Mira by Leighann Phoenix Page A

experience.   I leave the choice of timing to you.   Come to me when you’re willing.   But know that if you don’t come to me, I will eventually come find you.”
                Mira nodded, not really caring at this point what the rules were.   She only wanted him to keep touching her.   She had never known anything like this in her life, and she wished that this part would never end, as much as she hoped the feeding would never come.   Is his touch worth the price of it?
                Her obvious compliance only confused Rillan.   He wasn’t sure if she was insane, masochistic, or so empathetic that it didn’t matter.   He couldn’t make himself believe the later.   In truth, in this moment he didn’t care so much about the why.   He hadn’t been with a compliant woman in so long; whatever her reasons were, they were good enough for the now.   Besides, the conversation would serve as a decent reason to spend time with her later.
                Cold hands slid across Mira’s heated skin, and goose bumps broke out along her flesh.   Rillan leaned in to her and closed his eyes.   Her hands were on his shoulders, and he pulled her body against his own, reveling in the warmth of her, even through his clothes.   Rillan stroked down her back.   His fingers danced over the goose bumps, as Mira shivered.   Her breath was coming in heavy waves, and her little hands had fisted in his shirt.   When he looked to her face again her eyes were closed, and her head had lulled back across her shoulder, exposing the pale line of her neck to him.
                Everything in existence momentarily melted away.   Rillan leaned down and kissed her neck, tasting her skin and taking in the scent of her arousal.   A soft seductive beating just beneath the surface tantalized him.   Rillan felt the hunger roll in his stomach and surge through his dead body, as certainly as he felt her heartbeat pounding in her chest pressed against his.   Before he could lose his control he pushed her away.
                Rillan paced across the room.   Mira’s look of disappointed confusion was not lost on him as he stood near the fire.   He laughed, almost manic as he stared into the flames eating away at the wood in the fireplace.  
                “Did I do something wrong,” she asked timidly.
                “No,” he growled.   “Get into the bed Mira.”   He could hear her moving to comply with the overly harsh demand.
                Rillan didn’t even look up at her.   He knew full well that his eyes would frighten her.   He was about to lose the fight with his hunger.   He had waited too long.   This one deserves better, his mind chanted.   “Close your eyes Mira,” he said almost too softly for her to hear.   “Don’t open them.”
                “Aren’t you going to,” she paused, too sweet and innocent to say what she was thinking.   “I mean before…”
                If Rillan didn’t already feel guilty about everything he would have started to now.   She actually wanted him to make love to her.   He wanted so badly to look into her eyes, but he couldn’t allow himself to frighten her any more than he already had.   “I’m too hungry right now Mira.   Touching you only makes it worse.   After the feeding’s done, I’ll pleasure you.”   My sweet one, he added in his mind.
                Mira’s mouth went dry.   She clamped her eyes shut and went stiff beneath the soft blankets.   He couldn’t have given her a more clear warning of his intentions. Mira could hear fabric rustling and then the bed moved.
                Her heart pounded so hard against her chest that she feared it may explode through her rib cage. She could feel the shifting of the bed as he moved closer to her.   The pressure was all around her.   Her mind’s eye clutched desperately to a vision of