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She saw him, sex dressed in leather and silk. Beyond cliché, but so, so
, working the style. Faith could feel his presence in her gut, where she felt all vampires. She also felt him in her cunt, and her head. He was twisting his smooth fingers in her thoughts and she let him – let him feel her lust and her hate and her adoration.
Jean Claude watched her dance, sex dressed in suede and cotton. She was unnatural – not a vampire, not a were’, not a human. She felt like death, but shone with more life than any of the beasts or humans in his club. He drank her lust from fifteen feet away. He listened to her thoughts, and understood nothing more than passion. He loved her for a minute, for another, and another.
Faith moved her hips, swayed her body, let her hands roam over her own breasts, neck, hair. Then she looked him in the eye. She knew her powers just as she knew his. She’d always been a siren to those who hungered as he did. Nothing supernatural about it, just a trait she learned from her whore of a mother.
They were face to face before either realized it. His hands barely grazing the skin of her bare back. Her tongue tasting her lipstick, ready, wanting. Heart beating in her chest, her throat, and her wet, hot center. Her leg rose and his hand caught it. Their bodies met, her leg wrapped around his thigh. He lifted her easily and danced her fluidly across the floor to a pillar where she could gain some leverage. He pressed his clothed cock against her clothed warmth and they both moaned with need. Grinding, grinding.
But she knew better than to let a vamp trap her. And he knew better than to trust a woman with this much power over him. He stepped back and let her feet touch the floor. She slid her hand down his silk shirt. She smiled and backed away. He watched as she turned and made her way to the door.
She left. He let her go. At least, for now.
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