“I love you, Raphael,” she whispered fervently. “I missed you so much.”
He kissed her mouth tenderly and began moving, long, sure strokes of his cock, plunging into her eager heat, the muscles of her silky canal caressing him with every thrust, urging him deeper, releasing him only reluctantly and only to shudder with renewed desire when he drove himself inside her once again until their bodies met with the soft slap of firm flesh. Cyn lifted her legs, wrapping them around his back, opening herself even further, inviting him to slide deeper, harder.
Raphael hissed hungrily, his lips finding the soft curve of her neck, his tongue seeking out the plump sweetness of her vein. She felt him jerk with surprise at what his tongue found there and she smiled, but only briefly as her delight in his reaction was washed away in the first clenching of her womb, the climax rolling over her like an electric current, every nerve suddenly shrieking in ecstasy as the orgasm sped through her body, bowing her back and wrenching a scream from her throat.
Raphael sank his fangs into her vein, sending her into a second orgasm before the first had even finished with her, endless ripples of pleasure tumbling her over and over until she was only blearily aware when he threw back his head and roared his own completion, her blood still glistening on his fangs.
Cyn closed her eyes, every muscle limp, every nerve exhausted. She felt Raphael tense to roll to one side and tightened her hold, unwilling to release him. “Stay,” she whispered. “You feel good.”
She felt his smile against her neck, felt his tongue as he lapped up the trickle of her blood, closing the small wound on her neck. She waited. It didn’t take long.
“What is this, my Cyn?”
Cyn smiled. “That, my love, is your Valentine’s Day present.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. “It tastes of you.”
“It is me. I asked Elke about the place she and your other vamps go. I wanted it to taste like me, like us, and I knew the vamps had the artist mix their blood in with the ink in order to keep their bodies from healing over the tattoo.”
He froze. “You let someone bleed you?” he growled.
Cyn patted his butt. “Down, big guy. He only needed a couple drops. I pricked my finger and bled myself, and I made sure any leftover ink was burned.”
He lifted his head then and examined the small heart tattooed high over her left jugular vein, the center of it a stylized letter R. His eyes met hers, glowing with liquid silver. “I’ve a gift for you, too, lubimaya. It’s in my jacket pocket.”
They both looked toward the hallway where his jacket lay discarded on the floor.
Cyn smiled and shrugged. Raphael gave her an inscrutable look, one eyebrow cocked arrogantly. And then, using that uncanny speed of his, he leapt up and was gone and back, his cock sliding neatly through the slick folds between her legs and lodging deep within her, before she’d even registered his absence. She noted appreciatively that he’d shucked his jeans on the way and was now fully naked, the sought after jacket lying on the bed next to them.
“Show off.”
He kissed her softly. “I missed you.”
Cyn didn’t know if he was talking about the last two days or the last two seconds. Either way, she agreed. “Me, too.”
He snagged the jacket with one hand, reached into the pocket and pulled out a small aqua blue box. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my Cyn.”
She eyed the box quizzically, watching as he lifted off the top and produced a black velvet ring box which he then handed to her. Cyn glanced up at him, took the box and opened it. Inside was a stunning platinum band with channel set diamonds all the way around.
“Raphael,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful, but you already—”
“I have noticed . . .” Raphael interrupted. He removed the ring and tossed the box over his shoulder, then lifted her hand and slipped her diamond solitaire off her ring finger, sliding it onto his own pinky finger instead. Cyn smiled at the sight of the slender diamond ring stuck above the first knuckle of his much larger hand.
Raphael drew her attention back when he slid the band onto her ring finger, followed by the solitaire, so that the new band was closest to her heart, like a wedding ring. “Too many males seemed to view the previous ring as a challenge, rather than a mark of . . .” He met her gaze evenly. “Ownership,” he said bluntly. “You are mine, sweet Cyn. Never doubt it.”
“Do you think I doubt it, Raphael?” she asked softly.
“No. But I am selfish enough and Vampire enough to want it made clear to others, as well.”
