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Heat Stroke: Night Heat Kassie Burns An immortal in search of death…
Weary of the unbearable loneliness of her immortal life, Jalie has come to Earth in search of the one
being she believes can end her existence -- a legendary vampire.
The ancient vampire Rone walks the coast of Europe each Midsummer’s Eve, hungry for human prey.
Never before has a beautiful woman sought him out to offer him first her body and then her blood. When immortal and vampire meet, who will live forever?
Heat Stroke: Night Heat Jalie left the rundown inn where she was staying just as the blazing sun sank into the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The innkeeper had begged her not to venture out. It was Midsummer’s Eve, the end of the longest day, the start of the shortest night. According to a thousand-year-old legend, a vampire awoke on this night and stalked the sea shore in the humid summer heat. The land known centuries ago as Europe was ancient and covered with ruins. The best of humanity had fled to new worlds among the stars. Those left behind lived like peasants, grubbing a living from the weary earth. On this night they huddled behind the safety of locked doors, gripping their charms against evil. Jalie had seen many bizarre things on her journeys among the worlds, some strange enough to make her hope the vampire might be real. After all, her immortal existence was unique. The doctors had decided she was a mutation, a genetic freak. They’d wanted to study her, perhaps dissect her, but she’d fled and spent centuries hiding from the hunters they sent after her -- until the loneliness, the constant loss of all she loved, became too much to bear. Now she was a hunter herself, an immortal in search of death. Was the legend that had brought her to this village a tall tale to amuse a tourist from another world, or the truth? Soon enough she’d know. When she reached the beach, she kicked off her sandals and strode barefoot across the white sand. A huge moon hung above the sea, pale as bleached bones. Stars gleamed in a velvet black sky. She stood for a long time gazing out at the ocean, watching the waves come hissing in with the tide, throwing their sea-foamed crests at the sand. A cool breeze molded her long cotton skirt to her legs and dried the sweat that glistened on her skin. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric of her halter top, her nipples hardening and aching with the need that tormented her. When she turned back toward the land, a shock ran through her, sharp as a blade. A shadow in the shape of a man stood between her and the path back to the village. With legs spread wide and arms folded across his chest, he watched her, motionless, as if he’d risen up out of the sand. Jalie bit back her cry of surprise. A drop of sweat gathered at the nape of her neck and slid down her spine. Was it possible the legend was true?
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The man wore a simple black robe that fell to his bare feet. His inky hair tumbled around his broad shoulders. Even his eyes were dark and gleamed with hunger under regal brows. Only his face was pale and white. Without a word, he came toward her, his feet almost floating over the sand, his stride long and smooth and strong. His uncanny speed told her it would be impossible to escape, to turn and run, even if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to. His charisma flowed ahead of him like a tide, sweeping around her, possessing her mind and her body. The vampire legends had spoken of such things, of the creature’s uncanny ability to put his victims into an obedient trance so they would willingly bare their throat to his fangs. Suddenly he was in front of her, towering over her. His smile was slow and ferocious, white teeth pearl-bright in the moonlight, his sharp fangs lowering, ready to puncture her neck. Jalie’s blood grew heavy in her veins, and her heart pounded. She hadn’t felt fear in so long she barely recognized its taste in her mouth. She lifted her chin and met the fierce dark stare of this extraordinary night hunter. “Are you a vampire? Are you going to kill me?” To her surprise, she sounded calm, almost serene. “I am Rone and I walk this coast each Midsummer’s Night, revisiting the Europe I knew and loved for a thousand years. But I do not kill in bloodthirsty lust like some barbarian.” She saw no mercy in his inhuman gaze. “How do you kill then?” “A beautiful woman deserves a memorable death. First I will make slow and pleasurable love to you, and then at the moment of your orgasm, while your body shudders in ecstasy, I will drain your blood to the last delicious drop.” A shudder of anticipation ran through her body. Rone’s dark and hungry eyes stared into her soul. He leaned closer to her, and the breeze lifted strands of his silky hair to brush across her cheek. “The villagers know not to walk the beach on this night. You’ve come here of your own free will. You want to die. Why?” With sudden daring, she reached out and touched the warm flesh of his lower lip, then moved her finger to one fang. The sharp edge pricked her, and she quickly drew back her hand. A drop of blood on her fingertip glittered black in the moonlight. “I’m an immortal like you and I’ve lived too long. I’ve outlived everyone I’ve ever loved. I can’t love and lose any more. I don’t want to go on. Can you understand?” The vampire nodded. Something like compassion gleamed for a moment in his haunting eyes. Did this creature understand? Could a vampire feel human pain? Did Rone endure the same loneliness she did? How ironic then that he could set her free. Jalie reached back and undid the strap of her halter top, dropping the flimsy covering to the sand. Her full breasts spilled free of their restraint, her skin shining like pale silver in the moonlight. Her
