Dancing With The Moon

Chapter 2
Ilona awoke to a headache and an all-over soreness, making her close her eyes again with a moan. They shot open as she realized she wasn’t in her apartment. She sat up frantically, clutching the covers to her chest and looking wildly around the room. It was dim but obviously daytime, even though the curtains were shut. There was a mahogany dressing table across from the bed and to the right of it was a wardrobe made of the same mahogany. The walls were covered with what looked like rose-colored silk and the carpet was covered with rose and cream swirls. She could make out the curtains surrounding the bed; dark brocade and what felt like satin surrounded her in the colors of a sunset: russet browns and rippling golds and misty purples.
Ilona glanced away from the bed to find an overstuffed armchair in the corner with her clothes on it. It was then that she realized that she was naked. A small squeak escaped her lips and she leapt out of the bed and ran to her clothing. It was at that exact moment Bade walked into the room. “Ilona? I have breakfast for you if-”, he stopped short; she was as naked as she was when he undressed her the night before, but this time she was awake and moving.
Ilona didn’t notice him for a few moments; she was trying desperately to find her underthings. He took that moment of her unawareness to look at her more fully. She was beautiful to his eyes. She was petite with long brown hair that reached to her mid-back. His eyes scanned from her toes to her head. She had beautiful calves and thighs and a rounded bottom that brought many a naughty image to his sexually deprived mind. She had a slim waist with full hips and breasts; this pleased him, he couldn’t stand the current fashion of women who looked like thonehone poles bred with 12-year-old-boys being seen as sexy. Ilona, he guessed, probably had a size 6 waist with a size 10 top and bottom. His fingers itched to seize her and delve into the delights of her womanhood. \'She\'s perfect,\' he thought, \'she belongs in a Botticelli painting, or as a Greek sculpture for all to see and admire.\' “Or in your bed,” his nether regions told him. He forced the thought away. If he gave that thought a second glance, she’d never be dressed again.
Ilona’s mind raced. She had to leave before she was killed or raped…or what if she was part of some sick mind game and her captor was insane? She had to go now, she-
Ilona turned and saw him in that moment. She just stared for a few seconds, taking in this man before her. He was tall - much, much taller than her 5 foot 3 inch frame - with tousled, curly black hair and deep, cobalt blue eyes. His skin was unnaturally pale but beautiful. He was dressed in a 3-quarter sleeve, sheer, tight black shirt that emphasized the muscular lankiness that was his torso. His legs were long and lithe and shrouded in black silk dress pants; the man was obviously wealthy and knew how to wear it. Ilona wondered what it would be like to kiss this magnificent creature. Her mind decided to plummet back to earth at that moment causing her to remember her situation and clutch her clothes instinctively about her naked form. She tried desperately to hide her mortification at her lack of clothing and her horror at being in someplace unfamiliar, with a man she didn’t know but whose body seemed to be calling to her.
He read the look of fear mixed with lust on her face and smiled inwardly. \'If she had any sense, she’d run right about now,\' he thought to himself. He advanced slowly towards her, the lust-ridden thoughts in his mind carefully hidden by the concerned expression on his face. “Would you like something clean?” he asked innocently, “I’ve got a few things you could wear…they might be a bit large but they cover well enough.” She managed a jerking nod and a squeaky “yes”. He grinned and turned towards the door. “I’ll be right back.” He paused for a moment and said casually over his shoulder, “My name’s Bade, by the way.”
She stood there even after the click of the door. \'My name’s Bade.\' She mulled over his name for a bit before she came to her senses. \'What the hell is wrong with me?\' She asked herself. \'I have no clue who he is or where I am. For Christ’s sake, all I know is his goddamn name, but I want to rip his clothes off!\'
“Get a grip, Ilona,” she scolded herself, “This isn’t real. You’re going to wake up soon and realize this was all a dream and never happened.” She walked towards the door, not realizing she was still naked and clutching the clothes about her. She had reached out to grasp the handle when the door swung back at her, Bade appearing on the other side.
“Going somewhere?” Bade asked, holding a burgundy silk shirt and pair of silk pants to match out to her. Ilona took them, noticing the bold “B” on the upper left shoulder of the shirt. He moved into the room so that he was just a few inches away from her.
Ilona looked up into the deep blue pools of his eyes. \'This has to be a dream,\' she thought, \'no one’s eyes are that blue.\' A shock of lust hit her so acutely that she couldn’t speak. The forgotten pajamas fell out of her hands and onto the floor. Going against everything she was ever taught, she arched up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. His eyes widened in surprise at the feel of her mouth on his. \'She’s like rose petals, like silk even,\' he thought, enfolding her in his arms, res resting at the middle of her back and the other just below her hip. Bade brought his hand up to stroke the side of her neck, his thumb tugging at the corner of her mouth until she opened for him. He let his tongue delve into the steamy recesses of her inner cheeks, under her tongue, and across her lips. Ilona whimpered and pressed herself against him, lustfully curious at the hard heatweenween their bodies and the fire building low in her belly. Bade realized what was happening and surprised himself by pulling away from her. He looked at her for a moment; fear of his reaction clear in her face. She stared back at him, her luminous brown eyes shining.
“S-sorry,” she stammered, backing away from him quickly.
\'She’s sorry?\' He wondered, \'why is she sorry? She didn’t do anything…I’m the one who can’t control myself.\' Bade saw her backing away from him and growled audiblyou hou have nothing to be sorry for, Ilona.” He pulled her towards him, making her stumble bodily into his chest. “Shall we continue?” he inquired of her gently.