His expression was the cool, unemotional gaze of a powerful Vampire Lord, someone used to unquestioned obedience. Which told her he knew he was treading a fine line here. Ownership? Uh huh. But she couldn’t help feel just a bit smug that he felt the need. So she smiled. “Well, it’s certainly clear now.”
“Yes,” he said. “It is.”
Cyn put her arms around his neck and rippled her body sensuously against his, luxuriating in the brush of her sensitive breasts against his hard chest, the glide of their bare legs entwined in the warm glow of the fireplace.
Raphael growled softly in response, pulling her closer beneath him. “I trust you are not expecting to sleep before sunrise.”
Cyn kissed his wonderfully soft mouth as he began thrusting inside her. “I’m counting on it,” she whispered. “After all, it’s Valentine’s Day.”
THE END
VAMPIRE VIGNETTE #3
THE INVITATION
Malibu, California
Raphael lifted his head as the doors opened and Cyn entered his office. He watched appreciatively as she strolled across the thick carpet towards him, her hips a seductive sway over high, high heels and long legs that went on forever beneath a snug black skirt. She’d been at some sort of social event this evening, a fundraiser for her friend Lucia’s teen shelter. She didn’t ask him to attend these things with her, knowing the human gatherings would hold little interest for him, and he appreciated that. Just as he appreciated the fact that it gave her a reason to wear those heels and that skirt.
She came around his desk, idly picking up her mail from the corner in-box. Most of it was still forwarded from her condo. She’d only recently changed her mailing address, something he’d been agitating for her to do months ago.
Holding the mail in one hand, she dropped onto his lap, timing it perfectly as he swiveled away from the desk to greet her. Giving him a knowing grin, she wrapped both arms around his neck, throwing the mail back onto the desktop when it got in her way.
“Hey, gorgeous,” she murmured, depositing a warm, lingering kiss on his mouth. “Did you miss me?”
Raphael tugged her closer, one hand sliding up the smooth skin of her thigh as the tight skirt rode up, the other cupping her sweet butt. “Always, my Cyn. How was your event?”
She shrugged, her breasts moving charmingly with the motion. “Pretty standard. We raised a lot of money, though. More than Lucia hoped for, I think.” Her gaze fell absently on the discarded mail and she stiffened.
“Cyn?” he said, frowning.
She sat up and reached for the stack of envelopes once again, pushing aside most of it to pick up a single, square envelope of elegant white stock, the sort used for formal invitations. Or at least it had been, before even the most formal events switched to less traditional methods of invite. Cyn slipped a narrow fingernail beneath the seal, lifting the flap open and pulling out a slightly smaller, but equally elegant envelope with a formal invitation inside. Raphael could hear her heart speed up, her breathing shallow out as she read the enclosure.
“Cyn?” he said, again. He straightened in the chair, tightening his arms around her. “What is it?”
She glanced at him quickly, then shoved the invitation back into the envelope and threw it on the pile. “It’s nothing.”
“Lubimaya,” he chided her. “That was not nothing.”
She drew a deep breath and stood up, taking his hand. He let himself be pul
led from the chair, wrapping his arms around her when she cuddled into his chest. She leaned back a little, looking up at him. “Are you busy here?”
He regarded her quizzically, his head tilted to one side. “I’m never too busy for you, my Cyn.”
She smiled, and there was something sad about it. “I know. That’s why I love you.”
“One of many reasons, I’m sure,” he teased.
Her smile was more genuine this time. “Come on,” she said.
He followed her into their private quarters, still puzzled by the mystery envelope. Whatever it was, she hadn’t been surprised to see it, had seemed to know what was inside as soon as she saw it sitting on the desk. It had troubled her, though. And that troubled him.
She turned into his arms, seeming to need comfort more than sex, or perhaps it was the comfort of sexual contact between them. Proof that he loved her, wanted her, needed her. Raphael knew his mate, knew that for all her outward self-confidence, she needed that reassurance from him. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close when she started unbuttoning his shirt. Tilting her face upward, he kissed her gently, taking his time, exploring her mouth as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. And perhaps it was.
