Chapter 65

Who was that man she called Eduard?

Dimitri's gaze strayed to Blanca. Slumped in her coat on the seat beside him, she slept as peacefully as a kitten, her mind still caught in the web of the trance he'd placed on her. The urge to touch her was too much to resist. Reaching over, he smoothed an errant dark tendril from her cheek.

Damn, she was even lovelier than he recalled. No longer the English human girl who'd been a woman in his dreams. No longer the 18-year old teenager who pleased him five years ago, but a woman with a refined beauty that stirred everything male in him.

Not to mention his blood.

Memories of a night five years ago came to life in his mind in vivid, erotic detail. Her warm, naked skin against his. Her sweet, breathless cries as he tasted every virgin inch of her beautiful body.

Her trusting, open-hearted gaze as he made love to her for the first—and only—time.