by Fawkes, Sara
quiver in his hands. As he licked his lips again, I thought I spotted fangs peeking between the pink of
his flesh. I shook my head, knowing that couldn’t be possible.
Reality rushed down on me, and I could feel my cheeks burning from shame. I quickly moved to
push down my skirt and sit up. “Oh God, I’m...I’m so embarrassed.”
He grabbed my hands in his to stop me from pushing at my clothes. “No, my darling, you were
exquisite. This is exactly what I needed.” He turned toward the painting, and flipped the easel around
so I could see the finished work. “You see? You see how beautiful you are?”
I gaped at the painting.
It was swirl of color, mostly reds, some golds, and blacks. Most lines were blurred, but you could
still see my dress, and the sofa I sat on. You could tell what the shapes were. But it was my face, my
mouth, my eyes that stood out. It was in that face that you could see all my emotions—pleasure,
passion, abandon. It was so raw and real. And it was spectacular.
My face got hot again just looking at it, and remembering where that had come from. That it was
me I was staring at. Not some anonymous woman having an orgasm, but me, Emily Brooks.
Xavier stared at the canvas. “You are my best work.” Then he turned and looked at me and a
renewed sense of desire rushed through me.
Although I’d just orgasmed, my body vibrated for more. Like an itch on the roof of my mouth, it
was something I couldn’t scratch on my own.
“You were like a tight wire when you first entered this room.” Xavier came to the sofa and sat next
to me. “And I saw you come loose.” He set his hand on my exposed knee and rubbed his thumb over
my skin. “Now I want to feel you unravel. All of you. Outside and in.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could utter any words, he had me gathered in his arms
and kissed me. It was a hard kiss, full of more than passion. Anger maybe. Hunger definitely. Then he
broke away, and leaning back he stared me in the eyes.
“What do you want, Emily?”
“You. I want you.”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He leaned forward and nibbled on my chin.
I let my head drop back so he had access to more. “I want you to...Ah!” He nipped me a bit too
hard and I gasped.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to...”
“What?” He dragged his tongue down my neck to my collarbone where he sucked on my skin.
“Oh,” I gasped again. “I want you to fuck me.”
With a growl like a beast, he pulled me to him and took my mouth.
The smoldering kiss heated my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and all the
parts in between, my thighs in particular. Fiery tingles radiated over them, surging upwards.
Gasping for breath, I squirmed on the sofa, trying to snuggle closer to him. I wanted, no needed to
caress him, to have my body be touching his. Trembling hands raced up and down his chest searching
for a way in to touch his skin. Impatient, I tore at the buttons on his shirt. I heard the pinging sound of
a button hitting the floor as I tore at the fabric. Finally I was able to touch the smooth plain of his
chest.
He moaned into my mouth as I traced a line up and down his flesh with my short nails. Nibbling
on my bottom lip, he moved down to my chin and up again to my mouth, sweeping his tongue between
my lips to taste and tease me.
The man could kiss. With the hard press of his lips and the tantalizing way he moved his tongue
over mine in a slow torturous tango, sent currents of white hot pleasure rippling over my already
flushed skin. A man had never kissed me like this. Like he was feasting on me. That only the flavor of
me could satisfy his hunger.
With one hand wrapped in my hair and the other at the small of my back, he licked the side of my
neck, brushing the tips of his teeth against my pulse that thumped hard. Did I feel fangs scraping
against my skin? It couldn’t be. I was sure I had imagined them earlier. But I could feel a sharp prick
on my throat every once in a while. It didn’t dampen my lust though. In fact, I felt wetter, and hotter
because of it.
Letting my head fall back, I dug my nails into his shoulders as he ravaged my neck, alternating
between licking and sucking on my flesh. I’d for certain have marks on my skin later, but at that
moment, I just didn’t care. Nothing mattered right now but the flush of heat racing over my body, the
deep endless ache between my thighs, and the man that made both sensations happen.
Xavier moved down my body trailing his tongue into the hollow of my throat, then over the swell
of my breasts that were pushed up from the corset on the dress. He dipped his tongue into my
décolletage, then scraped his teeth along the top of one breast down to the edge of the dress.
Moving a hand over, he pulled at the bodice, tugging hard until both my breasts were free of the
restricting fabric. I could feel his hot breath on my pebbled nipples, which was in contrast to the
coolness of the room.
I reveled in the pleasure surging through me as he sucked on one nipple and rubbed the other with
his fingers. After lavishing avid attention with his tongue and teeth to one aching peak he moved onto
the other, giving it equal consideration. When he was done and went back to kissing my mouth, I was
throbbing from every nerve ending.
“I want to fuck you Emily,” he breathed into my ear while he licked the lobe. “But first I want to
lick your cunt.”
I flinched at his hard language, but it didn’t stop me from groaning a little as well. I liked that he
wasn’t being gentle with me. I liked that maybe I was driving him to it.