Cyn sank into the kiss, moaning softly as her arms circled his neck, pressing herself against him, taking the kiss even deeper. Raphael smiled against her mouth. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he murmured. He lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently, tugging off her shoes and running his hands up her smooth legs beneath the tight skirt. Cyn released the side button and zipper, lifting her hips as he pulled the skirt down, tossing it aside. He eyed the triangle of white silk that she wore as underwear, but left it in place for now as he knelt beside her on the bed. Sipping from her mouth, he undid the buttons on her very proper, white cotton blouse one at a time until she lay nearly bare. Nearly was not enough.
Cyn watched him lazily, her eyes slumberous, as he pushed the blouse aside to reveal a lacy white bra which matched the panties and barely managed to contain her lovely breasts. He growled softly at the sight and felt himself harden in anticipation. Standing only long enough to kick off his boots and yank his sweater over his head, he stretched out next to her. She reached instantly for the button fly of his jeans, but he took both of her hands in his, trapping her arms over her head as he kissed his way from her eyes, to her cheeks, a quick brush against her soft mouth. She made a small, hungry noise, tugging fitfully at her hands. He looked up to see her green eyes hazing over with desire, half veiled by her long, dark lashes as she struggled to break his hold. He smiled and kept going, releasing her hands, freeing his to pull her blouse open and pop the front clasp on her bra. Her breasts spilled out from their confinement, her nipples a dark rose against pale, golden skin, rising plump and eager beneath his gaze. Bending to his task, he tongued first one delicious nub then the other, switching between them until both were swollen with his attention, until Cyn was gasping for breath, her hands pressed against the back of his head, her breasts thrust forward.
Raphael bit each nipple gently, scraping his fangs along the tender skin as he moved downward, licking a path across her ribs. Cyn’s fingers fisted in his hair, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her nipples wet and shining from his attention, her body taut beneath his.
He took his time, licking her stomach, her abdomen, gliding his tongue along the edge of her panties and nipping at the narrow band that was the only thing holding it in place. He teased her, running his tongue in a long, lazy swipe over the satin of her panties between her legs, feeling her hot and wet beneath the fabric, before licking his way back up over her abdomen.
“Raphael!” She gasped his name in protest, her fingers in his hair urging him downward once again, her sleek body rippling beneath him.
He chuckled softly, his mouth against her flat belly, feeling the shiver that raced over her skin, seeing her nipples flush with blood until they were the color of fresh cherries. “Oh, God. Raphael, please.”
He took the band of her thong in his teeth and tugged, snapping it quickly and pushing the fabric out of his way, growling as the smooth skin of her pussy came into view. He urged her legs wider, opening her to his gaze, sliding one finger deep into the crease of her folds to reveal the flushed and heated center of her sex, soaking wet and eager for his attention, for the plundering of his cock. Raphael raised his head once again, capturing her gaze and licking his lips slowly, letting her see his own hunger. Cyn groaned and fell backwards, her hands moving to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples he had tormented to an aching intensity.
Lowering his head once again, Raphael ran his tongue through her satiny slick folds, tasting the sweet nectar that was his Cyn, feeling her tremble beneath his hands. He licked long and slow, savoring the sensation of her juices on his tongue, the velvet of her skin, her soft moans of pleasure, before turning his attention to the hard, pink pearl of her clit, swirling his tongue around and over it until it too was swollen with desire. Cyn was pleading with him, whispering his name over and over, her head thrashing back and forth in frustration. Without warning, he sucked hard on her clit, tugging it into his mouth at the same moment he plunged two fingers deep inside her.
