Because the Night
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,972
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fourteen
A/N: At long last... I've sent this off to be beta'd, but since it's been 2 1/2 months since I posted a chapter, I figured I'd let y'all have it. Complete with all of my dumbass handing out. So, without further ado...
~Chapter Fourteen~
Darkness surrounded me when I awoke. I reached out and felt the bed beside me; it still held a hint of his warmth, showing he’d vacated fairly recently. I smiled and then stretched. My eyes focused on a small bedside clock. Half-past six. Every muscle rebelled as I forced myself out of bed.
I felt relaxed, radiant and anxious for a repeat performance. Even as I thought the words, I felt heat suffuse my face. That man has skills, I thought.
A small amount of light showed under a door to my left, which I suspected led to a bathroom. I stood, quickly made the bed, and crossed to that door. I heard water running on the other side, confirming my suspicion.
“Enter, mi amour. I rejoice that you might join me.”
I stepped into the grandiose lavatory, appreciating every inch of its beauty. I could fit three of my baths into this one room. To the left, there was an ornate garden tub, complete with multiple massage jets. Near that stood an entrance to a large walk-in closet. My eyes then settled on a gorgeous marble counter with in-laid matching his and her sinks with some of the most elaborate fixtures I’d ever seen. I passed over looking at the detail carved into the linen cabinet as I turned my head toward the sound of water to my right.
My breath caught momentarily as I watched the water sluice over that amazing body, that wondrous giver of pleasure. “If I didn’t have to go to work today,” I let the thought wander, shaking my head. “I need to get those thoughts out of my mind or I won’t be able to get anything done.”
I opened the glass door and stepped into a shower stall large enough to hold six men the size of Lisimba with barely a brush of elbows. Lisimba had his back to me, letting the spray clean the soap from his front. And what a view he presented. Broad, muscular shoulders tapered to a lean waist and the most amazing ass I ever remember having the joy of touching. The display continued down strong thighs and calves. I stepped close and rubbed my breasts against his back. His muscles twitched beneath my ministrations. My hands crept along his sides and up his chest, and I rested my head against his shoulder blade.
“Good morning,” I mumbled.
He closed his arms over the top of mine in a modified hug. “Good morning.” His voice rumbled in my ear. “Did you sleep well?”
I smiled. “I slept perfectly.”
He moved my hands and stepped to the side, maneuvering so that we faced each other and putting me under the warm spray. The heat felt fantastic. I tipped my head backwards, letting the water completely soak my hair. “I’m going to have to do something about this tendency to pass out in your arms.”
I could hear his smile in his voice. “I find no fault in it.”
I listened as a bottle opened, then closed. Then Lisimba said, “Turn around; let me wash your hair for you.”
I opened my eyes and smiled at him, turning my back and letting the spray his my front. “By all means.”
I became putty the instant his fingers touched my scalp. “My god, that is amazing.” He worked the shampoo carefully and gently through every inch of my hair. Then he turned me back around and rinsed the soap just as carefully.
I stared at him as he rinsed. I could not recall seeing anything as beautiful as a man caring for his woman. When he leaned closer to look over my shoulder and make certain all of the soap cleared from the ends, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. I dropped kisses along his collar bone, relishing the soft groan it caused.
“Ma chère, you electrify me.” His hands slid down, releasing my hair to caress my ass.
When his fingers parted my cheeks, sliding slowly along the other opening to my body, I gasped and moaned. The sensation created was amazing.
I dug my nails into his back. He growled again.
“My god, I love that sound in your throat,” I told him. I wanted to hear it again, too. I loosened my grip on his back, shifting so that I could grab his cock. This time, we both groaned.
Lisimba arched backwards, thrusting against my grip. I truly relished the control this man allowed me. He could have persuaded me mentally before now and I never would have known. Instead, he waited until I said.
My palm slid all the way to the base of his massive length, then continued further until I could cup his balls, dragging one fingernail lightly along the sensitive flesh behind.
He fought to keep vertical; I could feel the intensity coursing through his veins. When my other hand swirled the top of his penis, he growled loud, the sound echoing from the shower walls.
In a flash, I found myself hoisted high against his chest, his lips and tongue wreaking havoc on my breasts. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he lowered me onto him slowly. Good lord, it was exquisite. I wrapped my legs around his waist, braced my hands on his shoulders and squeezed my muscles around his shaft. That spurred him into motion. Hands on my hips, he pistoned in and out, creating the most delicious friction. A matter of moments saw me in rapture, clenching around him as he poured himself into me.
