Sex Story :Save the Night for Me ( hot erotica /paranormal/ fantasy / vampire )

by Sexton, Selena

  SAVE THE NIGHT FOR ME

  Classically handsome, his wide azure eyes and angelic blond hair gave him a decidedly innocent look, his hard muscled body, by contrast, seemed custom made for sin.

  Selena Sexton

  Copyright Information Page

  Copyright © 2012 by Selena Sexton. All rights reserved worldwide.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be access by minors.

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright Information Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 1

  Nina woke, disoriented, in a large, soft bed in a beautifully-appointed hotel room. She sat up and looked around, struggling to remember the night before. She was naked; her clothes from the day before were hung neatly over the back of a nearby chair, but she did not remember doing that. She was alone in the room; no sign of any companion. She stepped to the window and parted the heavy curtains a bit, looking out onto the city as morning light shone in. As she gazed upon the buildings below, she began to remember the prior evening...

  Her meeting at the ad agency had run very late. Usually she liked brainstorming meetings at the beginning of an ad campaign, but this was a more stressful kind than usual, because her team had pitched their best ideas to the client that afternoon and every one had been soundly rejected, sending them back to the drawing board, literally. To make matters worse, the client had no clear vision of what he wanted, just apparently a strong sense of what he did not want, so they didn't have any guidelines within which to operate, other than trying to come up with different, creative ways to promote electric heating pads. Things had devolved down to having a talking mascot pad with an electrical cord tail when they finally decided to pack it in at ten o'clock at night.

  After 7pm, there was only one train every hour from the city back to the suburbs, and she had just missed the 10; she would have to kill almost an hour before she could get the 11. Three of her coworkers were going to share a cab rather than wait; they offered to let her squeeze in, but that seemed uncomfortable. Her friend Melanie actually lived downtown and offered to let her crash, but Nina just wanted to go home, feed her fish and chill out in front of some late-night TV. Nothing personal, but she wanted to leave work and all things work-related, including her coworkers, alone for the night.

  Nina walked toward the train station, gazing at various store displays, figuring that she would duck in somewhere for a quick bite to eat while she was waiting-there were a few restaurants farther down. She passed a building with a reflective surface and slowed down to take stock of herself. She thought she looked very tired, but overall not bad: her thick dark hair hung in shiny waves over her shoulders, setting off her pale skin and bright green eyes fringed with dark lashes.

  And those bright red lips! She had tried a new lipstick that day that was supposed to last all day without smudging or fading, and she was pleased to see it was holding up well, still looking shiny and delicious, like a fresh juicy strawberry. She'd actually forgotten she was wearing it, so seeing how it looked out here in the lamplight, how it set off her dark hair and pale skin in a sexy and romantic way, was a pleasant surprise. She had wondered why the male passers-by seemed to be staring appreciatively. Otherwise she was not provocative in appearance; she was wearing a beige trench coat to ward off the evening mist, buttoned and belted over a simple black dress and stockings. A pair of black leather boots completed the ensemble. They were somewhat sexy, with a three-inch heel, but not outrageous. She could walk in them comfortably enough.

  She heard someone clear his throat just behind her, and she turned, startled, to see a man approaching on the sidewalk. As he passed, they exchanged a glance that shot through her like a bolt of electricity; it was that sudden and powerful. He was unreasonably handsome, with thick dark hair, bright blue eyes ringed with dark lashes, a firm, chiseled jaw setting off full, sensual lips. He smiled at her, and his intense gaze made her weak. She was embarrassed at the strength of her reaction to this man, gorgeous as he was, and she was also embarrassed because she hadn't even noticed him in the reflection of the mirrored window-she must have really been staring at herself, she thought, blushing a little, self-consciously. She hadn't even heard his footsteps until after he'd cleared his throat and she'd snapped out of her reverie.

  He kept walking, albeit somewhat slowly, and she watched him as she started walking again herself. He swung his arms loose and confidently at his sides, bearing no newspaper or briefcase, but he was dressed impeccably in a dark suit and a trench of his own, a grey one, that he wore unbelted. It billowed around him, somewhat cape like, as he strode down the street. She admired the breadth of his shoulders. He was tall-maybe about 6'2” or 6'3” and looked solidly built. She found herself fantasizing about him, picturing him turning as she approached, taking her suddenly by the arms and pushing her up against the wall, kissing her passionately as he pushed his body insistently against hers, pinning her helplessly as his hands wandered at will over her body, regardless of the stares of passersby...

  She shook her head at the image, blushing at her wanton imagination. She had been attempting to keep up a long-distance relationship after Mark moved to Seattle, but it was halfhearted at best; they had been more comfortable than serious even before he left, anyway. She hadn't had a man's touch in a couple of months, and who knew the last time she had felt real desire? As she continued to walk behind the darkly handsome man, she became aware that her panties were moist with her arousal. She could use a night of hot, unrestrained sex...with a total stranger? What a thought.

