A Glimpse of the Dark Side: Adult Paranormal Erotic Romance Collection (20 page)

His gaze never faltered, his breath was
unbelievably steady as he worked her sex and controlled her
fulfillment.

Her own eyes were alternately wide with wonder
or half closed, as the man himself glowed to her, radiated power
and sex. His electrical aura or whatever it was, seemed eerily
magnetic, too.

She panted, giving him all control, giving in to
her every desire, and her thoughts were going, going...

HER LEGS QUIVERED then trembled as she began to
buckle under her own weight, unconscious to the fact that her
thrusting and gyrating hips were bucking and swaying to a fingered
tune entirely different from what was now blaring across the
crowded dance floor.

She was dancing the dance most of them had come
here to do, the oldest one known to man and woman - the Dance of
Desire.

Her sex was already so drenched with the hot,
fragrant torrents of her lust that without the skimpy underwear
fabric to absorb the juices, they would be coursing down her
thighs. It was lubricating his fingers in a steady, pulsing river
from deep within her.

Pulse pounding erratically, she clutched to him,
until he... touched...

"Oh!"

... touched on a sensitive point and both her
hands flew backward, to prop her against the wall, spread evenly on
both sides, leveraging her weight with her entire body against it.
Her mouth was open but no gasps come now because she has become
speechless. Her body both arched and sagged, to lean heavily to the
side, her head following, despite her trying to maintain eye
contact.

"Shhhhii-t! Ahhh-mmm!"

The Blonde's explosion upon his dancing fingers,
as her sex lips below closed around them and suckled, as his lips
closed on hers to connect in full what felt like power to
electrical circuits between them. The Blonde grabbed his shoulders
again as her entire body wracked with violent tremors. He used his
own body to pin hers to the hard wall, limiting her movements, the
pressure of him making it all so much sweeter.

She held her breath.

"Breathe. Breathe and cum, cum for me," he
coaxed.

"Ah-ahh-ahhhh..."

And she obeyed.

She gasped and gulped air and he gazed intently
into her eyes and saw the incredulous surprise there.

"Yeah, beautiful, it's better when you
breathe."

She pressed her thighs tight around his digits.
She quivered and shuddered upon his masterful fingers, drenching
them more, until the provoked, yet involuntary reaction subsided
and finally gave up the seized control of her sex and spine and
brain, and eased away.

The beaming smile on her flushed face when she
could see him clearly again could not be denied-that was his
reward. His Blonde was glowing as he slipped his hands off her, and
out of her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are a bad girl," he chided
as he raised his hand and took a long whiff of her overheated
aroma.

If it hadn't been so dark, he would've seen his
Blonde blush a deep red faster than a squid could ink the sea. She
smelled a little like the sea. And horny sex. In public.

He didn't need to see, though. He knew it was
there; knew she felt it on her hot face. He knew her. He knew her
desires and fantasies, and how to make her cum like no one ever had
before even without him unzipping.

The girl, the Blonde, was still glowing. She was
already wanting this forever.

"I-I'm Lyda. That was fucking amazing! Tell me
your name."

He smiled. "Ralph."

Her brow frowned a bit, her pretty lips pouted.
Nope. That's Right. Not Fabrizio, Alcide, or Edward. Just
Ralph.

"My name means 'wolf counsel,' meaning clever,
crafty. How do you propose we continue this, lovely Lyda?"

Lyda's response was to step forward to the man
who had her pussy juice drying on his hand and fingertips, gazing
deep into his eyes, her blue gaze peering into his impenetrable
dark browns as she groped his substantial mound of manhood.

Lyda grinned because he was truly gifted in that
part, distracting her from noticing that, after all he'd just done
with her, and how he'd watched as he touched her and made her lose
control of herself in public where anyone might stumble upon them
or might've watched in secret while he was fingering her to
ecstasy...

Ralph wasn't even the least bit aroused in the
manly junk department.