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~Chapter Fourteen~
Darkness surrounded me when I awoke. I reached out and felt the bed beside me; it still held a hint of his warmth, showing he’d vacated fairly recently. I smiled and then stretched. My eyes focused on a small bedside clock. Half-past six. Every muscle rebelled as I forced myself out of bed.
I felt relaxed, radiant and anxious for a repeat performance. Even as I thought the words, I felt heat suffuse my face. That man has skills, I thought.
A small amount of light showed under a door to my left, which I suspected led to a bathroom. I stood, quickly made the bed, and crossed to that door. I heard water running on the other side, confirming my suspicion.
“Enter, mi amour. I rejoice that you might join me.”
I stepped into the grandiose lavatory, appreciating every inch of its beauty. I could fit three of my baths into this one room. To the left, there was an ornate garden tub, complete with multiple massage jets. Near that stood an entrance to a large walk-in closet. My eyes then settled on a gorgeous marble counter with in-laid matching his and her sinks with some of the most elaborate fixtures I’d ever seen. I passed over looking at the detail carved into the linen cabinet as I turned my head toward the sound of water to my right.
My breath caught momentarily as I watched the water sluice over that amazing body, that wondrous giver of pleasure. “If I didn’t have to go to work today,” I let the thought wander, shaking my head. “I need to get those thoughts out of my mind or I won’t be able to get anything done.”
I opened the glass door and stepped into a shower stall large enough to hold six men the size of Lisimba with barely a brush of elbows. Lisimba had his back to me, letting the spray clean the soap from his front. And what a view he presented. Broad, muscular shoulders tapered to a lean waist and the most amazing ass I ever remember having the joy of touching. The display continued down strong thighs and calves. I stepped close and rubbed my breasts against his back. His muscles twitched beneath my ministrations. My hands crept along his sides and up his chest, and I rested my head against his shoulder blade.
“Good morning,” I mumbled.
He closed his arms over the top of mine in a modified hug. “Good morning.” His voice rumbled in my ear. “Did you sleep well?”
I smiled. “I slept perfectly.”
He moved my hands and stepped to the side, maneuvering so that we faced each other and putting me under the warm spray. The heat felt fantastic. I tipped my head backwards, letting the water completely soak my hair. “I’m going to have to do something about this tendency to pass out in your arms.”
I could hear his smile in his voice. “I find no fault in it.”
I listened as a bottle opened, then closed. Then Lisimba said, “Turn around; let me wash your hair for you.”
I opened my eyes and smiled at him, turning my back and letting the spray his my front. “By all means.”
I became putty the instant his fingers touched my scalp. “My god, that is amazing.” He worked the shampoo carefully and gently through every inch of my hair. Then he turned me back around and rinsed the soap just as carefully.
I stared at him as he rinsed. I could not recall seeing anything as beautiful as a man caring for his woman. When he leaned closer to look over my shoulder and make certain all of the soap cleared from the ends, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. I dropped kisses along his collar bone, relishing the soft groan it caused.
“Ma chère, you electrify me.” His hands slid down, releasing my hair to caress my ass.
When his fingers parted my cheeks, sliding slowly along the other opening to my body, I gasped and moaned. The sensation created was amazing.
I dug my nails into his back. He growled again.
“My god, I love that sound in your throat,” I told him. I wanted to hear it again, too. I loosened my grip on his back, shifting so that I could grab his cock. This time, we both groaned.
Lisimba arched backwards, thrusting against my grip. I truly relished the control this man allowed me. He could have persuaded me mentally before now and I never would have known. Instead, he waited until I said.
My palm slid all the way to the base of his massive length, then continued further until I could cup his balls, dragging one fingernail lightly along the sensitive flesh behind.
He fought to keep vertical; I could feel the intensity coursing through his veins. When my other hand swirled the top of his penis, he growled loud, the sound echoing from the shower walls.
In a flash, I found myself hoisted high against his chest, his lips and tongue wreaking havoc on my breasts. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he lowered me onto him slowly. Good lord, it was exquisite. I wrapped my legs around his waist, braced my hands on his shoulders and squeezed my muscles around his shaft. That spurred him into motion. Hands on my hips, he pistoned in and out, creating the most delicious friction. A matter of moments saw me in rapture, clenching around him as he poured himself into me.
***