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Vampire's Kiss

“Open the door, my love, and let me come to you.”

Maria stirred in her sleep, tossing restlessly on the snow-white pillow.

“Wake up, Maria. I need you.”

The husky voice pulled her from the deep cocoon of her dreams. She struggled against it, but the seductive tones curled about her brain and drove out all resistance. Tension coiled tight in her belly, drove down to center between her thighs. Her clit started to throb and when she slid her hand down her body, her pussy was already wet.

“Maria!”

Heat wrapped around her. Hips lifted to meet the slick glide of her fingers.

The breath caught in her throat as nerve endings grew sensitized. This was forbidden pleasure, but she couldn’t turn back.

She forced her eyes open, trying to push aside the cobwebs of sleep. Was this a dream, a fantasy? Or had he really called her? She flicked her gaze around the room. She’s left the curtains opened when she’d gone to bed.

Now, moonlight filtered in, lighting the darkness enough to make out the shape of the furniture. Everything was as it should be. Silent. Still. The only sound she heard was her own heartbeat, thundering in her ears.

“Do you love me, Maria? Do you want the pleasure only I can bring you?”

This time the words didn’t just echo inside her mind. They filled the semi-darkness of the bedroom. They made her heart race like molten fire had invaded her blood.

He was out there! This was no dream. He was out there waiting for her.
Tension eating at her gut, she buried her head beneath the bed covers and tried to resist his allure. Oh, God, this was so wrong. She’d promised herself she would no longer partake of this nightly ritual. In the last rational part of her mind, she knew it would ultimately lead to her death.

“It need not lead to death, Maria. You could live with me forever. Life everlasting. Let me come to you. I need you.”

She didn’t even wonder about him being able to read her mind. The husky timbre of his voice, combined with the slight Italian accent, was her undoing. Her body responded without further thought, without her issuing her brain the command to move.

Pushing back the covers, she slid her legs over the side of the antiquated four-poster bed. In a daze, she moved towards the French doors that opened onto the balcony outside her room. Hand trembling, she reached out to unlocked them. For a moment, she hesitated. She wanted to ignore him, but God help her, she needed him. Needed the rush that being with him gave her.

Throwing caution aside, she thrust the doors open. The jasmine-scented night air filled the room as the breeze entered like a lover’s sigh. He came with the breeze, filling the room with his own special brand of magic and erotic enticement.

Maria’s heartbeat faltered for a moment. The blood in her veins quickened and raced through her body, making her feel light-headed. He stood there and watched, an enigmatic smile on his face. His dark eyes captured her gaze. His body made the heat gather in her pussy and spread throughout her entire being. Unable to resist, she opened her arms.

“Raphael, I knew you would come.” Maria cringed inwardly at the breathy, needy tone in her voice. She had no willpower where this man was concerned.

“You tried to deny me, my love. When will you cease to fight me? Do you not love me?”

“Damn it, Raphael, you know I love you. How could I do this every night if I didn’t?” Already she could smell the erotic scent of her own excitement as she imagined the two of them rolling around on the bed behind her. “You want me to give up everything for you. Raphael, I’m afraid!”

“Never fear me, Maria. I won’t take you to that other world until you’re ready. I take only a little now. Enough to give us both pleasure.”

His heat reached out to her as he stepped closer. Without a sound, he lifted his hands to the buttons of her nightgown. The breath tangled in her throat as she thought of what was to come.

He kept his eyes fastened on her face as he slowly undid the buttons and slid the garment off her shoulders. Maria stood still as the soft white fabric slithered down her body to tangle about her feet. Then he took her by the hand and led her over to the bed.

“Your body is exquisite,” he whispered. “Soon, you will cease to resist. You will come to enjoy the night as I do. You, too, will crave the magic.”

Maria shivered as he ran his hands down her throat and lightly skimmed over her breasts. The tremor wasn’t entirely because of the feelings his touch engendered. She might yearn for his touch, but deep inside him, in what passed for his soul, she knew there was a kernel of evil. Something told her that if it was ever released, Raphael would be a dark and dangerous beast.

Rational thought shattered as he leaned forward and nipped at the column of her throat, then laved the love bites with his tongue. Now her whole body shook, sensation tumbling through her blood, igniting nerve endings deep in her pussy. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him too much.
Reaching up, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt. When it lay in a heap on the floor, she let her hands glide down his chest to his belt buckle. In her haste, she fumbled and Raphael took over. Soon he was as naked as she was and Maria moved into his arms.

Raphael picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, stretching out beside her. Hunger slammed into her when he pulled her close, his hand covering her breast. She needed no prelude, no preparation, her pussy already wet, her clit throbbing. May God forgive her, but she had to have this man. She curled her fingers about his rock-hard cock. “Love me, Raphael. Now!”

Without a word, he shifted over her, nudging her legs wider. Maria welcomed his weight, arching her hips so the head of his cock rubbed against her aching pussy. With one thrust, he slid home, filling her, stretching her. Marian groaned at the sensation. She lifted her legs and curled them about his hips, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he withdrew and then slammed back into her again and again.

Tension hovered in the pit of her belly, coiling tighter and tighter. Raphael changed the angle of entry, the friction against her throbbing clit adding to the sensation, driving her wild. Sweat beaded her forehead as the fire of his possession slid through her veins. The breath caught in her throat and she struggled to get closer still. She tightened her internal muscles to try to hold him, only to have him withdraw and thrust again, until a series of little ripples radiated out from her core.

Gasping for breath, she threw her head back on the pillow. His mouth slid across her throat, warm, seductive. His tongue lapped at the madly beating pulse at the base her throat. As her climax caught her up, his final thrust pushed her over the edge into a world of molten feelings. His fangs extended and he sank his teeth into the throbbing vein, drinking his fill of her warm, pulsing blood. She reveled in the feeling it gave her to allow him sustenance. When he was satiated, she felt his warm tongue lap at the small wounds. A healing balm.

Time hung suspended for a moment as Maria floated back to earth. It was an effort for her to think rationally, so great was his affect on her. She lay there, basking in the heat of his body, enjoying the warm, rough feel of his tongue on her neck.

Rough? Maria jerked up in bed, finally aware of what was going on around her.

“You stupid moggie! Who said you could sleep on my bed? Get out of here!”

She leant over to push the family pet off the covers, only to be rewarded by another warm, rough lick on the side of her face.

“Ugh! No more, you furry fiend. Out of here, now!” Maria wiped at her neck with the back of her hand. “Damn,” she cursed, “all that and it was only a dream.”

Her hand still on her neck, her eyes widened as she encountered a tender spot on the side of her throat. Jumping out of bed, she rushed over to the mirror, flicking the light on as she passed. What she saw drove the breath from her body. Two distinct puncture marks on her neck, red and inflamed around the edges.

She spun about to stare at the cat. It sat in the middle of her bed again, its green unblinking gaze fixed on her. Its lips pulled back and she could have sworn the cat grinned at her before it arched its back and jumping from the bed, strutted from the room.

“No! It’s not possible,” she whispered. “It’s only a dream.”

Or was it?

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