was breathing a little more easily now.
"But I never saw you—not once."
"Of course not. What kind of vampire would I be if I'd let you see me before the right moment."
"And tonight was the right moment?"
"Exactly—your birthday ... and mine."
"Your birthday and mine..."
"I think I said that." He chuckled, and kissed me again.
"I'm twenty-four," I said with a deal of trepidation. "How
... how old are you?"
"Older than you ... by about eighteen hundred years."
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eighteen hundred and twenty something year old vampire ...
give or take a couple of years.
"You look incredible," I mumbled.
"And you look scared," he said gently. "Don't be. I promise you are in no danger from me."
I wanted to believe him, even though I knew you should never trust a vampire. I mean, they'd never come off as very trustworthy in any book I'd read or movie I'd seen. They lured you into a trap with their silken voices and hypnotic eyes, then when you least expected it, bam! Fangs in the neck, blood sucked right out of you, thrown away like a broken doll. Yikes!
"You're trembling."
No kidding. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes expecting any moment to feel the pain of having my throat torn out. Instead, I felt the softness of his lips on mine.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered into my mouth.
"I'm trying not to be," I whispered back, clinging to him, letting his tongue caress mine. And then we were floating again—this time I dared to open my eyes. We were hovering, horizontally, over a giant bed.
"How...?" I began, but his lips stilled mine as we gently landed on the softest of silken comforters. I suddenly realised we were both naked. "How...?" Oh, shut up Roger , I told myself. There are no explanations for any of this, other than he can make it happen. You are totally in his power. He can do anything he wants with you. Enjoy.
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Upon that realisation, I found myself relaxing—well, as much as you can relax when every part of your body is being assailed by a gorgeous guy's caresses and kisses.
God, but he was good...
I heard myself moan under the onslaught of his lips as he sucked on my nipples. It seemed as though he was able to make them both stand to attention at the same time.
Jeez, howdoes he do that? Who cares? It feels ... fucking fantastic...
I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his wonderful scent.
Funny, I'd often wondered what a vampire would smell like—
decay ... the grave ... corruption? None of that here. Just a subtle blend of fruit and musk. Yummy. I clung to him, pressing my, now, oh so eager body to his, revelling in the feel of his erection throbbing against my thigh. I ran my hands over the smooth skin that covered his muscular back, and the round swell of his butt. My fingers lingered there, straying into the cleft between the firm smooth cheeks.
He moved over me, covering my chest and torso with scorching kisses that had me squirming with delight. His lips hovered over my raging hard on, then he took me in his mouth, and I almost screamed with ecstasy. This was not your regular blowjob. This was more like a religious experience. I'm not kidding. The sensations his mouth created, the sheer rapture his lips and tongue imbued within me, were feelings I had never before experienced. This went beyond all that I had ever previously known. I was transported, exulted, taken body and soul, to a plane of desire where every single fibre of my being was set on fire, 24
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every nerve ending set alight with lust and a craving for it never to end.
As much as I was willing to have this go on forever, I knew I'd explode sooner rather than later, and I wanted to return the favour. I struggled within his embrace, trying to