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cloth and wiped himself off. He thought about what she said while licking his blood from her fingers. God, how he wanted her now, wanted her blood in his mouth, wanted to see her lips red with his blood. Gavin bellowed for his butler to him to draw a cold bath.
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    Angie, now fully awake and panting, was shocked. The thrill she felt when she came still pulsed throughout her body; never had she had a dream like this one. It seemed so real, as if Gavin was truly touching her and she was truly touching him. She touched herself there to find she was slick from the lovemaking in her dream, and not only that, she felt sore. In the dream, she stretched to the limits to accommodate him, and now she was sore as if she had actually held him inside of her. She thought of the blood on her fingers and looked carefully at them. There was no blood on them now, but she knew there had been and that she licked it off. She remembered telling him they would be together forever and wanting him to bite her throat when he raked his teeth across her skin.
    Angie shook her head. What was wrong with her? She just had the most realistic and erotic dream of her life, and she licked the man's blood from her fingers, wanting him to bite her and suck her blood! Even now, hugging her pillow, she wanted to be with him.
    "Angie, you cannot be in love with a man you met two days ago," she admonished herself. "Can I?" She wondered with amazement. Strangely, it didn't feel like only two days, it felt like a lifetime, as if it were meant to be. She belonged to Gavin, and he belonged to her. "Now, Angie," she said, "how are you going convince him of this?"
     

Chapter Eight
An Invitation
     
    Angie fell asleep, sleeping more peacefully than she had in over two years. When she awoke, it was evening, and Mrs. Waterston was tapping lightly on her door. "Are you awake, dear?"
    "I'm awake, just a minute," Angie said, stretching and yawning. She rolled over and smiled, thinking of the dream she had earlier, got into the wheelchair, and rolled to the door to unlock it.
    "Look at you," Mrs. Waterston said beaming. "You look refreshed, and I think you are actually glowing. That nap did wonders for you!"
    "Yes," Angie agreed, nearly bursting into laughter. "It was the best nap I've had in a long time."
    "It's supper time, dear, let's get you dressed. I'll bet you're hungry. You hardly ate anything at all for breakfast, and you slept right through the midday meal."
    "Actually, I am famished," Angie told her, taking off her nightgown and allowing Mrs. Waterston to help her on with a day dress.
    The meal of roast beef, baby potatoes, carrots, gravy, and bread fresh from the oven with lots of freshly churned butter was the best Angie could remember eating. She devoured her first serving, then helped herself to seconds, and ate it nearly as quickly as she'd eaten the first plateful.
    "My goodness," Mrs. Waterston commented. "You were indeed famished!"
    "Mmm." Angie acknowledged by stuffing another piece of bread, thick with butter and jam, into her mouth. Just then, the doorknocker sounded. "Who could that be?" she asked through the mouthful of bread.
    "Ben will get it, you finish your supper," Mrs. Waterston told her.
    "I think that's all I can eat." Angie rubbed her stomach. "I'm very full now."
    "Ma'am," Ben entered the dining room. "A Mr. Stone is here. I've shown him to the parlor."
    Angie cut her eyes to Mrs. Waterston, then to Ben. "Thank you. I'll be right there."
    "I can't believe he came back after the way you treated him," Mrs. Waterston said in a hushed tone. "Don't be rude to him this time."
    " Mrs. Waterston, please. I'll be just fine. Bring some refreshments for us." With that, Angie rolled her chair out of the dining room and into the parlor.
    " Mr. St— er, Gavin," she quickly corrected herself. "How nice to see you again so soon."
    "Thank you." He bowed politely and kissed her proffered hand. "You are looking lovely this evening, Angela. Very rested and I