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nipples looked dark against the pale flesh, the color of dried blood. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall too. She hadn’t bothered with panties. Already, heat burned between her legs and the moisture of her arousal dampened her thighs. “I’m ready. Make love to me.” “Beautiful.” Rone’s ravenous stare swept over her nude body, drinking her in. She held her arms at her sides and squared her shoulders, thrusting her breasts toward him in invitation. Without preamble, he reached out and cupped the rounded flesh in his hands. His long, elegant fingers flicked over her nipples and she jerked at the electric heat that jolted from the tips down to her throbbing cunt. The dark buds immediately grew taut, rising up as if hungry for the touch of the vampire’s lips. A slow smile of triumph curved Rone’s lips. He bent his head and sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth. His tongue swept over the sensitive flesh, teasing it into an even higher peak. She winced at the sudden stab of his fang sinking into the rounded tip. He grabbed her arms and held her still while she groaned helplessly. A pinprick of blood sprang up to quiver at the tip of her nipple like a drop of ruby milk. He swept it away with his hot tongue, licking his lips with undisguised delight. “My first taste of you, but not my last.” “Drink your fill.” Jalie bent her head in surrender to this dark death she’d chosen. When his fangs sank into her other nipple and he drank a second drop of her life’s blood, her knees trembled under her. Each taste he took drained the strength from her body. He truly was death embodied. As if sensing her weakness, Rone pulled her down onto the sand. They lay side by side, their bodies stretched out under the bright moonlight. He shrugged and the robe fell away from his body, leaving him nude and magnificent. Jalie’s breath caught in her throat. She let her gaze slowly wander from his chiseled face to his strong neck, shoulders and broad chest. She ran her hands over his solid muscles and traced the soft, dark curls of his chest hair down to his navel. His cock rose between his thighs already swollen and erect, long and thick and stone hard. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of Rone pushing that rigid cock into her while he drained the life from her body. Was this the last cock she would ever ride? A sudden desire to kiss it seized her. She bent over it, circling the wide base with her hands and taking the silky tip into her mouth. Her tongue swept up a salty drop of his semen. She cupped his balls in her hands and gently squeezed while she licked the tip. The groan she drew from him pleased her. Slowly, she slid her tongue down the pulsing length of him, swirled it around the base and teased her way up again. “You’re no village virgin, woman.” He arched his hips off the sand, demanding more. “No, I’m not. I told you, I’m immortal, like you, but weary of the endless years. I’ve come to Earth seeking a vampire, hoping one immortal can end the life of another.”
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He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. “Are you sure of the choice you’ve made? When I drain you, you will die.” His voice rumbled with the confidence of a primordial killer. “Suck my cock and pleasure me before I thrust into you and I’ll make sure you die in ecstasy.” “Gladly.” The heat of the night enveloped them like a cloak. Kneeling in the sand, she bent over his hips and took him deep into her mouth. The salt and sweet taste of his hot skin made her senses reel. She’d thought vampires were dead creatures, but he pulsed with uncanny vitality. His cock twitched in her mouth, demanding her attention. She stroked him with her tongue and lips, and felt him grow even larger. Bending lower, she moved her lips up and down his length. Her long hair caressed the skin of his abdomen. Her tongue traced the vein that bulged along the underside of his length. Her fang-pierced nipples grazed his thighs, leaving thin trails of blood. She smelled a coppery scent that mingled with the salt of the sea. “Enough.” His eyes went black with hunger. He pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her back down on the sand. Her nipples stabbed up at the sky, desperate for his touch again, but he ignored them. Spreading her legs wide, he buried his head between her thighs and thrust his tongue deep into her pussy. The tip probed her moist depths, sending waves of fire coursing through Jalie’s veins. She lifted her hips off the ground, inviting him deeper into her. Instead, he withdrew and circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, relentlessly teasing the little nub until it hardened and ached with need. A pressure began to build deep in her loins, a pressure she knew would only mount and mount until the explosion came and his fangs bit deep into her neck. He spread her legs wider, holding her open with his hands. The sea breeze blew across her enflamed pussy while his head moved to her inner thigh. Without warning, he sank his fangs into the tender flesh. Unspeakable pain and desire shot through her. She screamed up at the watching face of the moon and bucked against his grip. He held her down with superhuman strength and sucked, drawing her blood from deep in her veins. Jalie felt him swallow and knew he tasted the salty essence of her. Once more her strength drained away, and she sank back onto the sand, her eyelids fluttering shut at the unspeakable pleasure of release. When his fangs came free of her flesh, she cried out, feeling the loss. His hungry mouth settled over the folds of her pussy again, smearing her blood into her juices. She grabbed his head with both hands, pressing his mouth between her thighs, wiggling her butt deeper into the sand. A sheen of sweat covered her skin, born of the heat of the night and their passion. She wanted his rough tongue raking over her clit again, bringing her to the climax that would end it all.
