by ML Michaels
Gone were the claws, the fangs, the glowing eyes that had so disturbed her moments earlier; their bearer once again beholding her with a sweet and most familiar smile.
“Are you all right?” she demanded, tone frantic as she raised a loving hand to cup and caress his cheek. “Did he hurt you baby?”
Carver said nothing for a moment, only stared up at her with wide disbelieving eyes as he considered her disbelieving words.
“Why aren’t you running from me, like so many others have done?” he asked her, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why aren’t you terrified of the monster before you?”
Clarissa shook her head.
“The only monster I see is running like a coward from the clutches of my protector,” she assured him, adding as she covered his hand with hers, “I knew from the moment I met you that you were something different, Carver—something very special.” She paused here, adding as she pursed her lips to comical effect, “Now I wasn’t just counting on this different, and this special. Now I just need to know exactly who you are.”
Gracing her with a grateful smile, Carver squeezed her hand as he told her, “Well first, my darling, thank you for asking me who I am—instead of what. And who I am, for lack of a better term, is a vampire,” he paused here, adding with a deep sustaining breath, “Once upon a time, Clarissa, I was a Marine Corps lieutenant. I was racking up honors left and right, and had a very bright future ahead of me. Then one night I met the wrong woman at the wrong bar—a lady whose beauty was no match for her bite.”
Clarissa nodded.
“She turned you, didn’t she?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Carver blinked.
“You believe me?” he asked. “You believe in me?”
Clarissa nodded.
“As an author of paranormal romance, Carver, I’ve come to believe in just about anything,” she revealed, adding in a grave tone, “I just have to know one thing, Carver. Do you kill to survive?”
Her lover shook his head.
“No,” he revealed. “I’m an incubus vampire. I draw my sustenance from the sensual energies of women.” He paused here, adding as he arched a provocative eyebrow, “Care to see a demonstration of my prowess, Clarissa? Because I’d like nothing better than to take you home and make mad, passionate love to you. Right now.”
***
In just a matter of moments, Clarissa found the nightmare of her life dissolve into a radiant dream.
Setting her soft and gentle on the edge of her bed, Carver dropped to his knees before her and freed her feet from their confining shoes; suckling her toes and licking the pads of her feet before laving his way up the length of her long sturdy legs.
Her vampire lover released an animal growl as his gentle hands reached beneath her skirt to knead and massage her buxom hips; his sumptuous mouth following suit as it captured the border of her white cotton panties between his teeth and dragged them downward--leaving them in a cloudy heap beside her feet as he returned to the source of her ultimate pleasure.
“Relax, love, and let me do everything,” he whispered against her skin. “Everything for your pleasure.”
With these words he opened her feminine folds with a long resounding lick, leaning his sculpted head inward to grace her with the ultimate intimate kiss.
Sealing his smooth wet lips on the surface of her throbbing clit; he licked and suckled with heated intensity as she moaned her contentment.
Shifting his head from side to side to intensify the sensation that coursed wild through every fiber of her being, Carver smiled against her skin as he seemed to draw energy from her sublime satisfaction.
Thrusting her full hips forward to intensify the sensation, Clarissa kicked her legs up onto Carver’s muscled shoulders as her nub pounded in the heat of pleasure.
Finally, and with a long last lick, Carver sent her hurtling across the bounds of an incredible clitoral orgasm, one that claimed her whole as a sheen of pure ecstasy enveloped her in its heavenly realm.
Rising tall and proud before her, her lover stripped his tight black shirt over his head and tossed it reckless on the ground beside him, revealing as he did some hard chiseled pecs and a divine set of sculpted abs.
Sweeping her up in a hot embrace, Carver pulled her body to his as the couple collapsed on the bed beneath them, their arms and legs entangling as their lips also joined in a passionate kiss.
Carver’s full soft mouth massaged hers as his hands mirrored their motions; peeling off her black satin sundress as his fingers ran like warm water down the surface of her back.
Clarissa smiled against his hips as her own tender hands massaged his pecs before stealing lower still grasping the border of his tight blue jeans and peeling them down the length of his long firm legs.
She gasped as this move released a long hard shaft that rose to salute her presence.
Soon the couple rolled naked and entangled across the soft surface of her silky bed; their hands and lips joining to complete their cocoon as his cock rose to kiss her cleft.
Bowing his head to grace her neck with a soft warm kiss, Carver nipped at her nape in a playful tease before suckling her breasts; his long wet tongue sucking her nipples until they rose to hard erect peaks between his lips.
The softness of his mouth proved a pleasing contrast to the soft graze of his fangs against her skin; arousing her further still as he gyrated his hips against hers.
Her lover pulled her closer still as she sank in his embrace, reaching forth to entangle her fingers in the silken lengths of his jet-black hair.
Soon their hips claimed a perfect rhythm as their bodies engaged in a sinful tango; writhing together as a flawless constant until fire ignited between them.
Suddenly Carver lifted his head, ensnaring her in a heated gaze as he clutched her to him.
