making her a little uncomfortable.
The intensity of his eyes and the way the wind tugged at the silky strands of his hair, made for a compelling picture. Sarah had to fight the sudden urge to reach up and run her fingers through that hair.
As if aware of her thoughts, a smile touched his lips. “Are you a virgin Sarah?”
Shocked, Sarah’s mouth dropped open. “That’s not your business,” she told him, her face reddening. The initial shock that she felt was quickly replaced with embarrassment.
Of course she was no virgin. How did you get through two years of college without some experience? Remaining a virgin would be impossible for the lusty Fabre women, at least according to everything she knew about her family history. But she didn’t exactly have a lot of experience either.
“Let’s find out.” Darrien pulled her closer to him, and touched her lips with his. Though she knew she should pull away, Sarah couldn’t make herself do it. She was quickly lost in the sensation of his tongue invading her mouth, and his hand caressing the skin on her neck. But there was something else. She could feel his soul burning with the hunger, and a need to consume her - to take in every ounce of her body and spirit.
Sarah was breathless when he finally pulled away.
“You are no virgin. Your hunger for the flesh is almost as strong as mine.” His smile was dark and sadistic, but not like it had been only a short time ago. Darrien seemed to have lost some of that black poison that she had sensed permeating his mind.
Sarah tried to block out what she was feeling, how his kiss had taken control of her senses. She couldn’t let herself get caught up in him. He was a vampire, a creature of myth, and of death.
She had to force herself to say something, anything to break the spell of the moment. “You still have not answered my question. Why did you come here to kill me?”
Darrien grabbed a handful of her long red hair and gently wrapped it around his fingers, caressing it as if he just couldn’t get enough of how it felt against his skin.
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he closed his eyes. It was like he could not bear to look at her any longer. She waited for him to respond, but when he again opened his eyes, they were ravenous with hunger, and his lips claimed hers again.
While her mind was screaming at her to push him away, her heart was fluttering as if she had butterflies in her chest. She returned his kiss, leaning up against him so that she could feel even more of him. He broke the kiss just long enough to bite at her bottom lip, sucking at the tiny drops of blood that flowed from her pierced flesh.
The sensation was too intense for her to feel any fear. Sarah bit at his flesh, a sudden craving for his blood spread through her body until she felt as if she would burn up. He abruptly pushed her away.
“Do not taste my blood Sarah,” he told her softly.
“Why not?” The hunger was still burning within her, and she tried to grab his lips with her teeth.
Darrien’s hands were on her shoulders, and he shook her gently. “Sarah stop!”
Sarah found herself brought back to the moment so quickly it felt like she’d been dropped from the sky to land roughly on the ground. She blinked, trying to remember where she was.
The ride had stopped and the attendant was looking at them as if he’d caught them doing something that they shouldn’t have been doing in such a public place.
Darrien helped her off the ride and led her away from the crowd. Sarah looked up and saw Taylor glaring at them angrily. She was ridden with guilt at the realization that she’d completely forgotten about her friend.
Taylor walked over to them, taking slow - cautious steps. As he made his way closer, Sarah could hear that he was chanting something under his breath.
“I’m sorry Taylor. I didn’t think the ride would take so long,” Sarah apologized.
Taylor scowled, his eyes throwing daggers at Darrien. “I banished you! What
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