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Excerpt:
He lifted one of my
hands, brought it up to his mouth and kissed my palm with those
incredibly soft lips. Even that small contact caused my heart to race
and my libido to tap me on the shoulder. His lovely turquoise eyes
sparkled, and he somehow managed to appear sexy, angelic, and dangerous
all at the same time.
"As I was saying about
musical terms, vampires give off such a powerful energy or tone that
everyone entrains with us. The vibrational song that emanates from us is
stronger than any other, and so it overrides whatever was there before.
And that is without our even looking at anyone. If we gaze into a
human's eyes without holding back, it is a form of mind control. We are
able to change your brain waves."
"Are you talking about
hypnosis?”
"It is much more
similar to brainwashing than hypnosis because in hypnosis you are always
free to choose."
I reached over and
played with a lock of his hair. "So, you're saying the power of what you
are is so strong that I'm pulled in whether I want to be pulled in or
not?"
"Exactly," he said,
with a quick nod.
"And when you said your
gaze wouldn't entrance me tonight, you meant you'd hold back?"
"Yes."
I slid my index finger
along his lower lip. "Then, does that mean my desire to kiss you is only
there because you want me to kiss you? That you are irresistible to me
because of that power and not because of anything I feel about you?"
He flashed a dazzling
smile. "I am pleased to hear I am irresistible to you, but no. I am old
enough to be in total control of my power and I hold back with you
always so that you can make your own decisions. You kiss me because you
desire to kiss me."
I trailed my fingernail
lightly over his cheek. "Show me the difference."
He raised his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"Use your eyes. Turn on
the full power. Let me have it. I want to know what you're talking
about.”
"Are you certain?” he
asked, smiling mischievously.
I nodded my head and
stared into his eyes.
I felt a wave of heat
move through my body, my scalp tingled, and my eyelids got heavy. The
next thing I knew, I was in his lap, my knees straddling his legs, with
my arms wrapped around his neck, passionately kissing him.
In my mind he sighed,
"This is how it could be between us."
"Ahem."
I heard a sound from
somewhere in the distance, but nothing was more important than kissing
Devereux's soft, warm lips. Nothing mattered except keeping my body
pressed against his.
"Ahem. Kismet?"
In slow motion, I
turned toward the sound. There, at the end of the table, were three sets
of eyes, staring at me.
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