“I have being waiting for you Gabrielle.”  His voice was deep, melodious.  It struck a chord of response deep inside her. 

“Come with me.”  He held a hand out and Gabrielle took it.

Silently, they walked the garden paths.  She felt at ease, safe.  In the center there was a fountain and benches.  Blood red roses bloomed profusely, perfuming the air.  They stopped in the center and he turned her to face him and looked into her eyes.  Then he kissed her and Gabrielle felt the world spin and drop away.  His tongue licked the inside of her mouth and lower lip.  It curled around her tongue and pulled it into his mouth where he sucked on it lightly.  Gabrielle felt a contraction in her stomach.  She whimpered and pressed close to him.  Locking her hands behind his neck, she kissed him back.  Desperate kisses, wet kisses, slow deep kisses.  This was what she had been craving, the need that had gone unappeased.  

Gabrielle’s knees weakened and she sank against him.  Holding her close, he lowered her to the soft grass.  Then he was over her, on top of her.  She was trapped between fire and ice, the cool grass beneath her, the heat of the aroused male above her.  His lips were everywhere and so were his hands.  He palmed her breast and stroked a thumb across her nipple.  The bud contracted, and caused a pulse in her loins.  Then, he was pushing the gown from her shoulder and down her chest.  The air washed over her causing her nipples to tighten.  When he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Gabrielle cried out and arched up against him.  A knee was wedged between her legs and pressed up against her mound. Whimpering, she locked her legs around his thigh, holding it to her, pulling him tighter to her.  The pressure caused the ache in her sex to build. 

She could feel herself moisten and pulse.  Threading her fingers in his silky black hair, she held him to her as he kissed his way down her neck.  Stopping at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he scraped his teeth along the tendon.  Goosebumps spread across her skin, and she felt an unreasonable desire for him to bite her.  Kissing and licking he made his way down her chest to her nipples.  He locked on to one, pulling it into his mouth.  Trapping the turgid peak between his tongue and the roof of his mouth he began to suckle.  Gabrielle felt the pull in her stomach, and her womb spasmed

Shuddering at the intensity of the feeling, her thighs tightened around his leg and she began to rock against him, trying to ease the ache.  Instead of easing it, the motion caused it to grow and worsen.  Hands slid down to her hips and began to guide them in a rhythmic thrust.  As the ache intensified it, she began grinding herself against him.  So close, she was so close, desperate to find relief yet unable to do so. 

Loosening her legs from around his thigh, Gabrielle shifted until he rested completely between her thighs, groin to groin.  He was as excited as she.  She could feel his erection pressed against her.  Angling her hips so the outline of his penis pressed against her clit, she began to rub against him, pushing up against the ridge of his erection.  His hands tightened on her hips and then urged her on, while he met and increased her rhythm.  It was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life.  Tiny moans escaped from her, slight shudders of need shook her.  Her whole body tightened, preparing for the explosion.  Then it did, Gabrielle’s climax tore through her, causing her body to stiffen as tremors shook her.  Strangely she felt the urge to bite him.  Simultaneously with her climax, a sharp, piercing pain radiated from her neck.  Throwing back her head, Gabrielle screamed in agony and ecstasy. 

Trembling, she pressed tightly to him, hoping to make the feeling last.  Raising his head from her neck, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, pulling her tongue into his.  He tasted hot, metallic.  She clutched the back of his head.  Holding him to her, she opened her mouth wider and suckled his tongue, coming again from the taste of him.  Lifting his head, his eyes meet hers.  There was a strange glow in his, like a cat in the night.  Before she had time to react, a large hand cupped the back of her head.  Her face was pressed into his neck.  She could smell him, feel the warmth of his flesh.  Feed.  A voice echoed in her head.  Gabrielle tried to pull back, look up into her lover’s face, but the hand kept her head immobile.  Feed.  The voice became more insistent.  She shook her head not comprehending, not understanding what was expected of her. 

A sharp pain ricocheted through her head and she whimpered. 

Feed.  Take what you need from me. 

The compulsion was too strong, she couldn’t fight it.  Opening her mouth, she licked his neck.  It was salty and slightly rough.  His pulse beat against her tongue, she could hear the blood rushing through his veins, and Gabrielle felt her stomach cramp with hunger.  The urge to bury her teeth in his flesh was overwhelming.  A soft growl rattled in her throat.  It was that startling sound that stopped her from following through with her intentions.  Pulling back, she stared up at him, horrified by her hunger for his blood. 

“No!” 

Pushing against him, Gabrielle scrambled to her feet preparing to run back into the house.  This had gone way too far.  She’d lost her fucking mind!

What are the Reviewers Saying?

* “… a new spin on the Dracula and Jonathan Harker legends, an approach that proves to be delightful and intriguing as well as sensual. The characters are very well-delineated, and the action is fast-paced. I especially appreciated the inclusion of the psychological and historical background, both in the present circumstances and in the lineage of the Draculs and Harkers. Jayelle Drewry spins a wonderful tale which is subtle yet appealing and sexy in its sensuality and romance." 5 Hearts by Annie @ The Romance Studio

* "...a compelling read that only takes one sitting. The story starts strong and continues on with the perfect mix of sensuality and drama to make this a top notch vampire romance...With a well paced story and an interesting take on Dracula, this is a great addition to anyone's collection." 4 stars (a keeper) by Kimberly Spinney @ Ecataromance

* “... it is seldom that there is a book that touches the heart like Deadly Inheritance. Although it is a short 56 pages you wouldn't know it by the way the author brings the characters and romance to life. In the two, Waking Annabel and Deadly Inheritance, that we have read from this author she has done wonderfully in writing short erotic stories. Reading this story confirms our opinion that this is an author to keep an eye on.” We Really Dig Romance

* “A sizzling sexy, almost gothic story, Deadly Inheritance stimulates the reader’s imagination with Romanian country landscape, neglected castles and ominous tombs….The characters are true without frivolous embossing, producing an arousing romance... Ms. Drewry’s builds the sexual tension to mind-blowing heights, and then thrills with a hot coupling that leaves her readers squirming in their seats. Ivan and Gabriella’s union is beyond hot… unnatural earthy stamina fueled by lusty white flames.” by Pamela Jenewein @ Romance At Heart Magazine

“Victorian Gothic authors of old would rejoice in the way author Drewry sets a haunting scene reminiscent of their style; a castle in decay, thick forests shrouded in mist, moonlit gardens where a mysterious stranger awaits... Ivan’s background is also interestingly spun with how the author borrows from Romanian history and the mythos of Dracula.  As Ivan uses his vampire magic and charm to woo Gabrielle, he reveals himself as a deeply sensual character...With its blend of old and new, an enjoyable couple in Gabrielle and Ivan, Deadly Inheritance is a fun and erotic quick read.” Shannon Frost @ TCM Reviews