“Do you feel it, Love? Do you sense our truth?” he asked. “There exists a special reason that you were drawn to my ad—the same irresistible force that drove a macho Marine to read a romance novel. We were intended to discover each other.”
“Intended to be together,” the couple said as one, sinking in one another’s arms as—fully and finally—they became one.
With an intense growl Carver surged his long hard shaft to the depths of her soaking wet pussy, probing and penetrating her as their lips collided in a nervous kiss.
Their hips claimed a flawless rhythm as he moved and surged within her, all the while cradling her body as their tongues entangled between them.
Spreading her soft fleshy thighs to invite him inward, Clarissa ran her fingers down his back as their beings melded as one; their hearts beating in divine accord as he drove forth to her very core.
Carver swept her up in two strong arms as passion overcame them; their souls seeming to merge as one as with a long last flourish he sent her hurdling across the bounds of an explosive mutual orgasm.
The couple trembled in the heat of ardor as they collapsed together in the sheets beneath them; resting in an easy embrace as their whispers intermingled in the air above.
“That was amazing,” Clarissa declared, adding as she blessed his carved cheeks with a rain of sweet baby kisses.
“It’s just the beginning,” Carver insisted, clutching her hands between them. “From this day forward, Clarissa, I swear to remain your eternal protector, and, if you so wish, your eternal lover.”
***
Once again Clarissa found herself ensconced in the depths of cool, glittering water, again seeking comfort and warmth in the crystal waves of Crystal Bay.
She found greater succor, however, in the warm embrace of a muscular companion who swam beside her in these refreshing waters. A companion who, she couldn’t help but notice, was one of those annoying people who looked really good wet.
Floating beside her as the couple waded hand in hand through the streams of their beloved bay, Carver likened an erotic water nymph in the midst of his element, crystal
line water drops adding further definition to his sculpted pectorals and his carved abdominals.
Tossing the strands of his long wet hair playful in her face, Carver let loose with a deep melodic chuckle as she splashed him in kind return,the couple engaging in a playful water fight as the glowing beacon of the overhead sun blessed their seaside frolic.
“It was just a few weeks ago that I was hiding in these waters,” Clarissa told Carver, adding as she graced him with a blissful smile, “It feels so good to be free.”
Carver nodded.
“And I will make it my mission to ensure that you’re always free and safe,” he assured her, adding as he swept her up in his arms, “And most of all, loved.”
With this Carver captured her lips in a hot wet kiss, gathering her to him as their soaking wet bodies united between them.
The couple’s arms and legs entangled and their chests pressed together to generate a divine friction; one that drove them deeper into one another’s arms as their kisses intensified.
Carver graced her with a wicked grin as his hand disappeared beneath the surface of the water, caressing the rounded belly other men had mocked before venturing lower still.
Even as she continued to kiss her lover senseless, Clarissa’s eyes flew wide as he dipped his daring fingertips between her legs and rubbed the skin of her buxom thighs.
“Close your eyes love,” he released on a whisper. “Release yourself and dream.”
Following this direction, Clarissa exhaled as the smooth ocean breezes caressed her flushed cheeks, mirroring the movements of her lover’s agile fingers as they slipped beneath the slick wet fabric of her one-piece ebony swim suit.
She gasped outright as he cupped her femininity and opened her tender folds; pausing to tease her enflamed clit before slipping inside her.
Swallowing her startled gasp, Carver continued to ply her lips with the deepest kisses as his talented fingertips coaxed and massaged her hungry insides; igniting a fire that only intensified when he promised to make her ‘wet all over.’
His free hand cradling her back as their legs entangled underwater, Carver’s finger caressed her soaking pussy, crooking back and forth in a come hither motion as he elicited sparks that coursed upward from her feminine area to touch her very heart.
Just then her lover hit the spot touching a very special place that lingered just inside her opening.
Clarissa sighed against his lips as spasms of sweet ecstasy erupted from her feminine core, sending her bounding into the realm of an incredible G-spot orgasm.
Catching up her trembling body in two sheltering arms, Carver immersed her in a tight clench until the tremors finally subsided thrilling her still further as he bowed his head to her neck and playfully nipped her skin.
“So now you’ve sampled another of the pleasures that a lord of the night can bring you,” he hissed.
“Yes,” Clarissa answered in a growl, adding as she wrapped her arms around the breadth of his hard muscled shoulders, “And I want more.”
Making quick work of their swimsuits, the couple immersed themselves in an ardent embrace as their wet flesh pressed together; her breasts crushing his hard chiseled chest as their arms and legs entwined.
Dissolving into a wet cocoon as he kissed her lips and caressed her moist breasts, the couple’s floating bodies moved closer and closer before joining finally as one—his long hard shaft employing nature’s slickest lubricant as it surged nice and easy to the depths of her pussy.
The two continued to kiss and cuddle as their bodies engaged in an erotic form of water ballet; floating together as Carver continued to probe and penetrate her famished insides.
The song of passing gulls seemed to bless their love as the ebullient rays of the overhead sun bathed their bodies; drawing them closer together as two became one.
Finally, and with a resounding kiss, the lovers exploded in the encompassing realm of a stirring mutual climax, their bodies trembling and clinging together as ecstasy overcame them.
