Vampires 101 (Twilight Hunters Book 1) A Vampire Romance

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door was swinging. The only thing I could think of was latching it so I could get some sleep.
    Throwing the blankets to the side, I climbed out of bed and stumbled to the closet. Given that I was still somewhere between blissful slumber and my first cup of coffee, I can’t say that I was too startled when I looked into my closet and saw something other than clothes.
    In my current state, a Mack truck coming at me probably wouldn’t have gotten a lot of attention, besides I had been having some extremely weird dreams. It wasn’t all that unreasonable to assume that what I was seeing was just a byproduct of too many potato chips. Grams always said that eating before you went to bed would do weird things to your head, not to mention what it could do to your rear end and hips.
    In place of my clothes and the pile of junk that should have been sitting on my closet floor, there was a dark - stormy sky. Fingers of lightning spread across the black rolling clouds until it resembled a web of electricity. I felt an almost irresistible urge to step through the threshold and into those clouds. The sky was drawing me in like a magnet, and if it hadn’t been for my overwhelming fear of heights, I would have stepped through that door.
    It’s just that falling out of the sky would have been so not cool, and would probably hurt like hell too.
    Hadn’t I heard somewhere, that if you are falling in a dream and hit the ground, it would really kill you? I wasn’t real anxious to find out how accurate that theory was.
    While I was caught up in a very intense inner battle to decide if I should step forward or slam the door, the atmosphere changed. Electricity seemed to be oozing from the room behind me.
    Even before I felt his hand on my shoulder, I knew he was there. My every cell sizzled in his presence. I was overcome with a need to join with him - to know his body and soul on the most intimate level.
    “Princess … you can’t take that step yet.”
    His hand slid beneath my shirt to caress the curve of my breast - slowly exploring until he found my erect nipple. The air around me was so blistering hot that I had to fight just to breathe. The heat intensified when he found his way into my panties to invade the wet - swollen lips between my legs.
    My hand flew to my mouth to smother a gasp as he pushed into me. I could feel his lips on my neck, and then the sharp pain of his fangs piercing my skin. Reaching behind me, I grasped for a handful of his thick - silky hair, but felt nothing. There was nothing there but empty space.
    My eyes flew open, and at the same time, I realized that I was now in my bed. Though it had felt so real, it had to have been a dream. There was no other explanation.
    I was consumed with bitter disappointment. If I could have stayed in the dream for just a few minutes longer, I would have probably had the best orgasm of my life. My body still burned with the residue of need the dream had left behind.
    Now I had no choice but to make a date with a cold shower, which was never as effective as a date with a hot guy.
    My light shielding curtains made it difficult to tell if it was night or day, but the purple sky I could see through the gap of the two panels did give me somewhat of a clue. If I wanted to know exactly what time it was, I was going to have to make the effort to roll over and look at the clock.  I didn’t have quite that much ambition yet.
    That would change in about five seconds.
    “Well that was interesting.” The deep male voice came from the corner near the closet.
    Ok, so if it wasn’t Damian’s voice, which I knew it wasn’t, ‘cause I’d already committed his voice to the deepest levels of my memory, whose voice was it?
    Hearing a strange voice in a dark bedroom had a funny way of jumpstarting ambition. In fact, it works better than coffee, even French coffee. I sat up so fast that I was sure I’d left my brain sitting behind me on my pillow.
    Damn those light-shielding curtains!
    All I

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