was like a sweet melody, unappreciated and unheard by mortal ears. His eyes roved over her graceful neck. So exposed, so vulnerable, and so rich with the nectar of life.
He fought back the urge to elongate his fangs. Tonight was only for a taste. She was to be savored. He ran his fingers down her neck. Further down his nails popped the buttons off her shirt and her soft breasts swelled to occupy the free space.
He straddled her and kissed up from her cleavage to her dewy lips. A sigh of pleasure passed between the two, his dark aura sending thrills through her flesh. The vampire smiled, as he felt her kiss back. Her twitching hands instinctively swept up his back, pulling him deeper into their mutual embrace...
***
Eve writhed in her dreams. She felt trapped, only instead of fear, ecstasy pulsed through her being. A shadow had come this night. It felt so real that she did all she could not to wake up. The shadow's hardness brushed up against her groin, thick and powerful. She moaned out loud, as his fangs skimmed along her supple neck, so soft and vulnerable, pumping with her life blood.
While she did not consciously recognize what had come for her that night, her subconscious, steeped in the myths of the Old World, knew all too well. Her heart fluttered in anticipation for what was to come next.
She arched her neck for him to bite, offering her blood and body to slake his infernal appetite. But he did not take it. He teased her, inflaming her lusts all the more with his ghostly caresses down her lush thighs and tingling belly.
“Not tonight, Eve. Not tonight ,” whispered the shadow. His voice was familiar, yet not enough for her to place.
“Please...take me...now,” she moaned aloud, her body writhing with more intensity to the well of carnal longing that had focused in her core. “I'm yours...” Just vocalizing her submission to this being of absolute power was enough to push her quivering womanhood over the edge.
Her hands pulled against the shadow and her hips went rigid. Gasps of pleasure erupted from her lips, as moisture flooded her slit. Her clenching vaginal muscles were desperate for the hardness that lay just out of her reach.
The shadow trapped her mouth with his, smothering her with his own smoldering desires. I will come back for you, Eve. Their tongues tangled in carnal hunger. She flicked her tongue along his teeth, cutting herself on one of his canines. Some of the hot fluid rolled back down her throat, most was sucked up by the shadow.
She groaned, as he suckled on her tongue. She gave the creature a taste of what desire burned through her blood. As he sucked, she felt her very heartbeat thunder through her being. Her body still tingled in the afterglow of her release.
At once, the shadow pulled away. She felt his glistening masculinity swipe against her inner thigh when he moved over her.
“Sweet dreams,” he said, though this time it seemed to resonate through her ear rather than her head. His hand slipped away from her throat like a ring from a finger. Then, he was off into the night.
Eve bolted up and realized her eyes had been open the entire time. “Oh my god,” she whispered. She rubbed her tongue against her teeth and shuddered.
For once, fantasy was reality.
***
Eve hustled out the door early in the morning. The routine was the same, but after last night's encounter, everything felt different. The warmth from her sweater was nothing compared to the hard heat that wavered above her loins hours before. The cold, nipping air was distant and impersonal to the shadow's cool and sensuous touch.
A voice greeted her as she stepped outside her apartment building. “Ah, a fellow early bird.” Nicholas? His voice sounded familiar and reassuring, as the man who flirted with her after her night walk. Her body, however, knew the voice on a far more intimate level. Her blood stirred, and she took deeper breaths
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