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A Love Like Blood (Mena Thrace)


A Love Like Blood by Mena Thrace

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Nothing can stop a vampire when he needs to feed.

Powerful dominate vampire Eamon knows what he wants...and after six hundred years of roaming the world, he knows how to get it.

Alivia, his beautiful blood donor, knows exactly how to leave him satisfied. They say that blood runs deep...but so does desire.

And hunger.

Eamon's an insatiable being of many tastes, and only Alivia can quench his predatory appetite.

His hunger will be sated.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Boruma Publishing    Published: 7 / 2015

No. words: 7500

Style: Paranormal Erotica, Supernatural Erotica

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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Description:
Nothing can stop a vampire when he needs to feed.
Powerful dominate vampire Eamon knows what he wants,,,and after six hundred years of roaming the world, he knows how to get it.
Alivia, his beautiful blood donor, knows exactly how to leave him satisfied.
They say that blood runs deep...but so does desire.
And hunger.
Eamon's an insatiable being of many tastes, and only Alivia can quench his predatory appetite.
His hunger will be sated.
Excerpt:
“No more talk. We don’t need it anymore.” She pulled back enough to whisper before pressing her warm lips back to his. Everything about him was just a little bit more cold than it should be.
She’d warm him up. She’d give him as much as he could ever want.
“Talking is just...wasted air.” She whispered as she raised her hands to caress his face. She smiled at him and he knew what her smile meant.
No use wasting anymore air.
He gripped her hips and pulled her against him, holding her tightly in place as he leaned in to claim her lips. They shared a slow deep kiss, their breathing growing uneven as they tasted one another. She ran her tongue over his fangs and a shiver worked through him. He pulled back, staring at her with large eyes.
Their breathing was loud, uneven. They were both a little winded from the kiss but they had not wasted one breath.
“I’m not sorry.” She grinned at him. The impish tone made him laugh. He pressed his lips to her temple, loving her all the more.
“Good. Don’t ever be. I love you just the way you are.” He whispered as his lips trailed down her face, over her neck. He savored each kiss, every shiver that worked through her. His hands held her firmly in place as he breathed out against her tender flesh. She made the kind of soft sound that could make the dead rise. And he did. She felt him straining against his pants and softly smiled to herself as she turned her head.
He knew how to make a lady feel appreciated.
His breath caught as he viewed her bared neck, primal hunger clawing at the rational part of his brain with its crimson claws.
He wanted to make the moment last but dammit, the woman had him on a short leash.
His teeth gently sank into her flesh, puncturing the skin with the careful precision of an artist. She gasped and for a moment he paused as he always did, not wanting to hurt her. But it wasn’t pain that made her gasp.
It was the sudden rush of pleasure that washed through her as his fangs pierced her. She had given him permission to slip into her mind and mute the pain but he had done one better: he turned the sensation of pain into a fantastic kind of pleasure she could experience no other way.
He wanted her to crave him as much as he craved her.
She gasped again as he inched his fangs down bit by slow bit, opening the vein with great care. Her hands knotted in his hair. She made a sound that might have been pain but they both knew better.
His kiss stung in the best of ways. He had kissed her on her wrist the week before and that had been something but nothing could compare to the time he had kissed her upon her thigh. She had climaxed so suddenly it had frightened her. After the impact she had dissolved into breathless laughter, thankful he could understand she was okay. She’d just had her mind blown was all.
The first few times had been strange despite the pleasure. She had only been with one other vampire before him and it had turned out that despite being so alike in so many ways there could be no mistaking their kisses. The similarities between the twins only went so far.
The strangeness had faded, unable to compete with the arousing excitement his lips stirred within her. He brought her ecstasy beyond measure. It had to be the textbook definition of ‘unfair trade’.
What did the alchemists like to call it? An uneven exchange.
Yeah, that felt about right.
It was a sin to enjoy what she enjoyed. She knew that. Yet she shivered with pleasure as he began to drank her in, partaking of her and savoring each drop as he had the wine from earlier. He had once commented she was better than any wine but she had her doubts. It was sweet of him to say but she still couldn’t help feel the exchange was more one-sided than she liked to think.
Not that she could think much beyond a certain point.
His hands tightened on her waist. Her knees grew weak as another shiver worked through her.
She could feel him taking from her. A tingle of delight worked its way down her spine and alighted a fire in her belly. He could easily kill her. There was nothing stopping him. Her life truly was his.
And yet he had not. He called himself a monster but he had never been anything close to a monster to her.
He was not bad no matter how much he believed he was.
But he was hungry.
She closed her eyes, unable to stop thinking about when he had bit into her thigh. He had sunk his teeth not far from her most secret hidden place, instantly setting off a chain reaction neither of them had been prepared for. After she’d been able to move again he had licked her clean, not wanting to miss one precious drop of her.


Author Information

Mena is a hedonist who loves writing, books, cats, music, vodka and caffeine. She also likes naughty tales- writing, reading and sharing a naughty tale pleases her to no end. The best thing in her world after writing something wicked is to share it with like-minded deviants.

An addicted wordslinger, she was the most hell her mother ever raised; digging into the darkest corners of her imagination and seeing what she can polish and present to others is the reason she was born.

Mena also loves M&Ms, thunderstorms, colored strands of lights and the works of Stephen King. Oral is nice, too.

She loves hearing from people who dove into her work so please don't be shy- reach out to Mena at MenaThrace@gmail.com. She doesn't bite (often or without provocation) and would love to read your thoughts!

 

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Publishers of erotic fiction


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