Vivian's characters have often talked to her in the past, but never like this. Niall, the vampire hero of her current story, is invading her dreams and pestering her every waking minute to finish his story. He feels so real that she begins to wonder if she's losing her mind. After an amazing, erotic dream, she wakes with bite marks on her neck. Has locking herself away with only her stories for company finally driven her mad or could Niall possibly be real?
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Stranger Than Fiction
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Copyright ©2011 Silvia Violet
Vivian's heart pounded. Was he going to kiss her?
Niall wrapped one of her curls around his finger and tugged gently. Come here.
She forced herself to raise her gaze from his full lips. His rich brown eyes burned with heat. Her breath caught. She couldn't look away. Never look a vampire in the eye. Wasn't that a rule?
That's a myth. We don't need eye contact to touch your mind.
His voice inflamed her, sending electric current through her body. Her pussy tightened with painful need. She was wet and ready, and all he'd done was look at her.
He smiled at her, and she feared she might combust. His thick, dark hair and pale, smooth skin made him look as seductive as any movie vampire. She reached up, sliding her hands into his hair, needing to confirm that it felt as silky as it looked.
He groaned when she touched him and leaned down. Closer... closer. She felt as if the world were moving in slow motion. Then his lips touched hers, and she felt his need as strongly as if he'd poured it into her.
You taste so good. He licked and nibbled at her lower lip with agonizing meticulousness. She wanted more.
She slid her hands down his back and cupped his buttocks, pulling him to her. He growled and deepened the kiss. She rubbed against him, reveling in the hardness of his cock against her belly.
His lips grew more demanding. She slid her tongue into his mouth, wishing she had the courage to slide it along his fangs and see what the taste of her blood would do to him.
He broke their kiss and nibbled the side of her jaw. Then his tongue caressed the side of her neck. Her heart hammered against her chest. He was going to bite her.
Suddenly, he pushed her away. His eyes were dark, filled with hunger. His breathing ragged. I can't. Not now.
She tried to go to him, but her feet were glued to the floor. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't take a step. Niall's image started to fade.
No! Vivian's eyes flew open. She sat up with a gasp. Damn it!
Why did she always wake up before she and her fantasy lover could consummate their relationship? At least he'd actually kissed her this time instead of just talking. He did enough of that during the day while insisting she write down everything he told her.
She sighed. Speaking of writing, she should probably get up and get to work. But she permitted herself a few more moments to linger in bed reliving their first kiss. Even if it was a dream, it sure had felt real at the time.