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Sanguinary Seductions - "Betrayed by a Kiss"
From eXtasy Books
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Love and death are eternal.or are they?

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The Excerpt:
You're leaving me, just like that?" Deeanne asked, her heart slamming against her ribs. Denying it, denying his words, she drew the silk sheet protectively to her chin, watching him.

He stood immobile as a statue looking through the holowindow, silhouetted by the purple moonlight. A contradiction of shadows and light, this man, who was no man, but a monster. An alien monster.

"Yes," he said. "I must."

The rich timbre of his voice caressed, making her shiver with its honey and its menace. Tonight was no exception. But now she also trembled with fear. She hadn't been afraid for a very long time. "But why must you go?"

He turned to her then, his gaze upon her, purple-tinged. He de-activated the hologram with a sweep of his hand. Where moments before the image behind him had been of the night on his homeworld, now there was only the bare, cream wall of their London apartment.

"Don't cry, Dee!" He took one step toward her and halted, spreading his hands. "I told you this day would come, when we first became lovers. You bit me then. I would much rather you bite me again, than weep." His smile was tentative. "I have been with you for seven years, faithful to you. For a vampire that is extraordinary."

"I should be grateful?" She couldn't keep the bitterness from her voice.

"I don't want your gratitude. We've enjoyed ourselves, now it's time to part. Men of the Blood are fickle. You knew one day I would leave you for another."

"And you've found this other woman?" Anger replaced the fear; she trembled with it. Her skin flushed, her temples pounded, but rage fuelled the lust. Her secret women's flesh betrayed her, craving him, even in his moment of treachery. She tore the silk sheet with her nails. She would have much preferred to rend his flesh.

He laughed gently. "I smell your sex. Your body knows, but your intellect rejects. Let me love you again. Take your mind from what will be, Deeanne."

She drew in her breath. He rarely used her full name, only in moments of pleasure or anger did he call her thus, much preferring the shortened version of Dee. What was his mood? He gave no hint, his wine-dark eyes were unfathomable-she had learnt to understand him, his mercurial spirit, but now he was a stranger. Even their mindlink was denied her. That betrayal hurt the most.

A vampire and his woman forged a psychic bond through blood and flesh and time. It could never be sundered. Whatever other lies existed between them, the link would remain constant. He had said that and she believed him. Was this yet another lie to win her love, her loyalty?

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