All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,234

my clit and sucks hard. I’m overwhelmed with the sensations flowing through me. Just a few more hard thrusts, and my orgasm crashes over me. I cry out with pleasure and keep riding Damiano’s fingers until the last of my climax ebbs away. He slows his thrusts but still gently strokes me a few more times before easing his fingers out of me.

I slump against my bonds, completely boneless, but satisfied for the first time in my life. Swift hands remove the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, and I collapse into Damiano’s waiting arms. It just feels right as he gathers me close to him.

“You were magnificent,” he says.

“You weren’t so bad yourself.”

I burrow deeper against him, scrunching my eyes shut. My heart thumps painfully in my chest. My night is almost over, and I don’t want it to be. I clutch at him, holding him tight. Maybe if I don’t let go, he’ll let me stay? All too soon, he sets me down on my feet in front of Adrian. He’s managed to locate a simple dress to put me in before smiling at me and kissing my hand.

“It was an immense pleasure. Take her home, Damiano, I’ll clean up here.”

With a nod, Damiano scoops me back up and heads over to the bar to get the collar before taking me out of the club.

Cold air whips at my body, setting shivers running through me. With indiscernible murmurs, he wraps me tighter in his arms as we make our way to the car. He deposits me into the passenger seat, and kisses my head before closing the door.

The drive back to his place is as silent as the drive to the club, only this time, there’s no excitement. More dread fills me the closer we get. What am I going to do now? I can’t go back to my normal life after this. I have to convince him to turn me. To keep me. There’s got to be some way.

Once we arrive, he opens the door, ever the gentleman, and takes my hand to lead me back to his room. Instead of going to my bedroom or even the sitting area, we head to the dining room.

“Give me just a few minutes,” he says.

He disappears into the kitchen, leaving me with my myriad of thoughts. I try to clear my mind and come up with rational arguments, but nothing else except my libido is coming up with anything.

“I hope you’re hungry. I’m not sure what you like, but I brought the most normal dishes I have.”

“Normal?” The smells wafting from his plate are divine. My stomach starts growling and I curl my arms around me, trying to quiet the noise.

“It’s no use. I already heard it,” he says.

He places the plate in front of me, and takes his glass filled with a dark, thick liquid to the chair at the opposite side of the table. The dish doesn’t look familiar, but I can at least recognize what looks like mashed potatoes, some form of meat, and an odd vegetable. I poke at it a bit, trying to figure out what to tackle first. Mashed potatoes win out, and I slide a forkful into my mouth.

“Dear god, this is good! How in the hell did you improve on freaking mashed potatoes?”

He chuckles as he sips his drink. “I told you, I am a chef. What did you expect? Everything I make, even if it’s only me eating it, is prepared like I would do it in my restaurant. But I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It actually warms my heart when people enjoy my food.”

I slide the plate in front of me and rest my elbows on the table. Damiano gives me a pointed look but remains silent. “Look. About tonight. Does it really have to end here? I mean, what’s wrong with continuing on for a little bit and seeing where this leads us?” I say.

His eyes are sympathetic as he shakes his head. “No, cara. I told you, this was only for tonight. Nothing can continue after this.”

“But why? You still haven’t given me a reason.”

Sighing, he sets the glass down and stares at me for a second. “A vampire cannot fully co-exist with a human. You are way too fragile.”

“Okay, but you could turn me, and then I’ll be as durable as you.”

His face pulls up into a grimace. “No, cara. I cannot turn you.”

An ache starts in my stomach. He doesn’t want me. “Can’t, or won’t?”

“If