Kelly needs to get herself a fetish. A newly-converted vampire, she’s quiet, conservative, and prone to panic attacks. When her friend drags her to a vampire fetish club, she meets Marcus, a walking manual on sexual pleasure. Marcus is captivating and dangerous and knows exactly what he wants. With a single-minded purpose, he scoops Kelly up from her abnormal, disillusioned life and shows her the pleasures of immortality. His obsession with her body knows no limits, and her desire only burns hotter every time he touches her. She drives him insane with the blinding need to hear her scream his name with absolute abandon. Marcus shows her the true world of vampires, which is more magical than Kelly had ever dreamed.
"My name is Marcus, what’s yours?" He smiled encouragingly at me as his eyes raked my body and made my cheeks burn again.
He seemed so predatory, so dangerous. The thought made me laugh in my head, where he couldn’t question it or wonder why I had. If one of us were a hunter, it wasn’t him. "Kelly," I said.
He held my hand still, bringing it to his lips with an aching slowness.
My body warmed at the sight of him bent over me. He was almost possessive in the way he looked at me. And I was shocked when he completely ignored a particularly fabulous brunette dancing beside us. She eyed him right in front of me, not attempting in the least to hide it.
"A pleasure to meet you," he said, just before his lips touched my knuckles, eyes rolling up to meet mine.
"Same," I whispered, looking at Sara for guidance.
This was a specimen I had never encountered before. Was there precedence for how you dealt with such boldness? Sara would know that, but she just shook her head, and threw me into the deep end yet again.