Torija pulled them closer and rested her face in the crook of Daisy’s neck. Daisy was so soft and so warm. She ran her hands up and down Daisy’s back while breathing her into her soul. She simply wanted to melt into Daisy.

It was only then that she noticed her fangs had already erupted. That had never happened before, because normally her sexual feelings were separate from her hunger for blood. She was hunger driven and so becoming ready to drink was at the forefront of her mind. But now, instead, the feel of Daisy’s breasts pressing against her was what was occupying her mind and body.

Torija ran her hand up to the side of Daisy’s breast, and she felt her shiver.

“Take my blood,” Daisy moaned.

“Not yet.” Torija experienced a rush of confidence after initially struggling to cope with the emotions she was experiencing. She took Daisy’s hand, led her over to the bed, and took a step back to stroke her hair away from her face. “You’re beautiful, Daisy MacDougall, but you have an even more beautiful soul. You’re the only one who could have saved me.”

“You’ve always had the light inside you. You just needed someone to help you look for it.”

“I want you,” Torija said. She picked Daisy up easily, and Daisy wrapped her legs around Torija’s waist. Then Torija got on the bed and moved them both to the middle of the bed. She sat down, and Daisy sat on Torija’s lap, on her knees.

They kissed softly at first, slipping her tongue into Daisy’s mouth, taking the time to taste, feel, and discover everything that made Daisy the woman she was falling in love with.

Torija’s heart pounded to the same beat she was experiencing deep inside her sex when she felt Daisy’s hot, wet heat on her abdomen. For the first time since she turned into a born vampire, Torija perceived what it was like to be flesh and bone again, and for once, simply human.

* * *

Daisy was getting lost in her need for Torija. The slow, loving pace was everything she hoped it would be, but she wanted more. Daisy took Torija’s hand and placed it on her breast. Torija moaned into her mouth, and Daisy felt an electrical pull down to her clit. She started to move her hips, aching for some sort of stimulation. “Tor, please touch me.”

Torija nodded, and Daisy gasped when she felt Torija’s fingers slip between her legs and start to softly, gently stroke her clit. Daisy wrapped her arms around Torija’s neck, holding her closer as she thrust her hips along with her lover’s strokes.

“That feels so good, Tor. Drink my blood.”

“Not yet, cherie,” Torija whispered in her ear.

Daisy then groaned when Torija teased her opening and pressed two fingers inside her.