– I never turned any of my previous lovers because I didn’t want them to feel how little I cared. You I loved, yet you left me because I wouldn’t verbalize my emotions. That will probably happen again, but if you could feel what you mean to me, Leila — his voice deepened — words wouldn’t matter.
Vlad glanced at my hand and then at my face. Before I could say anything, the bed burst into flames.
The violently tender emotions sweeping mine told me why he’d done it, and it had nothing to do with his anger toward Cynthiana. He simply wanted to destroy something that hurt me.
“Going to save some of that for later?”
I joked. The look he gave me made me forget how unpleasant the silver felt against my wrists.
“When I tie you up, I’ll use silk, and I’ll leave your hands free because I love to feel them on my skin.”
Not if. When. (…)
“If you leave my hands free,” I asked in a throaty voice, “what’s the point of tying me up?”
His wicked smile affected me as much as the heat that swept over my emotions, lashing me with thousands of invisible, sensual whips. Then he leaned in, the soft sandpaper of his jaw grazing my cheek.
“Why tell you when I can show you?”
I slanted a glance at Leila, and mischievously said, "No one thought what you just did could be done, you know. You’ll earn the nickname of The Dragon Slayer.”
Vlad glowered at me, but Bones laughed.
“Very persuasive points. Therefore, feel free to make as many female vampires as you deem necessary for this war.”
“Me?” I exclaimed “No. I mean, I don’t know how—”
“You saw: bite, bleed, replenish,” he said, ticking the items off on his fingers. “Easier than baking a cake.”
I glared at him. “My ass it’s easier, and have you forgotten the tiny issue where I electrocute everyone I touch?”
He made a dismissive gesture. “Not to worry, you’ll bleed them out long before you electrocute them to death.”