He stood and slipped off his shirt. He then undid the clasp on his pants, and shucked them off. I
boldly looked him over. He was perfection incarnate. Lean but muscular. Hard and smooth. Even his
erect cock was perfect. He ran a hand over himself as I watched. Then he grinned. And there was no
hiding the fact that there were two long fangs in his mouth.
Seeing them should’ve frightened me. I should’ve gotten up and ran out of the room, never to look
back. Instead I was curious and intrigued, and God help me, turned on by them. It didn’t really
surprise me that Xavier was different. What he could be may not have crossed my mind, but now that
it did, it didn’t shock me. It explained a lot actually.
Vampire.
He must’ve noticed me staring at him, because he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over them.
“You are not afraid?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Do you still want me to take you? To lick you? To fuck you?”
I nodded, my voice stuck in my throat, my mouth too dry to form words.
He dropped to his knees and nudged my legs apart to position himself between them. He placed a
hand on each of my thighs, pressing his fingers into my flesh. Deliberately slow, Xavier made his way
up my thighs. Rubbing his hands in circles, he inched closer to my sex, all the while watching my
face.
My breath hitched in my throat, as his fingers brushed over the light sprinkling of hair over my
mound. He was teasing, and it was driving me insane. I curled my hands into fists and threw my head
back just as he drew a finger into my sex.
As Xavier continued to tease me with light brushings of his
fingertips, I writhed on the sofa,
arching my back and pushing my pelvis up, in hopes that he would ease my anguish. That he would
lick and suckle, and fill me with his fingers, his tongue, anything to urge me over the edge to a mind-
blowing climax. I didn’t have to wait long before he parted me with his thumbs and trailed his tongue
up and down my slick channel, swirling the tip as he reached my opening.
Heaving, I thrashed about on the cushions. The torment of his tongue sent me soaring. Each time
he neared my swollen aching slit I suffocated from the torture of near release.
“Oh, Xavier, please,” I moaned.
As if caving in to my wishes, he nudged my already sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. I
jerked up in response to the sizzling lash that whipped over me. With one hand, he pressed me down
on the sofa, holding me hostage, while he continued to lick and suck and lavish extreme attention on
my clit, suckling on it in between strokes of his tongue.
With ease, he slid two fingers into me, then thrusted fast and hard. The scorching heat between
my legs was quickly nearing unbearable. I was close to climaxing. The muscles in my belly and
thighs tightened, preparing me for the overwhelming rush of ecstasy. A few more well-placed strokes
and I’d come like a volcano.
As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out, pushing as deep as he could go, Xavier suckled on
me. It was then I could feel his fangs scrape against my sensitive flesh as he sucked hard. I gasped
aloud from the sheer decadence and danger of it.
Then with one final stroke of his tongue, he pushed his fingers deeper, feeling all of me. Clamping
my eyes shut against the sudden rush of bliss, I cried out as he found the spot, the fleshy mound on the
inside of my channel. He pressed hard just as he clamped down on my nub with his lips, his teeth
scraping ever so slightly.
I came in a searing liquid rush. White blinding light flashed behind my eyes, and I couldn’t catch
her breath. I grabbed onto Xavier’s head, grasping for something...anything to release me from the
electrifying hold he had me in. But he didn’t succumb to my attempts to stop him. He continued to
stroke his tongue over me and move his fingers inside, prolonging my orgasm.
Another commanding wave of pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath again, drowning me.
All the muscles in my body tightened, the nerve endings flared. I couldn’t take any more. It was too
much. Finally, I just stopped fighting, and rode the waves of pleasure until I was spent.
Xavier watched me as I came. I could clearly see his fangs now, and his eyes had gone black. I
knew I should’ve been afraid, I’d watched enough horror movies in my time to have some common
sense, but I couldn’t find the fear inside. There was only desire.
Sitting up, I reached for his face, pulled him to me and kissed him. The way his eyes widened, I
think I may have surprised him a little. He leaned into me, kneeling on the cushions between my open
legs.
His lips skimmed mine, then to my chin again, then to my neck. His fangs pricked my skin, and I
flinched a little.
“Are you going to bite me?” I panted.
“Only if you ask me to.” He nibbled on my neck, my ear, my collar bone.
I wrapped my arms around him, and dug my fingers into his back, easing him down onto me. He
buried a hand into my hair, and with his other hand, he guided his cock into my already slick opening.
He slid in easily since I was so wet, and still reeling from my orgasm.
Cupping the back of his neck, I deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth. He felt so amazing
inside me. I’d had other men, well only two others, but by far, Xavier was the only one who made me
feel so absolutely alive. Everything was brighter and louder and every inch of my body quivered and
quaked as if finally fully awake.
I wrapped my legs around him as he picked up the pace. With every plunge he dug his fingers into
my shoulders as if he had to hang on. Maybe he was free-falling just as quickly as I was.
