Chapter Nine
Tory glanced at Simon's relaxed face as he slept. It was a good thing vampires healed quickly, otherwise it would be impossible for her to move without waking him. Hell, it would be impossible to move at all after the number of times he made love to her last night.
Sliding out of the bed, she picked up her discarded dress from the back of a chair. Dressing, she ran her fingers through her tousled hair. The good thing about curly hair was it always looked a bit wild and messy.
Walking silently over to the French doors leading out to the balcony, she glanced one last time toward the huge bed. A shiver of need coursed through her. She didn't understand what it was about Simon, but she couldn't seem to get enough of him. It was more than just his blood. There seemed to be some
