Sophie Andrews just wants to sell the old house she inherited from her grandmother. But when she finds a seductive stranger living there, she succumbs to an ancient, all-consuming lust. WARNING: This explicit 4,300 word story contains explicit sex between a human female and a sexy male vampire. More
Out of work and with student loans due, Sophie needs cash - fast. So when she inherits her estranged grandmother's old house, her plan is to sell it as quickly as possible.
When she gets wind that someone is living in the house, she decides to try and reason with them to avoid a long legal process. But Sophie is about to discover a dark, sexy stranger who ignites her desires in a way she's never felt before...
WARNING: This explicit 4,300 word story contains explicit sex between a human female and a sexy male vampire.
Philippe stretched languidly. His muscles rippled and flowed as he reclined like a cat on the couch.
The intensity of his gaze made her think she was the mouse. “No?”
"Money has limits. It's entertaining, liberating, and so much more - but it cannot make you whole." His gaze left her eyes and roamed her body. "Not like you can."
For a moment Sophie felt utterly naked. Her nipples hardened under her t-shirt. A sudden slight dampness spread from her sex. She felt lightheaded and swallowed. "What do you mean?"
"Our families have been friends for a very, very long time. For good reason. Our destinies are bound to your bloodline." Philippe slid effortlessly from the couch to his feet.
Sophie wanted to get up, wanted to scream, to run. But his gaze held her frozen in the armchair. "What? I don’t understand."
"Sophie, you are a very special woman. I felt it the moment you arrived." The man slinked toward her and sank down on his knees in front of her.
"Did you feel us?"
"Feel what?" she gasped. But as he asked, she did feel something…
Just a tingle of sensation, right on the edge of her vision and just out of hearing. A presence. In one smooth movement, Philippe parted her thighs and pressed her helplessly back into the armchair.
Sophie gulped. She felt the man’s weight between her thighs and squeezed instinctively. Philippe stared into her eyes. “Feel me,” he whispered.
She didn’t expect the searing, hungry kiss. Nor did she expect how right it felt to open to this lush invasion. Philippe’s lips captured her own again and again. His tongue flicked slick against her own, a fusion of cool and hot and wet sensation that left her dizzy with lust.