There wasn't anything amazing about his gift
anymore. There was nothing that could surprise him or get him
curious and interested when he already know.

Whether he believe it to be superior knowledge
or stealthy insight, there is no mystery or arousal in sex for him
anymore. Not even the intricacies of humanity's most basic desire,
given to him as this lovely Lyda, the beautiful, luscious, and
sensuous Blonde, could rouse him.

Ralph took Lyda's professionally manicured hands
and pushed them backward, making her pale breasts jump out of her
dress to him. Those breasts wanted Ralph, too. They wanted his
hands on them, his mouth and tongue on them.

He gazed intently into her blue eyes a long
while before burrowing his face into the fragrant valley between
her spectacular twin breasts, parting them with his nose and mouth,
before gently using the back of his head to raise her chin and tilt
her head backward, exposing her warm throat to him.

She did so willingly.

With her neck so exposed, he could see her pulse
throbbing in the dark, and hear her breathing, more like panting,
as he sensually nipped and bit her there, on either side of her
neck. Then, he paused, until she pushed her face against his and he
pulled back to gaze into her soul.

"Let's not continue this here, tonight. You need
a break from me."

She panicked at once. "But why?"

"Because, if we do continue, you'll become madly
in love with me by dawn," he whispered bluntly.

He could see it in her bright eyes that she
believed him, and well she should - he was telling the truth.

"I'd prefer to get your number for now, and give
you time to calm down and reconsider what we've done here together
for at least a few days, Lyda," he stated matter-of-factly.

Lyda's eyes lit up even more, her emotions
suddenly spiking and shifting from lust to an overwhelming respect
for his self-control. He must be even more powerful and amazing in
the sack, in a full-out fuck. She couldn't wait but wanted to have
it all, now and later. But...

Her emotions were already out of control and
wanting... everything, the entire world, perhaps the world and
Heaven, too. And those, she seemed to believe, were on the tips of
Ralph's fingers.

Her gaze went down to his crotch, and Ralph
slipped his phone out, opened his call list for a new number, and
handed it to her. He could do it with just a glance. He'd done this
that many times.

But, she rubbed like a cat against his clothed
cock.

"Give me your number," he stated, again, a
little brusquely, but she didn't notice. She was already becoming
Mrs. Ralph in her mind.

Finally, Lyda entered her information - cell
phone, home phone, and work number. "Oh, and my parent's number!"
then gave his phone back to Ralph with a huge smile on her face.
She was glorious, delicious. Who wouldn't want to fuck her and love
her?

Ralph gave her a gentle but quick peck on the
lips, making time to bite her juicy lower lip before he unhurriedly
backed away, his steady Earth brown gaze on her hopefully
lost-in-Heaven blues.

Yes. She'd easily fall in love with him.

He winked before walking away.

RALPH HAD DELETED the Blonde's number before
she'd gotten back to her drunk and hysterically giggling friends or
before he'd reached the exit out of the Lazy Egret, passing the
many fresh lovelies lined up to get inside.

No. He already knew he'd never fall in love with
her, no matter how lovely and responsive she was. He needed...
something.

Ralph's interactions these days with women, even
women his friends would assume he'd be interested in, always ended
this way. He knew it wasn't the women. And he knew that his friends
didn't really know him, not as well as they thought or felt.

If he were in the mood to reveal all, which he
wasn't, he would've told everyone about his covert knowledge and
joked, asking them all to point him in the right direction to cure
his perpetual ennui.

"Tell me. What do I need? Who do I need?"

But, he didn't, because he'd have to truly ask,
"You don't know me or want to truly know the innermost real me,
do you?"

So Ralph deleted Lyda's number from his phone
and pretty much had already dumped her existence from his memory
even though he'd just had his fingers on the hot, dripping wet crux
of the matter, so to speak. Her matter, not his.

And, it was just ten thirty in the evening when
he hit the street.