She climaxed instantly, her back bowing with a wordless cry, her hands clutching the twisted sheets beneath her. Raphael felt his own blood heat at the sight of her orgasm, at the feel of her thrashing beneath him in uncontrolled pleasure. But it was not enough. Not tonight. He pressed his mouth to the delicate skin on the inside of her right thigh, already wet and slick with the juices of her climax. He could smell the blood beneath her skin and muscle, could hear it rushing through the plump femoral vein. Gripping her thigh in one hand, he slid his fangs smoothly beneath her skin, puncturing the vein with practiced ease. Cyn stiffened beneath him, sucking in her breath as the euphorics from his saliva mingled with her blood, electrifying every nerve all at once. She moaned at first, then let out a long wailing scream as a second climax tore through her helpless body.
Raphael held her hips tightly in place, drawing slowly, luxuriously of her blood, feeling it fill his mouth and coat the back of his throat, bringing heat and engorging his cock to the point of pain as it strained against the rough denims he still wore. Withdrawing his fangs, he ministered solicitously to the puncture wound in her thigh, not wanting anything to mar the smooth perfection of her skin. That done, and with Cyn still jerking against him in the final throes of her orgasm, he permitted himself a last, lingering taste of her sweet, wet sex. She came up off the bed as his tongue scraped over her exquisitely sensitive clit, falling back weakly when he began to move slowly up her body, withdrawing his fingers from inside her and wiping their wetness against her stomach as he worked his way up her torso, nipping at her breasts and finally taking her mouth, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tightening her legs over his hips. “You’re still dressed,” she fretted breathlessly.
Raphael laughed, holding her close and rolling them over so she was on top of him, sliding her down his thighs until he could reach the buttons on his fly, barely able to unfasten the straining fabric over his rock hard erection. Cyn slipped off her blouse and bra, dropping them heedlessly behind her, running her hands provocatively through her hair and thrusting her breasts outward. Raphael watched her, the dim silver glow of his eyes beginning to fill the room as his hunger grew.
Impatient now to bury himself inside her, he tore his fly open, freeing his cock at last. Cyn laughed delightedly, pushing aside his hands and releasing the remaining buttons, circling his cock with her slender fingers, stroking him up and down slowly. She bent to put her mouth on him, but Raphael snarled a warning, placing his hands on her hips and lifting her effortlessly onto his cock, releasing her as he thrust upward and buried himself to the hilt deep inside her swollen, wet heat.
Cyn gasped at the force of his entry, then began to ride him, writhing in delicious p
leasure, rocking her hips back and forth sensuously, sliding herself along his shaft. Raphael watched her narrowly, his hands held loosely on her hips, enjoying the sight of her abandoned lust, her eyes closed, lost in passion, and Raphael slid his thumb between her legs, pressing hard against her clit.
Cyn’s eyes flashed wide open with shock before they glazed over once again, as her inner walls convulsed around him, rippling along his length in a heated caress that tightened every muscle in his body and left him fighting the instinctive and powerful urge to fill her with his seed. Above him, Cyn’s hands were stroking greedily over her stomach, her breasts, her arms, moving continuously as if she couldn’t get enough of her own touch.
It was too much for Raphael. Pulling her against his chest, he rolled them over once more, spreading her legs wide with his hips as he began to thrust inside her, forcing his way through the grip of her trembling sheath, feeling the tip of his cock hit her cervix with every down stroke. Cyn tightened her legs, wrapping them around his hips, crossing her ankles over his butt, trying to hold him deep inside. Raphael growled and plunged harder, feeling the heat build between them, the friction of his cock against her tender skin, the slap of his balls against her ass. She keened wordlessly, tears flowing over her flushed cheeks, her nails digging bloody furrows down his back as ecstasy carried them both over the edge. His cum filled her with a heated rush as her body squeezed him almost painfully tight, milking him for every last drop as he collapsed against her, his weight crushing her to the bed, his mouth finding hers in a last breathless kiss.
What seemed like hours later, they lay entwined, sweat soaked, the damp sheets growing cool beneath them as they lay too weak to get up and do something about it. Cyn lay on her stomach, one leg over his hip, her still hot, wet sex pressed against his thigh. Her head was on his shoulder, her arm falling limply over his chest. Raphael had one hand behind his head on the pillow, the other holding her close, rubbing idly up and down the soft skin of her back.
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