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About the author:
Christina Quinn, avid reader, lover of Ballet, Classical Literature, and all things Vampire. Since childhood, she’s been enthralled by vampires and since adulthood has been utterly titillated by them and the play of sexuality and danger that their mythos offers. Now she strives to write dangerous and sexy stories that suck readers in and devour them whole.
What inspired you to write your book?
Lots of wine, watching too many Royal Opera House Ballet performances on DVD, day dreaming about vampires for the last… seventeen years give or take and lamenting that there weren’t many books that combined my three loves, Vampires, Ballet and the titillation of submission.
Here is a short sample from the book:
My phone rang and I almost jumped out of my skin. I scrambled out of bed, as the beeping continued. I was one of those people who never set the ringer on their phone. By the fourth ring I answered, slipping the small Bluetooth ear bud into place. I didn’t know the number, but I still answered.
“Hello?” I said in a voice far more breathy than I would have liked. It sounded like I just finished having sex.
“I wish I could be up there with you now.” Aleksi’s voice whispered in my ear. I let out a soft sigh and walked back to the bed.
“Well I wish you could have been there for all of it.”
“Come to the window.”
“Give me a sec, I need m-my robe.”
“No robe, I want to see you.” The heat in his voice made me press my knees together and all of sudden my skin was hot, and my pulse beating between my legs again. He could dismantle me with a single word.
“A-alright” I swallowed and Miss Manners damn near had a heart attack. Are you fucking insane? Someone will see! Do you really want the entire neighborhood to see you naked?! Still with a deep breath I stepped in front of the small window near the corner. I pulled back the curtain and raised the shade.
“Mm, beautiful.” He purred. “Touch your breasts—offer them to me.” He instructed as I peered out of the glass. He was leaning against his car looking up at me. I hesitated and adjusted the Bluetooth in my ear before I slid my hands over the sides of my breasts and lifted them. “Magnificent.” That simple word, knowing that I pleased him made me feel immensely thrilled and more than a little lightheaded. “Now I want you to show me how wet you are.”
I swallowed, there was no moisture in my mouth—it was like I had been walking through the desert for decades. With my heart beating like it was going to jump from my chest, I fluttered my fingers down my body, letting my heavy breasts fall before trailing down my stomach to my bare sex. Spreading my legs a little bit I parted the lips of my sex for him and he purred.
“My beautiful, Autumn.” He breathed huskily. “Touch yourself for me, I want to watch you cum.” With those words, my pulse jumped to all of the points of my body, and the fact that I was standing in the window seemed to melt away.
As my fingers slipped between the lips of my sex and my eyes fell closed a soft moan broke my lips. “Mmm, that’s it lovely, Autumn. Open your eyes, look at me. I want to see your face, beautiful.” My hips rose and fell seeking the pressure and friction my fingers offered as my gaze fixed on him. “That’s it.” He cooed, as I felt my skin prickle and my muscles tense as that delicious pleasure built. I raised up on my toes as my body writhed. I bit my lip, hard, and yelped as I caught the wound. However, the pain tipped me over the edge. “That’s it, cum for me.” He demanded and I yowled practically like a cat in heat as my orgasm set me off balance. I fell to the floor with a thud with his chuckling ever present in my ear. “Are you alright?” He inquired after a moment.
“I’m… I’m fine.” I panted, “But I don’t know if I c-can peel myself off of the floor.” I laughed nervously.
“You don’t need to. If I could be there, I’d gather you in my arms and take you to bed. And I’d feed from you and then we’d sleep.”
“It’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not. But things hardly are in my world, my beautiful Autumn. I’ve learned to make the best of horrible situations.”
“I just want to… lay in your arms.” I murmured as I relaxed on the floor, kicking a foot up to rest on the windowsill.
“Two months, two weeks and two days.”
“When does Le Diable Amoureux start?”
“I want to see you dance.”
“I will gladly put a ticket aside for you. We’re doing Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland next. Have you seen it? It’s newer. I think this will be the first time it’ll be performed here.”
“I have it on DVD. Are you going to play Jack and the Knave? You have that raw energy that Nikolai Zelenko does.”
“If I had my way I’d be the White Rabbit or the Red Queen, but Tristan has his vision. A vision that includes me as the Knave.” He sounded like he was pouting, I couldn’t help but to let a lazy smile slip over my lips.
“You’re too sexy to be a bunny,” I murmured out, my eyelids were starting to grow heavy.
“And you’re not stuttering.”
“I’m too sleepy to be nervous.”
“I make you nervous?” His voice was so soft, it was like he was trying to lull me to sleep.
“A little. I haven’t been with anyone since Garrett. I keep waiting for you”—I yawned—“to figure out that I’m not enough.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Deductive reasoning. I’m shy, I’m quiet… I’m not enough of a person for anyone.” I heard a beep like the call ending and blinked. Peeling myself off of the floor I checked the phone. Call ended mocked me. Your sleepy confessions are worse than your drunk confessions. You should have kept your mouth shut. I panicked for a moment, but as I went to go check to see if he had driven away there was a knock at the door.
The loud thuds rivaled Leslie’s knock. With a groan, I snatched my white satin robe from the back of the bathroom door and pulled it on, wrapping it around me. I was slow to unlock the door, mostly because I was fairly delirious with sleepiness. Mind shattering orgasms have a habit of doing that people.
Peeking through the peep hole I had to blink twice. Aleksi was on the other side. I hastily took off the chain and unlocked the door. He entered without another word from me and latched the chain and locked the deadbolt before even acknowledging me.
“Let’s take a shower,” He purred as he grabbed my hand lead me through my apartment to the bathroom. I let him.
“What about…” I trailed off and didn’t finish my thought.
He stopped and turned to face me. “Nothing is more important to me right now than showing you that you’re more than just enough of a person for me.” Reaching up with those artful fingers to held my face in his hands and pressed his forehead to mine.
“I’m six seconds from passing out.”
“I’ll hold you up.” He smirked out as he released me and took my hand again. He turned on the hot water and stripped out of his clothes. I reached for the sash of my robe and he shook his head and my fingers stilled.
Once he was naked, I stared as though I had been lobotomized. Not a completely inaccurate observation, Autumn. I was used to male dancers’ bodies. Garrett was not my first ballet dancer, but Aleksi was art made flesh. I had seen him shirtless before, he often rehearsed without a shirt. This was, however, the first time I was actually seeing the whole package and I was speechless. The smug look on his face showed that he was very aware of the effect his body had. His body was fatless, every muscle lean and defined. He also had very little body hair. He had absolutely no chest hair, and he didn’t even have that trail that led up his to his belly button. The hair on his legs was fine and thin, and between his legs his pubic hair was short—He only had a dusting of it. And then there was Him or rather his cock. It was possibly larger than I had imagined it being and this was when it was soft. I swallowed as my mind raced over the possibilities of how it felt inside me, in my mouth, between my breasts, in my hand… the possibilities were endless.