Although it was more of a feeling, an inner urge
rather than a full mental decision to go this way, he knew where he
was heading. His steps were neither fast nor slow as he enjoyed the
feeling of cooling off, of the wonderful and undemanding
peacefulness of being only with himself. He enjoyed the plentiful
fresh air in his lungs and the easy exercise of his body, as with
every step and breath, he cleansed himself and exorcised himself of
the many clinging and cloying needs from the many wannabes who'd
longingly watched him, wanted him, and projected their desires upon
him back at the Lazy Egret club.

Well, he wasn't returning there tonight, as he
imagined their desires dissolving away from him like grasping
ghostly vaporous fingers. Going, going, gone...

Ralph headed several blocks to another club with
no clue what he'd do there, only that he had no desire to go back
to his empty apartment suite yet, nor to return to where he'd found
Lyda. He'd been there, done that, and his fingertips didn't itch to
return, either.

He was both restless and bored; restlessly
bored, bored restless or something he couldn't fully put a finger
on-pun not intended. Or maybe it was. He liked just walking,
sometimes, even though it seemed most people hated to drag
themselves just five hundred feet from just past handicap parking
to the door.

As he progressed block by block, Ralph was
passing, then leaving behind, the occasional interested hottie
who'd perk up at the sight of him. Or perhaps, if you believe such
things, they responded to the touch of Ralph's gold-laced white and
pure aura passing through their own, like an electrifying shock or
a sudden relieving relaxation of all their sins. or that sweet,
clean feel that comes with a good washing,

Whatever he had made each lovely woman he passed
certain she should try to engage him. But they didn't have what he
wanted, and certainly not what he needed.

Ralph had an attractive physique and
personality. But, mostly, he was most attractive in ways others
couldn't really explain. He seemed brilliant, but, they didn't know
why. He walked on, now, his greetings with those he passed both
gracious and pleasant. But he most definitely left each lady in her
over-high stiletto heels unable to keep up.

This was his first day off, in a while, and he
intended to make the most of the night, although he wasn't fully
optimistic on the matter.

He'd come out only because he was trying not to
again spend the rest of his time-off sleeping like he was in a
coma, which was what he'd done the last six - no, closer to nine -
weeks.

Everything had become boring to him - food,
people, his job, and himself. It was like his life and all he knew
no longer fit him, making him feel uneasy as an itch yet exhausted
with the sameness of it all.

He was bored with himself, although most anyone
who knew him well or in passing, too, would say, "Ralph is a
natural at almost everything he sets his mind to." They really had
no idea about him.

People were the easiest for him to understand,
and to fool if he was inclined. He had a true knack for them,
Uncanny, some might say. In fact, he could and often would crash
any conversation, even with complete strangers, and soon he'd
become an openly welcomed part of it, and one of them.

But, Ralph wasn't one of them, although they
thought he was, or felt that he was, or were certain they knew that
he was. But they didn't know shit.

Ralph knew better - he was apart, different, a
thing most of them would not nor could ever understand in part, let
alone in full.

No matter how many times he explained it, or
showed them his true self, they would never get it.

RALPH KEPT THIS truth, his truest self, quietly
to himself and kept himself quietly apart leaving most to think of
him as merely independent and self-contained. He was more than that
but knew better than to try to explain it to any and every one to
whom he was close.

They would just want to cling more tightly to
him and, without any true satisfaction for himself, they'd suck his
life completely out of him. He wasn't willing to give that much,
although many would certainly ask.

The fact that people were the easiest for him
wasn't a cliche about Ralph being a people person. It's just that
he could almost always tell what people he was tuned into were
feeling, sometimes what they were actually thinking. So, he'd
usually have a strong sense, sometimes a full knowing of what that
person truly wanted or what they would do next based on this
knowledge.

He knew even what they didn't always know
themselves.

So Ralph knew exactly what to say and how to act
when he was with whomever he chose to focus on; quietly getting
under their skin and beyond their facades of defenses, straight to
the core of who they were, or believed they were, or fantasized
they'd be.