A Night at Tears of Crimson (Tears of Crimson Vampire Nightclub)

by Michelle Hughes

  How could a God that loved his children so much, allow such agony to fall upon them? she questioned internally. It was that thought that forced her to walk towards Rafe. She decided that she'd rather enjoy her life in his arms now, than spend her entire life hoping to find favor with a deity that showed so little compassion for his creations.

  “Forgive me granny,” she whispered softly lifting her eyes to the night sky hoping she would understand. For the first time in months she felt the spirit of her grandmother beside her, and again she was filled with irony. Why now, after all these lonely months of aching to feel her, did she feel so close. "I love him," she whispered and she felt alone once more. Walking up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back.

  Feeling her arms around him, he tensed for a moment knowing instinctively that she had chosen him over her own soul. The demon rejoiced, but what was left of his humanity cringed at all she was willing to sacrifice for him. Turning her into his arms, his hand moved to her chin lifting her face. Staring deep into her beautiful chocolate eyes he read the certainty of her decision. If he had any decency he would walk away and allow her to forget his existence, he thought. He had no intention of doing the right thing though. Lowering his cool lips to hers he kissed her deeply, thinking the hell with right and wrong. The taste of innocence revealed on those lush lips was an aphrodisiac he would not refuse. Picking her up into his arms he carried her inside and up to his bedroom, his eyes never once leaving hers.

  Her eyes glanced around his room nervously for a moment, and she noted it was elegantly furnished with a huge king-sized bed at the center, that was covered in black. The drapes around the bed were a scarlet red and as for the rest of the room, she didn’t care at that moment. As he lifted her into his arms and pulled back the sheer curtains, all she could focus on was the man looking down on her so tenderly.

  He laid her gently down on the bed and she raised herself up on her arms to watch in fascination as he began to undress. The room was dimly lit, and she would be appreciative of that in the coming moments, but not now when she wanted to see what he looked like.

  She had never even seen a naked man, unless the ones in the movies counted, and they weren't real to her. He pulled off his shirt quickly and her eyes were glued to his strong chest and large biceps. He wasn't overly muscled but just enough that it made her definitely take notice. The six-pack she had wondered about before? he definitely possessed that, her eyes drank him in.

  He kicked off his shoes carelessly and sat down on the bed to remove his socks before quickly standing again. He turned to her and she kept her eyes on his face, as his hand went to the snap on his jeans. He quickly cast those to the floor leaving her staring at his toned, long legs, and the dark sprinkling of hair visible just above where his black underwear hid it from her view.

  She could barely breathe as her met his eyes again. Pleasure and nervousness flowed through her body at the same time and she wanted to see even more of him. Keeping his eyes on her face, he removed his underwear and she cast a quick look down at his shaft, gasping.

  He was an incredibly well-endowed man, and for a few minutes that gave her some serious misgivings. She couldn't help thinking that they would never fit together, and that maybe she should run now while she still had the chance.

  His soft laughter brought another blush to her cheeks, as he joined her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms gently and began kissing her tenderly. “I promise my little one” he whispered the words softly against her cheek, “we will fit together perfectly.” He pulled her against his chest, holding her for a few moments hoping she would overcome her fears.

  She wasn't sure he was right, but as he began kissing her again, she truly didn't care anymore. He caressed her face gently and then his hands slowly traced softly down each of her arms. She was lying back on the bed, not sure exactly what she was supposed to do because her mind was completely absorbed in his touch. Her hands remained by her sides in tight little fists, until his head lowered to nuzzle at the exposed cleavage her dress offered, then they found his head and tangled in his hair holding him against her body.

  He pushed aside the flimsy fabric, then deeply suckled one of her rose tipped buds deep into his mouth. Her back arched and she cried out softly in complete ecstasy. After a few moments, he pulled her up to her knees and in one fluid movement, he had removed her dress. The demon inside him rejoiced, and demanded he take his prize now.

  She gasped as he quickly threw off her shoes, and all but ripped her hose off in the fastest undressing she had ever experienced. She was clad only in the silky wisp of her underwear, and that was dispatched of as quickly as the rest of her clothing had been. She completely froze as he pushed her back on the bed and his eyes devoured every defenseless inch of her body.

  His fangs had descended and this was a little too much for her all at once. She shrank against the bed in sheer terror. Biting her lip, she attempted to not scream at him to stop, but she wasn't sure how much control she had left because fear was taking the reins. “Rafe,” she whispered the words miserably looking up into his passion heated eyes, as her own filled with tears. She covered her breasts with her hands, not really wanting him to look at her at that moment, because frankly she was ready to run like the hounds of hell were on her feet.

  A growl escaped his lips as the beast inside of him grew angry, having his sight hindered from her flesh. Without conscious thought of his own he grabbed her wrists and stretched her hands above her head, holding them in a forceful grip. “Stop moving,” he demanded harshly letting the monster have control before finding himself again. “Please,” his voice gentled trying to soothe her as he fought for control.

