The side of the bed where Marco had been was warm. He hadn’t been gone long. She stretched, her entire body stiff from their lovemaking. Or was it just sex? It had felt a lot more complicated and emotional than that, but she didn’t know how Marco felt. She blinked, her senses slowly returning. She didn’t know Marco at all. She’d just had wild, out of control, totally uninhibited sex with a complete stranger. Okay, she’d really lost it now. Not that it really mattered, the man was a vampire. She had no future with someone who was a different…well, she still wasn’t sure how to describe what he was, except that he drank blood. She was no longer certain about the undead part. He definitely had a heartbeat. She’d felt it pounding right along with hers. He breathed—his breath had been hot and erotic against her sensitive neck. Heck, if the man could procreate then he had to be alive in some form. Alive or not, it didn’t change the fact that her lover was a vampire. Believing that was still a stretch, even after he’d drunk her blood.