  The man ahead of her slowed and then turned to enter the bar at the upscale Hotel du Lac. He didn't seem to notice her when he turned in to the doorway, but she felt somehow tethered to him nonetheless; she slowed her pace a bit to make it a little less obvious, but she had no hesitation about going into the bar, as well. After all, isn't that precisely what she was going to do, anyway? She still had about 40 minutes to kill before the train departed, and it looked like a nice place. She had time for a couple drinks...maybe a little chat...

  And what if he were meeting someone there? Well, Nina thought, what's the harm of going in to see what she could see? If someone else was on his schedule for the evening, so be it; she would have her drinks and get on her train like a good little girl. But, as she eased the large glass door with the brass fittings open, she thought about what t would be like to be a bad little girl, and she shivered with desire at the thought.

  The place was only moderately busy, but she didn't see him. Perhaps he went to the rest room first, she thought, and she decided that might be a good plan for her, as well; she felt a little nervous, and it usually helped to pee. She went to the ladies' room, relieved herself, washed up and checked her hair and makeup in the mirror. She unbuttoned the trench and let it hang open, like his, showing off her graceful neck and pretty collarbones above the bateau neckline of her dress. After fluffing her hair a bit with her fingers and adding a quick spray of perfume, she ventured back out into the bar.

  She still
didn't see him; maybe he had continued though the bar into the hotel? That would have been a little odd, with the hotel entrance nearby, but maybe someone was waiting for him and they just hooked up and moved out. Well, that's that, she guessed; there were only a dozen or so people in the richly-appointed bar, and it was easy enough to see he wasn't among them. With a small sigh of disappointment, she approached the shining mahogany bar and prepared to order. The bartender was at the other end, but he noticed her and started to walk down to her.

  As he approached, she began to open her mouth, ready to order, but he looked right past her, addressing someone to her side. “What can I get you?” She turned to see him, her handsome stranger, standing to her side at the bar. He addressed the bartender, but looked directly at her with a stunning smile. “Chivas and soda, with a twist, and the lady will have...?” His voice was warm and deep, with a hint of an accent. Eastern European?

  “Bellini,” she breathed, lost in his eyes, not even pausing to question why this utter stranger would be buying her a drink without so much as an introduction. It just felt natural.

  “I'm Tomas,” he said, extending his hand.

  “Nina”, she responded. When she put her hand out for a shake, he gracefully caught it and raised it to his lips. His touch was electric to her; she was struck with an almost painful need for him as he gazed up at her through that fringe of black lashes. She wanted to be crushed to his chest, his hands wound in her hair, pulling her head back, controlling her. She felt herself flushing slightly and tried not to tremble.

  There was some chitchat about his being in the city on business and her waiting on a train, but she barely remembered that; it was more about the ease and swiftness with which they found themselves upstairs in his hotel room, his removing and hanging their coats and his suit jacket up with some decorum, then simply surrendering to their desires. Still in the entryway to the room, He put her up against the wall in the exact way she had fantasized, crushing his body against hers with insistent need as he kissed her, sensually, teasingly, dancing the tip of his tongue along hers, sucking her lower lip in a bit and biting it lightly as his hands roamed her body.

  He traced kisses down the side of her neck as he ran his hands down her thighs, found the hem of her black jersey dress, and began slide the fabric up, skimming the curves of her bottom with his fingers as he passed over her smooth skin. “So soft,” he breathed against her neck,” I want to feel every bit of your softness against me. You are like the petals of a flower.” Nina quivered with pleasure and sighed, “Take anything you want from me; I can withhold nothing from you.” He uttered a low purr of satisfaction in response.

  She was as busy as he was, loosening his tie and slipping it off over his head, then unbuttoning his shirt and slipping that off as their tongues flirted and darted into each other's mouths. She lifted her arms so that he could lift her dress up and over her head, and then he returned the favor as she removed his tee shirt, revealing a wonderfully muscled torso. Every inch of him was chiseled perfection; it made her want to run her tongue over every inch of his body. “Ohhh...you are so perfect, so strong,” she said in wonder. “It's all for you, Nina,” he said, taking her face in his hands and kissing her tenderly, then passionately.

  “And look at you, my lovely: What pleasure you give me to see,” he said, gazing at her in admiration, as well: The swell of her breasts in the plunging black underwire bra, the sensual curve of her belly above the black satin panties, and her long, firmly-muscled legs excited his desires fully. He stepped back toward her, taking her against him so that he could feel her soft skin pressed warm and lush against his strong, hard body. He felt somewhat cool to the touch as she ran her hands along his back, but only slightly; she felt so feverish with desire that it was a soothing sensation. His arms crushed her in a powerful embrace. He was so strong! She yielded to him, willing to be completely dominated by his need for her.

  As they continued to kiss and explore each other, he slipped the satin straps of her bra over her shoulders and deftly pulled her breasts out of the cups. He ran his hands over her, cupping the generous swell of her bosom in a gentle squeeze and brushing her stiff pink nipples with his fingertips, then rolling the tips between his thumbs and forefingers, sending delicious sensations through her like an electrical charge, straight to her private areas. She could feel the throbbing between her legs, and her panties were getting quite soaked with her juices.

