Sexual Appetites of Vampires

by Donna Fletcher

  “Then I intend to explore.”

  He stood and she was up in his arms before she realized that he had scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drank in his unique scent as she rested her head on his shoulder.

  He walked out of the room and the candles extinguished as he passed each one. She looked up and saw his eyes rimmed red, and worried that she would not be able to resist the vampire within him.

  Once in his bedroom, he lowered her to her feet and began to undress, but stopped her when she went to do the same.

  “No,” he said, brushing her hands away. “I want to undress you.”

  She stood and watched as he dislodged his shoes with his feet and cast them aside. Then he pulled his tie from around his neck, slipped out of his suit jacket, yanked his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoned each button, not tossing his shirt aside fast enough for her. She loved his naked chest, loved the feel of it, the taste of it, loved resting her head on it.

  Her glance followed his hands as they undid his belt, unhooked his button and unzipped his trousers. They went down along with his underwear and were off along with his socks in a flash.

  He stood naked, his penis jutting out proudly and after her heart took several quick beats, he approached her.

  His hands went to the bottom of her dress and he inched it up slowly along her body.

  The knit material was soft and hugged her almost refusing to let go, causing a tantalizing friction as it eased up along her skin. His fingertips skimmed her flesh sending more goose bumps running over her.

  She lifted her arms without being told and he yanked it off the rest of the way, his mouth kissing the flesh of her breasts just above her black lace bra. His hands were at her back and had her bra undone in seconds and when slipped it off her, his mouth captured one of her nipples, teasing it with his tongue.

  After treating her other nipple to the same teasing, he stepped back and let his eyes wander over every inch of her. His dark eyes heated with passion as he did, though not a hint of red surfaced.

  Lara stood proud in her black lace bikini underwear and her high-heel sandals. Another time she might have felt exposed and vulnerable, not anymore. She felt sexy and ready to make love.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said and once again scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

  He approached her from the bottom of the bed, kissing along her ankle and leg as he took off her shoes. He kissed and nibbled along every inch of her flesh and she thought she would go mad as desire shot through her.

  When he worked his way between her legs, he kissed her black lace underwear, already moist with passion. The sensation was so erotic that she feared she’d come and she didn’t want to, not yet.

  Whether he felt her impatience or it was his own, didn’t matter, she was just relieved when his fingers took hold of the band of her panties and pulled the flimsy lace down, stripping it completely off her.

  He turned her over quickly, napping along her firm bottom and she had to smile recalling his earlier words in the library. He was a man of his word.

  After his tongue drove her to climax, he got to his knees and slipped his arms under her thighs to lift her up so that he could slip his penis easily into her. All sound reasoning was lost after that. She didn’t know how many times she came, though it amazed her that she came hard each time. For someone who had been accustomed to flaccid orgasms, this was a dream—no—fantasy come true.

  They rested afterwards, talked some, dozed some and later Lara left his side, against his protests, promising him it would be worth it. When she returned to his room, the only thing she wore was her bright red lipstick.

  He smiled and his smile grew and turned to groans as she left red imprints over every inch of him.

  The night wore on and so did they and sleep finally claimed them, and the time they had left together.

  Chapter 15

  Lara woke, stretching herself awake. She never felt so satisfied in her life. It was like waking Christmas morning and finding that Santa had been more than generous. She turned and discovered she was alone in bed. She listened to hear if the shower in the bathroom was running. It wasn’t.

  Santa hadn’t come after all.

  Michael had woken before her, leaving her to wake alone, a sure sign that their time together was over. She hurried out of bed and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She thought to slip into his sweatshirt that was lying on the chaise, but didn’t want his intoxicating scent embracing her.

  She slipped her dress on and peeked out into the hall. It was empty, so she hurried to her room. All she wanted to do was take a shower, pack, and get out of there, and if she could leave without seeing him, all the better.

  Her eyes caught sight of the clock... 11 a.m. and her heart sunk, though relief flooded her. She’d shower and pack and wait outside for the car and if she was lucky she wouldn’t have to see Michael at all to say good-bye. She would leave him a note, thanking him for everything.

  How did a woman thank a man—vampire—for giving her the best orgasms ever?

  But then he had never made love to her as a vampire, only a human male, and she was glad for it. Or was she? If she had let him bite her, he would no doubt have felt the love she had for him and she still did not quite understand the depths of it herself. Then how would she have been able to leave him?

  She fought back her tears as she showered and fought thinking of him at all, though the thought that he had yet to wake her when she had only an hour before her car service arrived annoyed her. Had he let her sleep hoping she would wake and have to hurry off?

  Well, if it was what he wanted, he was about to get it. She didn’t bother to dry her hair. She slipped into her gray leggings and black knit top, got her boots on over a clean pair of polka dot socks that she didn’t think she’d be ever able to look at again without thinking of Michael, and then packed.

  Normally, she folded and packed her things neatly, not this time. She wanted to be done and finished with time to spare, so she could get outside, away from this house, away from Michael, before she wept uncontrollably. She wrote a quick thank you note and stuffed it in her pocket.

