Because I Want a Vampire's Kiss! (Book 3)

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Chapter 7

Maybe it’s time for you to tell me about these dreams.

Those were the words Leo had spoken. They now reverberated around in Camilla’s head causing her to blush.

Leo now sat watching her with his eyebrows raised in question.

Camilla looked down and fiddled with the end of her shirt. “I actually kind of thought you might have had them also.”

Leo frowned at that. “Why would I have them? Vampires don’t dream of their soulmates, at least not that I know of. I believe I would have remembered dreams of you though. So, tell me about them.”

“They were all so vivid Leo and you spoke to me, carried on conversations. It’s so odd to me that you didn’t have the dreams also,” she murmured. “Anyway, they started after my fourteenth birthday. Maybe because I started to notice the boys, not that any of them looked my way.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“I was quite the dork,” she laughed. “Glasses, braces, knobby knees, I had it all. Anyway, the dreams all started the same, with me in a bed so soft it could be a cloud. There’s a very muscular arm under my head and a male body behind me,” she giggled as she reached out and squeezed his arm. “This makes me very happy because, although I have no problems with slimmer men, I do tend to lean toward the more muscular ones.”

Hugging her tight against him, her bare back to his bare chest, he flexed his arm muscles a bit as he nipped at her neck. “Mm… that’s good to hear, little one. Would you like to know what I like?”

“What?” She asked breathlessly.

“I like a woman with a bit of meat on her thighs, no bean poles for me.”

“Hm… you know, I should have been able to guess that.”

“Oh? Why is that?” He asked as one of his hands moved down to rub along her thigh.

“Well, when I was sixteen, my dreams changed a bit. Always before they were quite innocent. You would talk a bit and hug me tight. Then before you disappeared, I would turn my head to see your glowing eyes and fangs. As I did this, you always kissed my cheek.”

“So, what changed at sixteen?”

“At sixteen, you started becoming a bit more… um… touchy. I always thought it weird though because Shelly had this boyfriend,” she hummed thoughtfully. “I think his name was Jamie and she was always complaining about how he was always finding some excuse to “feel up her rack”. Of course, he didn’t last long because of it, she wasn’t ready for that at sixteen.”

“Feel up her rack? You mean her…?” He ran a hand over her chest.

“Yes, her boobs,” Camilla poked her lip out in a pout. “Her bustline puts mine to shame, trust me on this.”

“So, I’m guessing you expected me to try and feel yours up, but I never did?”

“No, you didn’t. I mean, I was glad you didn’t because mine was pitiful at sixteen. I know you would have been disappointed in them since they were barely bumps.”

He chuckled as he palmed one. “Not so bad now though.”

“I guess not. Mom said I was a late bloomer. Personally, I think it was because I wasn’t much more than a bag of bones until I was eighteen.”


“Yeah, but I began putting on a bit of weight, mostly in my thighs, and my chest got a bit bigger too,” she explained. “Anyway, your hand would always run down across my ribcage and stomach before moving to my thigh. Another weird thing though was that I always dreamed of myself in a nightgown. It never seemed to matter what I went to bed in, even shorts or pants, I always wound up in a gown. I always wondered if that was something you did,” she told him.

He tensed as a memory moved fleetingly through his head. “What kind of gown?”

She turned her head, looking thoughtful as her gaze met his.

“Um… I’m not sure of the color because it was always dim in the room, not dark though like maybe there was a small lamp on. It must have been short though because your hand always stopped halfway down my thigh. I would feel your hand on my bare leg, and sometimes you would slide your hand up under it to the top of my thigh, rubbing circles there, although that didn’t happen until I was seventeen,” she said sounding breathless. She let out a little moan, her eyes slowly dilating.

“You liked that did you?” He whispered in her ear as he rubbed circles on her thigh now. He felt her muscle tighten and she moaned again. “Tell me the rest, little one.”

She took in a ragged breath. “I also think it had spaghetti straps because I felt your lips when you would kiss my shoulder like it was bare. You always kissed me on the shoulder after I turned sixteen. I remember the feel of your cool breath on my skin drove me wild. It ramped up my teenage hormones and pushed them over the edge.”

