Free Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED] by Ava Lore

worries. She was fucked, and it was good.
    The vampire rolled next to her, rubbing his hands over his face. Then he reached out and gathered her to him. Bonelessly she slid into his arms and let her head fall on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and she listened as their breathing slowed. Hers fell into a measurable pace. After a while, his stopped altogether.
    That was a little weird. But everyone had their quirks.
    The next thing she knew she was waking up. It was later, maybe an hour, maybe two. The vampire hadn't moved, but she had wrapped herself around his body, and he had drawn the blankets over them so that she was warm, and he was a non-objectionable temperature. It was sweet, in a way.
    “Hey,” she mumbled at him. Her eyes were heavy.
    “Yes?” he replied.
    She craned her head back and looked up into his face. He was just as perfect and stunning as he had been when she had first seen him in the library. No morning-after surprises here.
    “Hey,” she said again. “I just want you to know, you're not so bad for a dead guy who feeds on the living to maintain his unholy and unnatural vitality.”
    He smiled. “Call me Gabriel.”
    “Okay,” she said. “Gabriel. And... thank you.”
    “My pleasure,” he said, and something about the way his lips caressed the word pleasure made her breath catch. Reaching out, he ran his hand through her hair, slowly letting the locks slide against his palm and through his fingers. “You know,” he said conversationally, “you never did scream my name...”
    Chloe stifled a grin, and the smile on his face grew wider, more wicked, and when he leaned in to kiss her it was slow and steady, giving her plenty of time to pull away.
    She didn't.

Chapter Five
    C hloe awoke just long enough the next morning to call in sick to work before burrowing back into bed. By the time she woke up again, finally recovering from all the blood loss, the previous night seemed like a dream.
    It hadn't been a dream. At least, she didn't think so. James' things were gone. The apartment was hers again. Also there was a dead guy in her closet.
    She was almost one hundred percent certain it wasn't James. Therefore it was probably Gabriel. She wished she could have woken up in his arms and had another 'diverting' time with him, but it all that had probably been a one-time thing. She was happy with that. She'd had her break-up, and now she'd had her rebound one-night-stand. Today it was time to start putting her life back together, patching the cracks three years of lost time had left behind.
    It was surprisingly easy to do. First, she took a shower. She washed the cum and blood from her body, though strangely it hadn't made her feel unclean. It had been almost... natural. Then she dried off and dressed, did her make up, then cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom.
    Afterward, when everything was sparkling clean, she went out and got her nails done. Then she had sushi by herself while she read a book on the French Resistance she'd been meaning to get to. She hopped in her car and drove to the nearest town with a bookstore and stayed there for hours, browsing the shelves and sipping coffee. When she at last came home, she found Gabriel lounging on her couch flipping through television channels. He watched the flashing images with intense interest.
    “Are you going to leave?” Chloe asked, tossing her purse onto the counter top and pulling her coat off.
    “Quite soon,” Gabriel said. “I would have been gone already, but thought it uncouth to leave without saying goodbye.”
    Chloe smiled at him. “Well. Thanks. I hope you find whoever it is you're looking for.”
    “The faithless friends who betrayed me? Yes, I hope I find them, too.” A slow, malicious smile spread across his face. “I am happy to say that the advance of technology has left very little place for them to hide. Or perhaps they never thought I would be freed.”
    “Yeah... how were you freed, exactly?” That had