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Instead, he rose over her and settled his long, lean body between her legs. His breathing had grown as harsh and needy as hers. He sucked her aching nipple into his hot mouth and slowly milked another drop of blood from the wounded flesh. She stared up at his face, lost in the power of her lover. “Take me.” Obediently, he moved between her legs. The hard head of his cock probed at her tender flesh. Groaning with her need, she guided him into her opening and arched upward. He drove into her, his thick length splitting her open. She wrapped her legs around his hips and clung to him, lost in the pleasure pulsing through her core. A pleased smile touched his lips. Gazing deep into her eyes, he stroked in and out of her with long, slow thrusts that brought her trembling to the edge of explosion only to withdraw and leave her yearning for his return. He was like the sea, surging into her and retreating, again and again, pushing deeper, harder, each time, taking and possessing her even as the sea took and possessed the beach, drowning her and making her his. She gave him a pleading look. In another moment she would come, and they had not yet kissed. “Kiss me,” she murmured. A kiss was the seal between two lovers, the fitting end to her life. His dark eyes searched hers and then his hard, demanding mouth settled over hers. His tongue slipped inside and stoked hers in rhythm with his escalating thrusts deep inside her. His fangs descended over her lips, their sharp tips pressing against the tender flesh. Their touch drove her almost mad with desire. She rocked her hips, forcing him deeper inside her, and threw back her head to expose her neck. He broke off the kiss and settled his mouth over the vulnerable spot where the pulse beat wildly near the base of her throat. “Do you give yourself to me?” His voice beat against her bones like a brass drum. She closed her eyes, ready for her endless thoughts to cease, ready to soar into the mindless space of orgasm and death. “I do.” The muscles of his buttocks tightened. He drove hard into her and she pressed up to the thrust, welcoming him into her depths. He filled her with an unbearable pressure that was pure bliss. Waves of pleasure began to move with inexorable force from her core outward, sending shudders of delight through her. She could feel her mind dissolving. Her lips moved with her last words. “I’m coming. Drink me.” His fangs sank into her neck with an exquisite pain that only deepened the shudders racking her. He pressed her neck against his mouth with one strong hand and her blood rushed up and out of her body into him. She shook in his arms. Was she passing from the pleasure of orgasm into the final bone-racking tremors of death? She couldn’t tell. Her thoughts whirled into pieces, broken by the overwhelming
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sensations of his cock stroking her and his fangs sucking her lifeblood. Helpless whimpers of pleasure poured from her wounded throat. The blood pounded in her temples and roared in her veins as it rushed toward his demanding mouth. He gasped, and she felt the hot liquid rush of her blood leaving his lips and dripping over her throat. With a final lunge, he rammed into her, his whole body stiffening. His cry rose up toward the moon. Together they writhed upon the sand. The relentless sea, rising with the tide, reached them and swept over their bodies, washing away the blood he’d spilled. Cool water surging around her drew Jalie back to consciousness. She lifted her head to stare into eyes that were still dark but no longer hungry. “Why have you stopped? Why haven’t you drained me?” He gave her an inscrutable stare. “I have drunk my fill. That is all I ever drink.” “But I still live.” A part of her knew disappointment, but another part wondered what would happen if she came again to this beach. Would he reappear and make love to her until her immortal blood finally drained away? Rone shook his head as if guessing her thoughts. “The life within you is too strong to defeat.” Jalie blinked away the tears that sprang into her eyes. “Then this quest, too, is a failure. I must continue my search for a way to die.” He still lay between her legs, and now he cupped her full breast with one hand. “Why die and destroy such beauty, my love?” “I cannot continue alone.” He rose from the sand with the uncanny grace of a supernatural being, pulling her to her feet after him. “You need not live alone. Tonight is Midsummer’s Eve, when the door between the worlds grows thin. I am indeed a vampire, but we’re not creatures of this world, as you believe. We come here from another realm. I will take you through the door to my world. There you will find many like me, who share your immortality and will take great joy in pleasuring you for endless centuries to come.” She could barely take in his words. “Can such a thing truly be?”
He grasped her hand in his. “Come with me and see.”
Together they turned and took two steps up the beach, then vanished into the night. Only
darkness remained. Slowly the sea crept up the sand and erased their footsteps.
Kassie Burns Kassie Burns started life as a small town girl, but soon moved on to the big city. There she found love and settled down with a husband, two adorable dogs and her ever-trusty computer. As a writer of sensual romance, Kassie dates her interest in bondage and creatures of the night back to long nights chained to that computer. To learn more about Kassie Burns, please visit www.kassieburns.com. Send an email to
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