  She wrapped her plaid scarf around her neck and hurried into her jacket. With one last quick glance in the bathroom and around the bedroom to make certain she had everything, she went to the door and took a deep breath.

  Please don’t let him be out there. Please.

  She sighed with relief to find the hallway empty. With rapid steps she was down it and the stairs in a flash, carrying her suitcase so that the wheels wouldn’t make noise. When she reached the bottom, she scanned the area. It was as empty as the hallway. She hurried to the front door. It was close, yet seemed miles away as if she would never reach it.

  Her heart beat madly in her chest, her stomach fluttered nervously and tears threatened her eyes. And just as her hand was about to grab the doorknob, she remembered the thank you note. She turned, wanting to be done with it, out of the house and far away.

  Michael stood on the bottom step, looking god-awful handsome in dark gray trousers and a white button shirt, opened at the throat. His sexy scent wafted through the air over to her, and she almost gasped as it filled her nostrils.

  “You were going to leave without—”

  She waved the slip of paper in the air. “A note—”

  “Nothing more?” he said and stepped off the stairs, approaching her.

  Her back was to the door, she had no place to go.

  “No kiss good-bye?” he asked a few feet from her.

  Don’t let him kiss me. Don’t let him kiss me. Oh, God, I want him to kiss me.

  She grabbed hold as best she could of her raging emotions and held her hand up, unexpected words slipping from her lips. “You didn’t wake me.”

  “I didn’t want to bother you. After all, we did have a busy night last night.” He ran his finger gently over her lips. “Would you really leave without—”

  She thought for s
ure her heart would pound right out of her chest. How was she ever going to say—

  I love you.

  No. No. That wasn’t what she was going to say.

  No, it’s what I’m saying.

  Her eyes rounded, her brow knitted, and she stared at him unsure.

  “Now, you will let me finish.”

  It was a command, not a question, though it didn’t matter, she was too stunned that she had heard him so clearly in her head to reply.

  “Would you really have left without telling me you love me, after all the times I’ve asked you to let me love you?”

  “Make love to me.”

  He smiled. “I intend to do that for the rest of our lives.”

  Her legs went weak and she reached out to grab hold of his arm. “I thought all the times you said that that you meant make love to me.”

  He took her suitcase from her hand and set it aside, then he unbuttoned her red jacket and slipped it off her, dropping it atop her suitcase, her scarf followed. His arm went around her waist and he tugged her close.

  “You should have listened closer to your thoughts. I was there often, letting you know how I felt.”

  “That wasn’t just me when I thought of loving you?”

  “No, you felt my love for you as well.”

  “So you’ve known how I’ve felt about you all along?” she asked.

  “How do you feel?”

  “I love you,” she said without hesitation. “God, that feels so freeing to admit it aloud, almost orgasmic. I love you. I really, really do love you.”

  His eyes began to glow red and his fangs dropped down. “All of me?”

  “I can’t say it doesn’t frighten me to see you like that.”

  “The question is can you love that part of me?”

  Could she love that part of him? “There’s only one way to find out,” she found herself saying.

  His eyes returned to their normal dark color and his fangs disappeared, though his crafty smile surfaced ever so slowly. “It sounds as if you’re sacrificing yourself.”

  “Hmmm, and here I thought I challenged,” she said with a playful tap to his chest.

  He laughed softly. “You challenge a vampire?”

  “Well, if you’re not all what you claim to be, I may just have to walk out that door, get in the car, and drive away,” she said with a dramatic wave of her hand and a grin.

  “First of all, I’m never letting you go. I’ve loved you since first meeting you, loved you even more when you fainted in my arms, more than that when I first kissed you and when we made love the deal was sealed... you were forever mine. Second, there’s no car service coming for you. I cancelled it. And snow removal will not commence until tomorrow. I wanted this day with you so we could sort things out between us, since you were being so stubborn.”

  She stood speechless, though not for long. She gave his arm a light punch. “Why didn’t you tell me right off how you felt? Why did you let me suffer the tortures of hell thinking it was just lust you felt for me and nothing more? And I am not stubborn, merely determined.”

  He laughed, not so softly this time. “And would you have believed me?” He pressed his finger to her lips when she went to answer. “I tell you I’m a vampire and a short time later I tell you I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you? You had been debating about my sanity with thinking I was a vampire. I can’t imagine what you would have thought if I told you I loved you and always would.” He gave her a quick kiss. “And stubborn versus determined is a debate better left for another day.”

  “So you left it for me to say first?” she asked.

  “Willing, no restraints, no coercion that was how you needed to love me. And that was how I wanted you to love me—all of me.”

  She brushed her lips over his, and said, “Then it’s about time I do.”

  His eyes turned such a fiery red that Lara could see herself reflected in them and as his fangs dropped down, their tips seemed to grow ever sharper and his arm around her waist grew ever tighter. And she couldn’t stop herself from shivering.

  “I need you to be sure about this, Lara,” he said. “I will not do this if you are not sure.”

