Page 23 of Sleeping With the Vampire

There was no way of making it easier for her.

“Yes,” I said.

“Does it mean anything else, like, can you read my mind or make me do anything you want me to?”

“I wish!” I said with a laugh.

She turned to face me. “What do you mean?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t you think if I could have my way, you would be naked right now, and we would be in bed and I would be making love to you in all of the many, many ways I’ve been dreaming of?”

“Oh, really?” She was pretending to resist me, I could tell.

I loved the way she was playing with me, toying with me.

She asked, “You don’t want to hear what I have found out tonight? Don’t think I didn’t notice that crow flying behind me the whole time.”

“Of course, I want to know,” I said. “But more than that, I want to be with you.”

I caught her hand, and pulled her towards me.

“Please say that you want this too.”

“I don’t know what I want,” she said, pulling away from me.

“You don’t have to make a decision, then,” I said, being very conciliatory. “But how about I show you some of the things I can do?”

When she didn’t say anything right away, I added, “Just for a while, let’s forget about it all and just enjoy each other?”

“It has been a long day,” she conceded. “I could do with a bit of relaxing.”

I picked her up and lay her down in the bed, slowly removing her clothing. The leather jacket and the tight jeans, the boots with intricate laces. Underneath, she was wearing a tight T-shirt and small panties. I ran my finger under the elastic as I leaned in to kiss her, her lips parting as I pressed my mouth against her. She was so warm, so full of life, it was absolutely intoxicating to be with her. My finger ran over her belly underneath the panties and I edged slowly over her pubic area, slipping inside of her where it was all wetness and warmth. She moaned gently and arched her back, twisting her athletic legs around my back and squeezing me hard.

I laughed and took off my clothes, pushing her legs back onto the bed. She lay still, expectantly, staring at me, her beautiful eyes glued to mine. I ran my tongue over her thighs, parted her legs gently and then kissed her inside, my tongue prodding and licking. She was ready for me, pulsating with an energy that was driving me wild. I opened her wider, tilted her pelvis to me as I drank from her, the juices flowing towards me like dew drops from the most exquisite flower.

She was moaning and groaning, I nibbled lightly, flicking her clitoris with my tongue and feeling the nub of pleasure pulsate with desire, quickening to my touch. She was so aroused, so ready for me, I wanted to tease her, to make her wait as she had kept me waiting.

But, she then moved so quickly, I had to laugh in delight as she slid over me, pinning me down on the bed and straddling me, taking my cock inside of her as she started to ride me, grinding me into the bed. She was taking her pleasure, not waiting for me to satisfy her. I watched her, her gorgeous breasts with rock hard nipples rising over me, the creamy skin without a blemish, the way the muscles contracted with everyrocking movement. She was simply incredible and as the energy mounted between us, I stared into her eyes, willing her to look at me as we came together, bonded in that instant, and forever.

We had sex again, then once more, each time in a different position as she was willing to explore and try out new things. I was only too happy to oblige, manipulating her young body and delighting in her suppleness.

When she was finally spent, a few hours before dawn, she told me what she’d learnt that night. She was ravenous now, standing in front of the buffet of food, stuffing her face with cheese and grapes and little savory pieces that looked very tasty.

Most of what she said did not surprise me. I watched her eating, finding it adorable. Until she told me of The Servant.

That made me sit upright.

“Oh, do I have your attention now?” She asked, sarcastically.

She didn’t understand though, the implications of what she’d said. The situation had progressed far more than I’d realized if we were already at this point. I got out of bed and got dressed in a flash.

“I must go,” I said.

Izzy’s face dropped. “I’m sorry, my love, but this calls for immediate action. I will see you soon, I promise.”

I kissed her quickly and made my way back to Sunil’s house as fast as I could. The news about Tempesto being behind Tanata’s death confirmed what I had suspected. But my satisfaction at learning the truth was eclipsed by concern about what I had just learned.

Chapter 9

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