Free Salvation - an erotic vampire romance by Alexandra Cameron Page B

balls of her toes. She was helpless, swinging in the air.
    His dark face before her.

She swung there in front of him, needing a moment to fully understand the situation. Why was she still alive?
    “Am I … am I a vampire?”

His lips warped. She wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a smile.
    “No,” he answered, quite seriously. There was no more crazy there, no madness in his eyes. “You’re something even better,” he continued as his cold fingers reached out to touch her bare stomach.

She was naked, Elizabeth realised in surprise. Naked and … different. She stared down at herself in amazement. Her thin, half-starved body had filled out. She was glowing. Where previously she’d been flat-chested, she now had round, firm, breasts. Her usually pale and frail looking skin was glowing with a healthiness it had never known before. Even her nipples had a wonderful, healthy pink colour to them. 

She had beautiful, magnificent breasts. So full and wonderful and firm.

She wanted to touch them, feel them, grab them. She tried to reach down with her arm, but her restraints would not allow it. The rattling of the chains filled the air.

“You will become a vampire when I exchange our blood. The first bite only makes you a little … inhuman,” the vampire was explaining with a voice that flowed like honey over a razor blade. Sweet and sharp.

She closed her eyes. Inhuman … demonic. She was damned. Damned. No heaven after death, just a slave at the mercy of a monster.
    “Sweet, little Lizzie,” he hummed as his fingers slid further down over her naked stomach. They touched the top of her mound. “You could be happy if you stopped resisting.”
    …and lead me not into temptation…

“No more hunger, no more cold, no pain. Just lust.”

...but deliver me from evil...

“Lust that rushes through your body like a drug, sweet, innocent, Lizzie.” His fingers played lightly with her pubic hair, touched her outer labia.

...for thine is the Kingdom...

A wave of heat as clear and sharp as the icy chill of the streets rushed through her.

Wetness was waiting for him as his fingers slipped between her labia.
    “Lust that will give you your purpose in life, suck you in and spit you out again happy. Lust, so wonderfully warm and satisfying. Never again will you have to think about pain and suffering.”

...the power and the...

She pressed her eyes closely shut, closed her legs, tried to escape from his caress, but his fingers were so soft, so wonderfully gentle. He ignored her resistance with a light touch on her clitoris, just a small, light touch.   

Hot, damp feelings were rising inside her. She couldn’t stop it. Arousal was taking her will from her. It felt so good to be held for once. To finally feel the strong, protective hands of a man.

Protective? 

Yes, she thought, in her semi-consciousness. He was so gentle, so loving. He would never hurt her, or let anyone else hurt her. His voice was so beautiful. So clear and pure, like a fresh spring breeze in the midst of the dirty city. His touch was like that of an angel.
    She fell, fell into the depths of enjoyment. The pleasure of his touch, of his soft, warm voice, his seduction. Fell into…

...the glory!

She felt lost as she found herself slightly, just slightly, voluntarily opening her legs. Welcoming his fingers inside. A second finger slipped between her labia, touched her clit. His fingers slid over it, down to her untouched opening. They drew circles around it, small, light circles. She felt dizzy.

She opened her legs a little wider, giving him space to keep going. Yes, keep going. Please, keep going.

He did so, his fingertips finding their way inside her, pushing through the opening of her body. This unfamiliar, thick rubbing of his fingers felt huge to her. It hurt a little, but also increased her arousal. She felt lightheaded, she was sweating, the blood was roaring in her ears, in her jugular. He softly kissed her on