  A loss so devastating flooded her senses that she thought she would weep. She wasn’t sure if it was his feelings she felt or her own, or perhaps it was both theirs combined. She only knew that she never wanted either of them to ever experience it again, and she knew that they would if they ever parted.

  She kissed him, the tips of his fangs brushing her lips, sending a quiver through her, though not one of fear, and she whispered, “Let me love you.”

  He had her up in his arms and was climbing the stairs when she realized that his vampire skills could have them to his bedroom much faster. He was giving her more time to think it through, to make certain this is what she wanted.

  She kissed his cheek and with a heavy sigh, making sure her warm breath tinged his ear, said, “I’m going to come right now, if you don’t hurry.”

  The next thing she knew, she was in his bedroom.

  “Tell me again you want this,” he urged as his hands quickly tore at her clothes.

  “I want you,” she clarified, “all of you.”

  She soon found herself naked in his arms and he just as naked.

  “I’m going to love you, Lara,” he whispered and nipped softly along her neck.

  She shivered at the feel of his sharp fangs teasing her flesh, anticipating the moment he would drive them into her, the moment that would unite them more strongly than ever.

  They floated to the bed together. At least it felt like they floated, Lara unable to feel the floor beneath her feet. Still in his arms, they came to rest on the bed, she stretched out beneath him. His body felt so warm and tantalizing against her, but then it was her blood consuming his cold, though it was her fiery passion that would soon have them boiling hot.

  “Feel me, Lara, feel all of me.”

  She understood then that it wasn’t only her own sizzling passion that jolted her senseless, but his as well. Good God, he wanted her with such fierce intensity that she found her own passion shooting to new heights—heights she didn’t think possible. And they had barely started making love.

  His one hand took hold of her two, securing them tightly and preventing her from touching him as his fangs skimmed over every inch of her flesh. He’d stop for a fast nip or a luscious lick that left her breathless, then he’d continue. She had thought he had already kissed every inch of her, but it had been nothing to how he coveted her body this time.

  It was as if he was marking his territory, claiming every inch of her, and he did so with love. She could feel it in his every touch and taste. It almost brought tears to her eyes being loved so strongly and to be able to feel that love—actually feel it—was beyond believable.

  When his fangs skimmed her inner thighs, her body arched, and she was ready to come, and she let him know it with a shout.

  “Not yet,” he urged, and with a gentle touch of his hand on her stomach, he somehow eased her passion enough so that her climax was held at bay.

  “Not fair,” she said with a breath of disappointment rushing out of her.

  “Not time,” he whispered and continued until she wanted to scream out for mercy.

  And she did, her need unbearable. “Now, good God, Michael, please.

  He rose up over her then, hunger in his fierce eyes, and thirst in his gleaming fangs.

  A twinge of fear gripped at her stomach and she silently reminded herself, he won’t hurt you, he won’t hurt you.

  “Never, never will I bring you pain, only pleasure.”

  His whispered words settled around her like a protective shield and she felt him move, hard and ready, between her legs, though he had yet to enter her. She grabbed tight onto his muscled arms and said, “I love you, Michael, I always will.”

  Lara’s body jolted as she felt him drive into her at the same moment his fangs penetrated her neck. She cri
ed out, not in pain, but sheer pleasure as she felt him sink into her. Sensations assaulted her body in the most exquisite ways. It was as if all her senses were amplified to the utmost degree.

  She felt him sheathed deep inside her, pulsating hard, titillating her with his perfect rhythm. Then there was his rush of passion that filled her every pore, his urgent need for her igniting her need for him even more. But the emotion she felt that surpassed all others, that penetrated down to the deepest core was his love for her. It whirled around her, igniting everything in its path, grabbing hold and not letting go. And she knew then that she wasn’t only sharing in his emotions and sensations, but he was also sharing in hers.

  Tears rushed in her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around Michael wanting to feel it all, wanting to share it all, and never wanting to let him go.

  He climaxed before she did and feeling what he felt, the rush and release of such intense passion made her explode in an orgasm that had her screaming out his name and digging her fingers into his back. It was so intense that she didn’t think she’d come again, though it was a common occurrence that she did whenever they made love. But then she felt his fangs at her neck, going deeper, sending her own blood rushing through her with lightning speed, and she felt as if she imploded with passion that consumed every inch of her right down to her soul. The climax went beyond mind-blowing, leaving her weak and completely mindless with pleasure.

  Her whole body quivered with contentment as he withdrew his fangs slowly, and then licked gently at her neck.

  “Lara?” he said with concern when his eyes met hers.

  Why did he look so fuzzy to her and why was his eyes scrunched with worry?

  “Lara, talk to me.”

  He was growing hazier, and she lightheaded, but she didn’t care since her body was still rippling with tiny orgasmic sparks.

  “Damn it, Lara, talk to me,” he urged.

  She tried to, though found it difficult.

  Michael muttered a curse, which surprised her since she had never heard him swear, he seemed too much a gentleman to do that. Her gallant warrior of old, she thought.