As he pressed kisses to my chin and down to the side of my throat, Xavier thrust harder, faster,
burying deep inside. I gasped as he rammed into me again and again. I lifted my pelvis to meet him
each time.
His legs started to shake. I could feel all his muscles clutching with strain. He clamped his eyes
shut, and drove into me as hard and as deep as he could. I raked my nails across his back. I had a
feeling there would be marks in his flesh. I liked the notion that I’d somehow marked him. Even if it
would only be for a little while.
And I wanted him to mark me. I wanted to be branded his.
“Bite me,” I whimpered before I could change my mind.
He opened his eyes. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. Bite me, Xavier. Make me yours.”
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth wide, settled over the side of my neck and bit down.
The pain was sharp and immediate and I cried out. I moved my hands up to push him away but
then an explosion of taste, and smell, and color, and sound erupted inside me. I could hear the rush of
my blood and the beating of my heart, then I heard twin sounds and realized they belonged to Xavier.
And they matched. We were in prefect harmony.
In the same moment my blood filled his mouth, he climaxed in a violent surge. As did I for the
third time.
For several minutes, I thought I’d died. My body was numb, my head swimming. Even when I
concentrated on moving my feet, I couldn’t. Blinking back black spots, I looked at Xavier who was
still on top of me, his face nestled in the crook of my neck.
I heard a sucking like sound, then he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. Blood stained his
lips. But I wasn’t revolted. He looked unearthly beautiful in that moment. Like something from a
dream.
“Am I alive?” I asked.
He reached up and slid off my mask. I’d forgotten that I’d had it on the entire time. He trailed a
finger over my eyebrows, and then down my nose, to finally cup my cheek with the palm of his hand.
“Yes, Meine liebe. You are alive.”
“I’m not a vampire now, am I?”
“No, you are not a vampire.” He laughed. “That’s not how it works.” He ran his thumb over my
lips. “You’ve seen too many movies, I think.”
He shifted his weight, and pulled me with him into a sitting position. He adjusted my skirt so it
wasn’t bunched at my waist but covering me again.
I touched my neck where he’d bitten me, expecting there to be blood on my fingertips but there
wasn’t. It was indeed sore when I touched the area though.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No. It’s just, ah, sore.”
“There will be marks, but they will fade quickly.” He stood and walked across the room to a
wardrobe in the corner that I hadn’t noticed earlier.
I watched him, eating up his nakedness. The man was definitely a work of art himself.
He opened the cupboard doors, took out a robe and slipped it on. He then took out another robe, a
white silk one, and brought it over to me. “You’ll be staying here tonight.”
“I will?”
“Yes, I’ve already had my man, Gunther, inform your friends that you will be spending the night
with me in my home. And that I will have Gunther drive you back to your hotel tomorr
ow.”
I thought for a brief moment of arguing with him, or at least berating him for taking liberties, but
the truth was, it pleased me that he’d already planned this out. That he had known I would stay the
night even before we had sex. He was full of a confidence that I wish I possessed. Maybe now was the
perfect time to claim some for my own.
I stood, then giving Xavier my back, I said, “Unlace me, will you?”
He gave me a little smile before he pulled at the lacing on the corset of my dress. Soon it was
loose enough that I could slide it down my body and step out of it. Now all I had on was my sodden
panties. Xavier took the robe and slid it over my arms, and up onto my shoulders.
“Thank you.” I turned back around and tied the robe closed.
His eyebrow lifted a little, and he looked me over. As if he was assessing me, considering me.
“You must be hungry. I will ring for food and drink to be brought immediately.”
“What about you?”
“I already ate.” He grinned and my knees went weak all over again.
Chapter Four
As I ate from a smorgasbord of delectable dishes, Xavier’s man, Gunther, brought me, Xavier regaled
me with stories from his travels. All three hundred years of them. I’d felt silly asking him his age, but
nothing could prepare me for the answer. He didn’t look a day over thirty.
“I can’t imagine living so long,” I’d said after he told me about the death of his last immediate
family member, his sister Josephine who died at the wonderful old age of ninety-five. “Doesn’t it get
lonely?”
He reached across the sofa and played with the end of my hair that draped over my shoulder.
“Sometimes.”
I smiled, loving his touch, leaning into it. “You must’ve slept with a lot of women.”
“Yes. I suppose I have.”
“That’s a lot of names to remember.”
He laughed. “Unfortunately only some are worth remembering.”
“In a hundred years, will you remember mine?” It was a foolish thing to ask. I didn’t know why I
was feeling so defensive about it. I knew this was just a fling. I’d gone with him, knowing full well
what it would be. An amazing sexual experience. A story to tell my friends. A memory to treasure.
Xavier’s hand dropped to my shoulder, and he pulled me to him. He kissed me softly, a brushing