“I love you,” they said as one, drawing back to stare deep into one another’s eyes as the flow of the sea breeze whispered in concurrence.
Moments later the couple once again swam side by side in the sun sprinkled waters of Crystal Bay, talking and laughing as they made their way reluctantly back to shore.
“I have a question for you Carver,” Clarissa spoke up, squeezing her lover’s hand as she asked, “Just how in the blazes—most literally, I guess—do you as a vampire walk around in the sun without being rendered an oversized but very hunky version of Melba toast?”
Carver guffawed outright.
“I love your humor darling,” he praised her, adding with a playful wink, “Let’s just say that people of my kind learn to invest in top quality sun block.”
Clarissa nodded.
“Makes sense,” she allowed, adding as she graced him with a playful nudge, “I myself have learned the one never should go anywhere without their protector.”
The End
*****
The Soldier’s Doctor: A Military Medical Biker Bad Boy Romance
By ML Michaels
Dean
I never thought I would have negative feelings when it came to this place. On vacation days, I’d come back here with all the guys. I’d fine the hottest babes, bathe my innards in liquor, and return back to active duty after the best few days. As rewarding as my job is, it was those days that I would always look forward to during particularly stressful moments. I always look forward to the day when I return and have the best time.
But today, stepping off the plane, the excitement that usually came with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was nothing but a pit of anger and despair. My stomach felt like a rock, and I was alone. But the worst part of it all was that there was a pair of crutches under my arms. I could still recall the pain of the bullet slamming into my ankle as if it was yesterday. I didn’t understand how a soldier like me needed to take months of time off like this. Guys like me didn’t get injuries like this. They just didn’t.
Getting to my usual hotel was hell. Public transportation wasn’t easy with crutches. An older woman offered to help me with my bags, but I brushed her off. I didn’t need her help. I was perfectly capable of functioning on my own. When I finally made it to the hotel, I dumped my things into the room, and then immediately stormed out. Just because I was on medical leave didn’t mean I couldn’t do what I normally did when I came here.
On the first day, the other guys and I would go down to our usual watering hole, a sports bar down the street known as Mickey’s. The bartender knew us and would always pour heavy drinks. But I didn’t need that pity today. Instead, I traveled another five minutes down the road and found a small bar. I went inside, and instantly noticed a military decor. It was obvious what kinds of customers they were trying to attract, but very few of us military guys ever came here. It seemed weird to be around the military when we were on vacation. But today, it would give me the perfect amount of anonymity. Tomorrow, I would have to crawl into some stupid doctor’s office, but today I could try to forget all of it and pretend like I was on vacation.
There weren’t that many people sitting at the bar. I walked over, and sat down. “Scotch, please.”
The burly bartender mumbled something in confirmation and handed me the scotch. I knocked it back, and the alcohol burned down my throat. I slammed the glass down and signaled the bartender to pour me another one. I knocked that one back quickly as well. I wanted to drink until I forgot what had happened.
As the bartender pushed my third drink toward me, I saw someone sit down next to me out of the corner of my eye. “Slow down there. The alcohol isn’t going to go anywhere,” said a strong female voice. I turned to look at the newcomer, and stopped in my tracks. Sitting at the bar was the most stunning woman I had ever seen. Her hair was long and brown, reaching down to her lower back. Her eyes, a sharp, clear blue even under the dim light of the bar, w
ere absolutely stunning. Her lips, twisted up into a sensual smile, were mesmerizing. She was wearing a cotton low-cut white T-shirt, and the tightest leather pants imaginable. Her legs were so long, and I couldn’t help but think about what they would feel like wrapped around me. One way or another, I knew I needed to get her back to my hotel room tonight.
With a smirk, I knocked back my third shot of scotch. “Sorry, babe, but no one tells me how to drink.”
“Well, in that case, I’m going to catch up,” she said with a grin. Then, she turned to the bartender. “Give me however many drinks he’s already had.” The bartender slammed down three shots of scotch in front of her. Within seconds, her long, sensual fingers were wrapped around the first glass, and I watched with morbid fascination as she slammed down the drink. I watched her throat as she swallowed, absolutely amazed at how hot she was. It wasn’t every day that a guy saw a girl like this.
“Didn’t know women drank scotch around here,” I said, completely taken with her.
She smiled. “I guess you have a lot to learn about this place and women like me.
I smiled back at her. “I guess I do.” I asked the bartender for another drink. She noticed I was getting more alcohol, and quickly drank the other two drinks in front of her in rapid succession. I turned back towards her and said, “What brings someone like you into a bar like this?”
“What can I say? I guess there’s just something about the military that excites me.” It took all of my self-control not to just grab here then and there. She was unbelievable attractive, and she was interested in the military. It was as if the universe was just begging me to have sex with her. I needed to find a way to get her out of her, but by the way she was staring at me, I didn’t think it would take very much. But first, I wasn’t going to let her outdrink me. As much as I respected a woman that could hold her liquor, I wasn’t going to let her win. My pride as a man was on the line.