Ilona looked up at him, a thread of bitter realization lacing though her fear. Yep, definitely a dream, she thought bitterly, no one this gorgeous would offer himself to someone like me…Ah, what the hell. “Yes,” she whispered, sliding her arms about his neck.
Bade moaned deep in his throat and wrapped his arms around her small form. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently. She surprised him by tentatively exploring his mouth with her tongue. He opened his mouth a bit wider to help her find what she was looking for and she pressed her lips harder against his. He slid his hands down to her bottom and cupped her, pulling her upwards and against him more fully. Ilona felt his erection nudge against the most sensitive part of her lower body and whimpered, pushing against him as hard as she could.
Before she knew it, Bade had lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed, laying her carefully amongst the rippling ocean of satin sheets. They felt cool and slick against her body. He stood at this side of the bed gazing at her nude form, reveling in the beaut the the woman he was about to make love to.
Ilona noticed his gaze roving over her and tried to cover her breasts and thtch tch of dark curls between her legs. She watched as Bade backed a little ways from the bed and began to remove his clothing. First his shirt, making her eyes widen at the pale, muscular beauty that was his chest. Then his pants, shoes, socks, until finally he was naked. Free from the confines of his clothing, his erection reached its full capacity. Bade heard Ilona gasp lightly from the bed. He prayed it was a gasp of wonder instead of fear.
Ilona saw what was in store for her and became suddenly very aware of the fact that she was still a virgin. She wondered if Bade would care, and if he did, would he be upset with her? Would he try to hurt her for not telling him and making him go through that? She watched him climb onto the bed and sit, crossing his legs.
Bade steepled his fingers under his chin and regarded her thoughtfully. “When were you going to tell me you were still a virgin, my dear?”
A look of shock crossed her face. “H-how…?”
He grinned. “I can sense things, love. Now, answer my question before we go any further.”
Ilona swallowed compulsively and sat up. “I…just remembered myself when I saw your…excitement at…being…with me.”
Bade smiled to himself. Poor kid. “Alright then, fair enough…sorry for the interruption…shall we continue, sweet one?”
“Please.” \'Begging? I’m begging now?\' “I’d…like that very much.”
Bade smiled darkly and crawled slowly towards her with a primal look on his face. “On your back, Ilona,” he purred. Ilona obeyed without question, falling down to the soft pillows and mattress. He climbed over her, supporting himself on his arms as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He began to weave a sexual spell. “You are so beautiful” he told her. “You could make the planets stop their orbits and the sun hide its face in envy.” She blushed; no one had ever told her she was beautiful before, let alone beautiful enough to stop planets.
Badesed sed her forehead, murmuring words of praise to her beauty. His lips traveled from her forehead to her eyelids to her cheeks to her throat, altogether avoiding her lips. As his mouth grazed her throat, he felt a different kind of lust flow through him.
He tried to ignore it but he couldn’t stop the familiar extension of his canines. His hands were still roving over her supple body and she moaned lightly, arching against him. Bade had opened his mouth to lick his lips when she bucked upwards, causing her neck to accidentally bump against his mouth. It had the same effect on him as if she had taken his erection fully into her mouth. He opened his mouth wide to accommodate the fully-extended incisors, flicking his tongue out to test a spot on her neck. He felt her heartbeat under his tongue and lost all self-control, digging his fangs into her neck.
Ilona froze, then began to struggle until she felt a peculiar sense of pleasurable warmth in the spot where Bade’s mouth was. Her struggles turned to writhing as she arched into him in want. She began to moan and gasp, bringing her arms around his back to clutch him to her, mangled sounds of ecstasy emanating from her mouth.
Bade was plunged into ecstasy of a different color. The rush of fluid from her jugular into his mouth was unlike anything he had ever experience before. To him, it was as if he was granted with the powers of the god and goddess above. She was the mate he had been looking for all of his natural –and unnatural- life. Bade slowed his sucking of her blood before he had taken too much. He was preparing to withdraw his incisors when he felt the connection.
Her mind had melded with his, shocking him into stillness, his fangs poised half in-half out of the two tiny pricks in her neck. Bade felt Ilona’s thoughts, felt the recesses of her mind that ne eve ever saw. He felt her childhood, her abusive parents, her first boyfriend who assaulted her (and whom Bade wanted to kill for it); he felt it all; all of it coming to him like the quick sequence of scenes in a movie. Bade felt her speak to him through the mental ties that bound them.
\'Bade?\'
\'Yes Ilona?\ \'What’s going on?\'
\'I fed on you darling…it’s fine, don’t be scared\'
\'I’m not scared; it feels too good for me to be scared.\'
\'Then be quiet and enjoy sweetheart.\'
He slipped his fangs back into her neck slowly, careful not to hurt her or take more of her life away. She sucked in her breath, going slightly stiff; the wounds had begun to close already and he had reopened them. \'Relax,\' his mind sent to her. She did, softening in his arms once again.
\'Ilona, my beauty, would you like me to make love to you?\'
\'Yes, but…can you…can you do that?\'
\'Of course I can, silly girl. The question is, would you like me to?\'
\'I…I think so…will it hurt?\'
\'For a bit, beautiful girl.\' He felt her doubt. \'We don’t have to, Ilona. I’m content to just hold you.\'
\'No…no, I want to…please\'
\'Your wish, love.\'