Virginia stretched out languidly in her bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so safe, happy and satisfied. She smiled, remembering the intense passion she had experienced last night. A shift of movement behind her and the vampire snaked his arms around her waist, long fingers seeking to bring her to another state of arousal. God, he was insatiable. He was warmer than she expected, and his simulated breathing was completely realistic. But he was supposed to be the best, so undercover work posing as human was probably one of his specialties. She chuckled; the glasses were such a good touch, as if a vampire could be nearsighted. His insistent hands slid lower and she turned over, pulling him into a kiss, hungry for him again. He slid on top, entering her with a violent shove that made her squeal in delight, slowly pumping, drawing her ecstasy out further. He was the perfect lover. Just that one thing that was odd, not such a big deal really. Nothing she was going to mention anyway. But why did he call out his own name during orgasm? Every time. “Angel, Angel, Angel.” he would breathlessly moan, quivering madly. Weird.