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A taste of "Endless Night" by Kenn Baker



ames steps forward and kisses her; partially just to keep her from talking any more, but also because he’s dying to taste her. An hors o’douvre before the meal. She tastes like vodka and orange juice. He can also taste her dinner and her lunch and... her breakfast. Heightened senses are not always a good thing. The smell of it all putrefying in her stomach and intestines nauseates him, but he controls his olfactory sense and delves beyond that superficial smell to the deeper smell of her blood. His tongue can taste it through the skin of her lips. His lips can feel it moving under her flesh like an underground river flowing in orgasmic spurts. His hands slide from her hips, up her torso to her big soft breasts. She pulls away abruptly.



James has a fleeting fantasy that the evening is going to take a turn for the better. A change of mind could make her rethink coming home with a stranger. She may panic and run, then he could chase her down.



He imagines her sprinting for the door. In his mind’s eye, she bolts outside without even getting dressed. James imagines he would give her a big head start and let her get down to the street before he would hunt. Let her think she is clear of danger before she hears him growl behind her. That’s when the panic would set in, she would know what he was and that her life was truly in danger. It would be so satisfying. She would freak-out and run as hard and as fast as her legs would let her. Her heart would pump adrenaline into her system in an effort to sustain her life. The fight or flight mechanism of human biology is the most gratifyingly sumptuous part of the meal for a vampire. The taste of fear would make this kill something special. He hardens at the thought.