Lisa sat back on her haunches, drinking in the sight of Bennett while she licked the woman’s essence from her lips. Full breasts with nipples still pebbled and erect rose and fell as Bennett forced air into her lungs, and pleasure had painted her face with a flush like only pleasure could. Her body shone in the firelight, tiny beads of sweat dotting her skin like glitter, and through Bennett’s parted lips, Lisa noticed her fangs had dropped. Lisa narrowed her eyes, trying to remember if she had ever exposed her true self in the throes of love. Was freedom to be who you are granted when passion went unchecked? Lisa smiled to herself. That’s what love was all about—wasn’t it? To find that special someone you could wholeheartedly share yourself with, allowing them to see behind the mask. To see the good and the bad, to see the tears and the joy, to see the doubt and the certainty, and to see the mortal…and the beast.

Lisa noticed Bennett’s legs were trembling, and she rested her hand on the woman’s thigh. “You gonna make it?”

Yet unable to form a word, Bennett managed a nod.

Tickled she’d rocked Bennett to the point of speechlessness, Lisa now had a decision to make. Bennett had yet to close her legs, and her moist folds made Lisa’s mouth water, yet her own desire was oozing freely, and it was sliding down her thighs. Lisa shuddered in a breath, persuading herself to give Bennett time to return to earth before Lisa sent her into orbit again. Grabbing the blanket from the floor, Lisa tossed it nearer the fireplace and got comfortable.

At long last, Bennett’s pounding heart quieted, and she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked several times before they finally came into focus and saw that Lisa was now lying in front of the fire. “What are you doing way over there?”

Lisa’s face became brighter than the flames in the hearth. “Welcome back.”

“You are utterly amazing.”

“Glad you think so,” Lisa said, propping herself up on her elbow. “And I have to say, you really do look sexy as hell with blue eyes.”

“Oh.” Bennett drew in a breath, and with it, her eyes returned to brown. “Is that better?”

“I don’t care about the color. I was only making an observation. I figure mine probably change, too, when we’re making love—right?”

Bennett slipped off the sofa and stretched out next to Lisa on the blanket. “Yes, they do, although your fangs have yet to drop. I’m not sure if you noticed, but mine did earlier.”

“I saw that. May I ask why?”

“Because I’m a vampire,” Bennett said with a laugh.

“Ha ha,” Lisa said, swatting Bennett’s arm. “And so am I, but mine haven’t extended.”