La Luxure: Discover Your Blood Lust by Cd Hussey

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free.
    She gasped as the cool air hit her overheated
loins. Pushing her hips towards the edge of the couch and her knees
further apart, she eagerly waited for whatever was coming next.
    The sexual energy in the room had grown
exponentially, and it wasn't only coming from Julia and Armand. It
oozed from the other vampires as they gathered in a semi-circle:
watching, grinding, waiting. Spreading through the bar, it mixed
with the fog, creating a thick blanket of lust and desire.
    Julia couldn't be bothered to care if a dozen
or a hundred people watched. She focused her eyes on Armand. With a
devilish smirk, he shoved her legs as far apart as they would go.
Slowly his mouth opened and a long, thick tongue rolled out. He
dove for her, thrusting his tongue into her until she was
completely filled.
    She came immediately, the pleasure waves
peaking and then never quite dying as he slowly fucked her with his
tongue. He had her pressed firmly into the back of the sofa, the
muscles of her inner thighs stretching and straining as he pushed
against her knees. She rode the orgasm as long as she could,
rocking her hips with the endless surge of electricity that
convulsed through her body.
    Once, she managed to crack open an eye. The
dancing in the bar had turned to fucking. The 1940's pin-up girl
stood in a black velvet dress, her pert breasts exposed while one
man devoured her neck, and another was on his knees before her. The
giant bartender was bending an onyx haired girl over the bar. A
slim, androgynous man was getting his dick sucked by a similarly
androgynous man. The bar was thick with sex and even if Julia
wanted to take more of it in, she couldn't as Armand's huge tongue
caressed her G-spot and she came again.
    She was panting when he finally slid his
tongue from her. Releasing her legs, he rose slowly, the tongue
retracting until it resumed normal size. "Now," he said as he
unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Taking a handful of hair, he
jerked her head back, exposing her neck. "It's my turn." Sinking
his teeth and cock into her at the same time, the room exploded
with blinding light as every nerve in her body was electrified.
    * * *
    Lying in a pool of sweat, Julia awoke with a
start. Her body was on fire, perspiration oozing from every pore.
"Jesus," she muttered, shoving the comforter aside and crawling out
of bed. She had to get these fantasies under control. Not only were
they cluttering her mind with their ridiculousness, they certainly
weren't helping ease her sexual frustration.
    She padded to the bathroom, splashed water on
her overheated face, and then wiped down her skin with a cool, damp
washcloth. She stared at her image in the mirror for a long time.
What was wrong with her? Instead of being terrified of Armand like
any sane person, she was dreaming about vampire sex and running
around like a horny teenage boy. Why was she so obsessed with him
and the strange world he lived in? Why couldn't she just go to the
police like a normal person, do her civic duty in assisting the
authorities with finding Melissa Schwartz's killer, and move
on?
    Julia sighed. There was no point trying to
decipher all the strange things she did right now. It was late and
she was exhausted. After drinking a large glass of water, she
headed back to bed and climbed onto the dry side.
    Clamping her eyes shut, Julia tried to push
every sexual impulse deep into her loins where they belonged, and
concentrate on falling back asleep. It was an impossible task. She
tossed and turned for the rest of the night, unable to turn her
brain off. Every weird encounter she'd had in the last few days
kept replaying in her mind. From the tarot reading and bartender
Cindi's stories, to Luxure and Eve, to her encounter with
Armand in the cemetery and then at the café, to the way dread-guy
filled her with trepidation; the memories were relentless as they
pitted fantasy against reality.
    She needed to know the truth, needed to know
if she was crazy or if