for cover. “I’m
still hot from the bedroom.”
     
    Danton fried eggs while Tracy cut up fruit and poured them
coffee. They ate their breakfast in her tiny, retro, red-and-yellow decorated
kitchen, listening to a Nina Simone CD.
    “I like this music,” he said. “It’s different from the club.”
    Tracy couldn’t agree more. Vamps played all sorts of
alternative, goth, techno, underground eighties music, with the occasional live
rock bands. Although she loved the vibe and the music of the club, she craved
something less intense in the mornings. She’d drink coffee and listen to the
jazz brunch programs on Sundays or Frank Sinatra or Nina Simone CDs during the
week.
    “I like to listen to this on Sunday mornings. Helps me
unwind after working Saturday night.”
    They ate breakfast in silence for several minutes, listening
to Nina sing Wild is the Wind . Danton appeared intent on listening to
the music coming from her vintage-looking stereo mounted on the counter, which
was docked with modern technology.
    After they finished eating and were on a second cup of
coffee each, he asked, “What did you mean about the man who attacked you last
night being taken care of?” His eyes expressed his concern, touching her
deeply. How could they be the same eyes that flashed anger last night when he
was about to crush Brian to a lifeless pulp?
    “I have a restraining order out on him.”
    “What’s that?”
    “It means there’s a court order for him not to come near me.”
    Danton snorted. “That worked well.” He took a sip of his
coffee.
    “It would,” Tracy said defensively, “if I called the cops.
Which I might have done had a stone statue not come to life and