A memory once more moved in his mind, barely within his grasp. His hand brushing long red hair aside to kiss a woman’s shoulder. His hand slipping over the soft, smooth skin of a thigh and gently squeezing it. Whispering the words “find me” before awakening with a fierce need.

He shook his head, trying to figure out where the image was coming from. “Finish telling me about these dreams, little one.”

She tilted her head, looking confused, but she continued.

“So, at sixteen, you began telling me I smelled delicious when you would kiss my shoulder. You told me I smelled like peaches. When I told you, I wasn’t wearing anything peach-scented, you laughed. You told me that for a vampire, it wasn’t about what I was wearing, but all about my natural scent. What does that mean?”

“A Geliebte, beloved, will have a scent to draw her vampire to her, usually it is something he likes. Your scent is that of peaches, which I love,” he told her. He then buried his nose in her neck which caused her to laugh and shiver.

“Ah, that explains it then,” she said with a slight nod. “Anyway, my teenage hormones were rampaging, and by eighteen they started to get the best of me. That’s when I got brave enough to ask you to kiss me, but…”

“But what?”

“You said no, that some things were better done in person,” she answered with a pout.

“Was it worth the wait?” He asked close to her ear in a whisper.

“Mm… oh, yes! Yes, it was. In fact, how about another?”

“After you finish telling me about these dreams,” he teased.

She huffed and lay her head back on his chest. “Fine. After you told me no, the dreams went back to shoulder kisses. As I got older, sometimes your hand would move further up my thigh. Sometimes it moved toward the inner thigh and squeeze.”

Once more, her breathing picked up and this time he caught the scent of her arousal.

“Oh Leo, you made me so, so, excited when you did that,” she whispered. “I would awaken wanting so much more.”

He grunted then as his memory finally cleared, and he saw it all.

Her head came up at his grunt, and she watched him.

“I had a dream once too. There was a woman in a short blue gown, her shoulders bare of anything but her beautiful red hair. I remember wanting her with everything in me. I remember telling her to find me, but she didn’t come. I remember feeling so empty and… heartbroken,” he told her in a whisper.

Her eyes widened, and she placed her hands on his face. “When Leo? When was this?”

“I don’t know. A few months ago, now I suppose.”

“Oh, Leo. The night before I left, I had another dream. That’s what gave me the courage to leave home. After that dream, when you asked me to find you, I went the very next morning and talked to my father. He’d been pushing me to take over the company, but I asked him to give me until my birthday to find my soulmate. I told my mother I wanted a love like theirs and I knew I wasn’t going to find it there. I was coming, Leo, I was coming to find you,” she cried as her tears began to fall.

He turned her face to his shoulder before pulling her closer. He murmured, “Oh, little one, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given up so easily.”

She sniffled a bit, saying, “In a way, you didn’t though, or at least some part of you didn’t. In my dream of you last night, you told me I was close, and that’s when I saw your blue eyes.”

“I remember you saying something about that.”

“If I hadn’t dreamed of you last night, Leo, I-I think I would have packed it in and gone home. I was so discouraged and didn’t think I could go any further. I know my father gave me roughly six months and it’s only been four, but I guess I thought I’d go right out and find you easily,” she sighed. “I didn’t think it would take so long.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t give up, my sweet Camilla,” he said with a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“So am I Leo, so am I,” she agreed. She yawned. “Excuse me.”


“Yes. I’m sorry, I know I went to sleep on you earlier.”

“That’s okay, little one,” he said, holding her close to him as he stood up. “Let me take you to my bed and let you sleep a while before dinner time. While you sleep, I’ll go to the store, because my pantry is nearly empty.”

He lay her down on his unmade bed and took off her shoes. Next, he took her glasses off and lay them on his bedside table. Then, he pulled the blanket up and kissed her gently. He watched as her eyes fluttered closed and smiled.



“Your bed is,” yawn, “really soft. Just like a cloud,” she finished in a whisper.

Ja, I know it is,” he answered. Then he slipped out the door leaving her to drift off to sleep.

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