  She moaned in pleasure as he manipulated her hard little nipples, and then his searching hand moved down between her trembling thighs and snaked into her panties. He murmured in delight as he found the wetness there. “Mmmm, seems you are ready, my lady,” he purred with his delightful accent. He slipped her panties down and let them fall to the floor, then unfastened her bra, letting that fall as well, leaving her in only her thigh-high stockings and shoes.

  She moaned as he slid his fingers gently against her swollen clitoris, but she tried to keep her wits about her; there was something important she needed to remember. “I am ready, but we need a condom,” she said, trying to catch her breath and keep her wits about her, “If you don't have any, I might have one in my purse.” He backed up and gazed at her with his amazing eyes, smiling, and said, “We don't need a condom.” His eyes seemed to swirl with color-blue, green, gold-and the intensity of his gaze was captivating. She felt mesmerized, drawn to him. She found herself repeating what he'd said.”We don't need a condom,” she agreed, utterly reassured. He smiled, satisfied.

  He took her hand and led her to the king-sized bed, yanked the covers down decisively to expose the luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets, and laid her down in a fluid movement. As she reclined beneath him, he lowered his mouth to her breast and started licking and sucking her nipples while he tickled her clit with his finger. She moaned and buried her hands in his hair, keeping his head close, pressing her breasts into his mouth. Her body writhed as he played skillfully with her, and she felt her orgasm building.

  She came with a throaty cry, trembling against his hand and holding his head against her chest, then she released his head and brought his face back up to hers, kissing him deeply while still shuddering from her climax. “Let me see you, Tomas,” she breathed, fraught with desire, and he removed his pants, revealing a large, magnificent cock, so smooth but so firm. She reached out and put her hand on him. He crooned with pleasure at her touch as she stroked his swollen member. “So big and thick,” she purred, “But you have gotten me so wet, I think I can take you.” She wrapped her legs around him, intending to take him inside her, but he smiled and said, “Not yet, my dear; I want to delight in every part of you,” and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

  He would have loved to simply plunge into her in a beastly fury, but he wanted to service all her needs this night, to delight and fulfill her completely before he took what he needed from her. He lowered his mouth again to her breasts, teasing and suckling, and then moved lower until he was licking her juicy clit and feeling it throb against his tongue. As he licked and gently sucked, he slipped a finger inside her, crooking it to stimulate her g-spot, and she ran her hands through his hair as she surrendered to the wonderful sensations he was provoking in her.

  After she gave up her juices once again, he kissed his way back up, and as he slid his body upward against hers, he slipped his stuff cock inside her waiting sweetness. She moaned and writhed with pleasure as he drove deep into her, again and again, filling her up so completely. She had needed this so much, she thought, as she took his stiff member inside her body, each powerful stroke making her gasp , her moans growing in volume with his, and when she opened her eyes to look at him, to share the intensity of the experience, she saw him looking at her, his eyes swirling with color again as sharp fangs erupted from his beneath those full, sensuous lips of his, drawn back in a snarl, and before she could grasp what was happening, he lowered his head to her neck and she felt the sudden, sharp penetration of his fangs into her neck.

  As he bit her, he co
ntinued to thrust powerfully within her, owning her body in every way. She felt the pain of his bite, but her momentary terror and confusion was replaced with a powerful flood of endorphins as he began to drink her blood. The sensation was uncontrollably pleasurable to her, and as he drank and fucked her, she had the most overwhelming orgasm of her life. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her, coursing through her body. He thrust even harder and faster, and then he raised his head, mouth dripping with her blood, and howled as he had his own powerful orgasm, filling her with his copious, albeit sterile, seed.

  She looked out of the window, remembering the events of the night and realizing that Tomas hadn't shown up in the mirrored building. Tomas felt cool to the touch (not too cool, just room temperature). Tomas had not needed a condom. Tomas could appear and disappear mysteriously and control her thoughts and desires, because Tomas was a vampire; a vampire who had taken her completely last night; seduced her and fucked her and drank her blood. And he had done it again and again, spending the whole night giving her pleasure and taking her blood, just a bit at a time, not enough to kill her, but enough to render her weak and, eventually, unconscious. Now she remembered that before she slipped under, he lay with her cradled in his arms and told her, “Nina, you know my true nature, now. I drew you to me to take my pleasure from you and to drink from you. But now I want you to make your own decision. I will give you a week to regain your strength and to think about it. If you want to return to me of your own accord, I will be back here in a week from last night, at the same time 10pm. You may come to the bar again to meet me if that is your desire, your choice to do so. I would love to have another night with you, but I don't want to compel you. Do you understand?”

  She wasn't sure she really did understand at the time, exhausted and weak, but she nodded.

  “Rest, my sweet. I will be gone before the sun rises, but save the night for Me.” he said, holding her against him and kissing her forehead as she slipped into oblivion.