  She continued to struggle, confused by the conflicting sides of him she was seeing now. She didn't want to be here with him any longer, and everything inside of her screamed that she had to free herself before he destroyed her. She was exhausted after a few minutes and just didn't have the strength to fight him any longer. She gave in to the tears of frustration as he kept her pinned down to the bed.

  His own battle raged on in his mind as his eyes finally found focus again. The tears staining her beautiful cheeks destroyed him. “Cara love, forgive me,” he whispered the words softly his eyes capturing hers and he compelled her to relax. The demon would not allow him to let her leave now, and he hated himself for the choices he was making for her. She would find pleasure tonight at least that he could give her, he told himself.

  His mouth moved back to her breast, tenderly suckling and teasing. Part of her was truly enjoying that, but the other part was still afraid. He was still holding her wrists down as he moved to her other breast and suckled it deeply. He was determined to bring back the passion that the demon had taken away when it made its presence known. He was a monster, he knew when he flooded her mind with desire, but he needed her to enjoy this evening and not regret the choice she had made.

  As his mouth suckled her, she felt a strange heat of passion move through her body that overwhelmed her with its heat. She needed to touch him, and ached to caress his body to make him feel the sensations she was flooded with.

  He released her hands as soon as he read her thoughts. Her hands tangled in his hair wanting more, needing something, and not truly knowing what it was. He knew exactly what she was craving and planned to fulfill her every desire. His hand lightly played upon her trembling stomach before tracing his fingers down her thighs, then back up again, purposefully missing the spot that ached to be touched the most. Over and over, he caressed her thighs to her stomach until her legs were parting of their own violation.

  She was asking him with her body what she wouldn't dare put into words. When his fingers found her and gently parted those silken folds, she cried out in satisfaction. The pleasure was unbelievable and she closed her eyes giving over to its beauty.

  A smile found his face as he lightly caressed her hidden treasure until she was moving against his hand, demanding fulfill
ment. He slid a single finger deep inside her core, and her legs automatically clenched together. “Open for me little one,” forcing himself to be gentle, even as he ached to claim her body.

  With no thought of her own she complied, allowing her legs to fall apart slightly as he continued his gentle assault until she wanted to beg him for more. "Rafe, please," the need was growing unbearable, and she knew her body could not take much more of this pleasure.

  He quickly came between her legs and his mouth replaced his finger. The essence of her was even more compelling than her blood for him at that moment, and he was determined that she find her release.

  She tried to pull away, shocked by the intimacy of his kiss, but he held her firmly. As his tongue continued its gentle assault, the passion once again overcame her own insecurities and she cried out softly. She felt her body tense and fought against the overwhelming pleasure, frightened by the intensity.

  Lifting his head slightly, he whispered softly, "Let yourself feel it little one, I will keep you safe." Lowering his lips to her flesh he delved deeply, refusing to allow her deny her own passion. The taste of her on his lips was intoxicating and he devoured her body with a mastery that demanded her submission.

  She arched her hips off the mattress as he gave no quarter, her body moving closer to some unseen pinnacle that exhilarated and frightened her at the same time. "Rafe," her voice uncertain even as the pleasure flooded over her in waves as she came undone. Her body tensed at the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy and she cried out in elation. This was the feeling she had waited a lifetime to know and it was even more remarkable than she ever thought it could be.

  She was trembling uncontrollably as he lifted his body up between her parted thighs, kissing her jaw, her eyes, and her lips. The smile that found her face took his breath away, and he thought she had never been lovelier than she was in that moment. Her eyes were closed as her body calmed and he needed to see the passion in those beautiful orbs as he claimed her. “Look at me little one,” he demanded, his own needs demanding to be filled.

  It took every ounce of energy she had left to open her eyes, because her body was pure sensation. She looked into his eyes as his fingers stroked her core again bringing it back to life. She had never known it was possible to have so much pleasure and still long for more, but he was showing her it was. Within moment her body was demanding to find that release again. "Please Rafe," she didn't care if she was being brazen, she wanted more.

  He caught her eyes and held them. "You are mine," his words escaped on a growl. He lifted himself up on his arms and entered her tight haven in one long thrust.

  Gasping at the painful invasion, she tensed. He remained completely still, embedded deeply inside of her, and her hands lifted to his chest, attempting to push him away. This wasn't the passion she had found earlier and she wanted him to stop. Her eyes filled with tears, and they poured down her cheeks at the burning sensation.

  He fought desperately not to thrust into her and take her like the demon he was. Her silken sheath was so incredibly tight that it took every ounce of his control to remind himself how untrained she was. "The pain will end little one, trust me," he forced himself to remain still and allow her body to grow accustomed to his.

  The burning pain was starting to subside, but it was still very uncomfortable and she sighed in frustration, wanting nothing more than the pleasure he had given her before back.

  “It will come,” he whispered softly, kissing her cheeks where tears had again fallen down.

  She could tell by the strain on his face that he was holding back and tried to relax. After the pleasure he had given her this night, she wanted to please him as well.

  Feeling her body relax, he moved slightly inside her. He didn't want to hurt her, but his body was aching for fulfillment. "Wrap your legs around me Cara," he whispered the words, asking her to trust him.

