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They shine.

She sees him in the night, in the shadows, feigning sleep.

She is impressed. She smiles.

He moves, suddenly. Like a panther, rippling muscles, raw strength.

She is surprised by his grace. And his speed.

He clamps a massive hand around her delicate throat, looking down at
her.

She is beautiful, her skin as pale as moonlight and hair black as
spilled ink.

"Who are you?" he whispers, voice rumbling.

She looks up at him through dark lashes. "Your wildest dream." she
answers.

He is bronzed but not from the sun, muscles sculpted as if from the
finest granite. He means to frighten her, and he does, a bit.

"And I am your most horrifying nightmare." he whispers again. "Why
are you here?"

"I . . . saw you, alone."

"And thought I would be an easy target?"

She nods.

"Big mistake." he tells her.

She moves closer, running dainty hands up his torso, under his shirt,
against smooth warm skin. She is more curious than afraid.

Feeling her hands on him makes him forget his anger. He feels a rush
of . . . something else . . .

. . . lust? . . .

Perfectly manicured fingernails graze his nipples and he growls.

She tugs at the collar of his shirt and he allows her to pull it off
his vast shoulders.

He doesn't have to put much effort into removing her dress. The black
silk peels away at his touch. Her skin is pale porcelain. Her scent is
like rain.

"Beautiful." he says.

"Desire." she mouths the word, making no sound.

They kiss, long and deep, exploring and tasting.

They part for a moment. The night grows quiet.

"Do you know what today is?"

"All Hallow's Eve."

Their embrace tightens.

He lifts her into his bed.

She reclines beneath him, no longer afraid.

He drops his head to capture a breast with his mouth, teasing the
nipple with his tongue.

Gasp, pleasure and surprise.

Breathe grows short and quick.

She traces her fingers down the center of him and grasps his
erection, stroking him.

A fine layer of sweat breaks out.

He tastes her mouth again, slipping a hand between her thighs. She is
like satin.

She uses her fingernails on him again, raking skin from from his
shoulder.

"More."

He touches her. Clean-shaven, and she is wet, desire.

"No. This." she tightens her grip on him, his erection shiny-hard.

"This." he purrs. He moves over her.

"Yes." she answers as their mouths meet.

He touches her legs and she opens them for him.

"Yes."

She kisses his chest and not-so-gently bites his nipples as he moves
to cover her.

Moan.

He lowers himself on her, the moisture on their skin mingling.

Push.

Thrust.

She gasps, pulling herself against him as he fills her.

He pumps into her, hips moving in rhythm to some unheard song . . .

She cries out her pleasure. It only makes him move faster.

Thrust.

"Yes."

"Faster."

Desire.

A drop of sweat.

A drop of blood.

She reaches climax with a scream, gripping his arm and shoulder.

Panting. Taking him, taking all of him.

And he comes, hard, animal-like, growling. Consuming her.

Again, they whisper to each other.

Once more, before daylight nears.

Sharp, elongated canine teeth. Lick, taste salt on skin.

They both know, they will not fight this fate. The vampire has chosen
a mate, and soon they will join each other in the quest for a place of
eternal night . . .

Teeth on skin. Throat.

A drop of sweat.

A drop of blood.