Amelia again began to worry that Byron was some kind of addict. A drug addict, sex addict, or both. Why else did she come back to her desperate for her? This was a completely different side to Byron, one she hadn’t seen while they were dating in London. Normally she was so controlled.

Byron kissed her neck and collarbone while she slipped her hand up and under Amelia’s dress.

“Byron, we have lunch waiting.”

“I don’t care—it can wait. I need you.” Byron felt Amelia respond to her kiss, and she couldn’t hold back any more. She lifted Amelia off her feet and carried her over to the old oak writing desk by the window. She balanced Amelia on the edge while she swept everything off the desk with her other hand.

Amelia grasped her neck and scratched her fingernails down it, and that stoked Byron’s libido even more. Her blood and her body were on fire. There was no hiding from what she felt for Amelia. She loved her, and love affected her just as her parents had told her it would. She wanted to drown in Amelia, be inside her, taking her body, and tasting her blood.

Amelia broke from the kiss and leaned back on the desk. “I’m so wet, Byron.”

Byron pushed up her dress immediately, and placed her hand over Amelia’s sex. Her silky thong was soaked and she just had to taste. She dropped to her knees and pulled Amelia to the edge of the desk, pulled off her thong, and ran her tongue along the length of her sex.

One delicious taste of her lover and she couldn’t hold back her erupting teeth. If she wasn’t down here out of Amelia’s gaze, Amelia would have seen her dark red vampire eyes, and the veins bulging on her temples, but Byron knew she was safely hidden. She relaxed and didn’t force back her vampire features.

She started to suck on Amelia’s clit and as her hips started to squirm, Byron could hear Amelia’s blood rushing through her blood vessels. She imagined the fresh, hot blood rushing to Amelia’s sexual organs. The sweet smell of Amelia was testing her control. Her hands trembled, and her body ached for just one taste of Amelia’s blood.

Byron stopped sucking Amelia’s clit and slipped two fingers inside her.

“Oh God, Byron. Please come up here.” Amelia groaned.

“Not yet.” Byron’s sex burned and she wanted to go back to Amelia and make both of them come, but she was enjoying not holding back the vampire in her. She hastened the thrust of her fingers and kissed her way over to between the edge of Amelia’s pubic hair and her hip, where Amelia’s artery ran. She rested her lips on the soft skin there, and felt the beat of her blood pumping through her. Her fangs started to ache with the want of blood.

Byron moaned loudly, and rested her cheek on the pulse. She felt almost dazed—her need for Amelia’s blood was so strong.