  Hesitantly she did as he asked, feeling him slide even deeper inside, if that were even possible. The feeling was both pleasure and pain and she whimpered. Closing her eyes, her legs clenched around his waist as she gave over to him completely. He began a very slow rhythm, with each thrust the pain receded and pleasure took its place. Her body clumsily tried to match his motions and soon the unspeakable pleasure coil began building inside of her again and she was crying out against his lips.

  He increased his stroke and a groan of pleasure escaped him. Never had he felt such rapture, he thought as his body took over his mind. She was the closest thing to paradise that he would ever know. His hand moved under her and gripped her shapely backside as he continued to drive inside of her tempting heat.

  With each thrust, it felt like pure fire and she met his tempo feeling the incredible tension building inside of her again. She wanted no holding back as her body demanded fulfillment.

  He felt his body on the verge of coming undone, and refused to leave her behind. Reaching his hand down between their bodies, he stroked her silken folds as he continued to find his pace to fulfillment. As her body came undone under his ministrations, he found his own release and growled in pleasure. The force of his fulfillment wracked his body as her clenching core drained his passion completely.

  Her breathing was fast and hard as she soaked up the wonder of the beautiful act of love they had just made. There were absolutely no words to say, as her body felt like a quivering bowl of mush and she savored every feeling.

  He carefully pulled his body from hers and rolled over, pulling her gently with him to lie on his chest. He allowed his hands to lightly trace over her hair and back softly. He had known many women in his existence, but nothing compared to the beauty she had shared so passionately with him, here tonight. "You have pleased me as no other, little one," he spoke the words with the reverence she deserved.

  She smiled at his words and rubbed her cheek gently against that hardness of his chest, content. She didn't know what to say to him, but hoped he knew that this night had been everything she had dreamed of and more. His hands continued caressing her tenderly and she felt her eyes close, feeling completely safe and cherished.

  For long moments he enjoyed holding her. He knew after tonight he could never allow her to leave him. She had found her way into his non-existing heart, and he was determined to keep her. Needing her to feel comforted, he carefully rolled her over onto her back and lifted his body from the bed. Ignoring her soft moan of protest he walked into the bathroom and wet a cloth with warm water before returning to her.

  Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up at him, still in awe of the magic they had shared. He was staring down at her with such love and compassion, she could barely take a deep breath. Her eyes moved to the cloth and she raised an eyebrow, questioning.

  Sitting down beside her he parted her thighs tenderly, smiling at the soft blush that found her cheeks. He carefully found her silken folds and used the cloth to wash away the evidence of their lovemaking. She was his, and he vowed to always care for her.

  As the embarrassment faded from his tender ministrations, she felt her body begin to respond to his soft touch. Lifting her hips slightly, her body pressed against his hand. She was aching for him but not sure if her body was ready for this again, as there was a dull ache.

  “Do you trust me,” he asked quietly, continuing his gentle assault with the cloth.

  She could only nod and gaze deeply into his penetrating stare. He had shown her things tonight that she had never thought possible. How could she not trust him? she thought.

  He smiled and continued stroking her until he felt her body on the edge of escape into paradise. As her body found release, his fangs slid into her neck, suckling deeply.

  There was no pain, the sensation of him drinking from her was pure ecstasy. She never wanted the feeling to end, and arched her neck back to give him better access. Even the pleasure from his fingers couldn't compare to the overwhelming passion she felt from his fangs. "More," she demanded greedily, understanding finally why the customers at the club enjoyed thi
s.

  It was incredible, and that barely described how it made her feel, she thought. It was almost as if they were joined again deeply as he continued to drink. She began to feel his pleasure mixed with her own. It was a moment so awe-inspiring that she knew most people never got to savor it. It was over to soon and she couldn't help begging him to taste her again.

  The taste of her blood was so overwhelming that he had to force himself to stop. He knew just how tantalizing his bite could be when he controlled the mind of his donor. He had listened in to the thoughts of those he fed from and knew it was more intoxicating than even the most addicting drug. He spoke into her thoughts, demanding she rest. He couldn't handle the torture of her asking him to continue when he knew to do so would deplete her completely.

  She gave over to his compulsion and rested soundly. He watched her sleep and could no longer imagine an existence without her in it. Her gift tonight had humbled him greatly and the light that surrounded her filled his dark soul with emotions he had never thought to feel again. Pulling her into his arms he held her close to him, wanting nothing more than the night to last forever.

  Several hours later she awoke to his lips kissing her jaw line softly. Stretching in contentment, she smiled up at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held him against her.

  “Cara love,” he whispered warmly, enjoying the softness of her against his chest, “the sun will rise soon.”

  She could hear the disappointment in his voice, and it took her a few moments to understand that it was time for his rest. She didn't want to leave him, her only desire was to remain right here in this spot for the rest of her life.

  He had dressed already, and after a few more kisses forced himself out of the bed. He longed to fulfill her request, but time was not on their side. He laid her clothes out on the bed, and held out his hand for her to take. Smiling down on her, he waited patiently.