Save the Night for Me (2 page)

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 continued 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.

Nina bit her lip. What had happened to her?
How could that be real? It couldn't be; it had to be a dream. She was here in
this room, of course; Tomas was obviously real, as was the sex, but a vampire?
And yet she could remember everything vividly, now, including the sensation of being
bitten...

...her eyes flew open wide. Her neck! She
hurried to the bathroom and gazed in the mirror, then laughed at herself. No
bite marks, no blood. She had been tired and maybe a little drunk on two
Bellinis and no dinner, and her silly imagination had taken her night of
passion with Tomas and cross-bred it with some ridiculous vampire show she had
been watching with her girlfriends. Come to think of it, Tomas looked a bit
like the older brother, the “bad boy”. She chuckled at herself, but as she returned
to the bedroom to get dressed, she noticed a small, but very distinctive, stain
on the luxurious bed sheet. Blood. Her heart began to pound more rapidly as her
breath caught in her throat and Tomas's last words echoed through her head.

Save the night for me...

Nina had been warring with herself all day-well,
all week-about whether she should meet with Tomas again tonight. He said he
would be waiting for her in the same place, the bar at the Hotel du Lac, and
they had spent a night of intense lovemaking there that she had not been able
to conceive was possible. He had brought her to ecstasy over and over, seeming
to know her every private need. But then, he had revealed a darker side, that
he was undead, a vampire. A creature that was supposed to exist only in
stories. He had bitten her and had drunk her blood as they copulated, and it
had been a transcendent experience; she'd had the most powerful orgasms she had
ever known. He had taken her blood several times over the course of the night,
just a bit at a time, as they coupled over and over. Afterward she had fallen
asleep in his arms, exhausted but satisfied, but had awoken to find him gone
and her memory unsure.

Had he really been a vampire? Had he fled
the morning sun, or just the complications of a one-night stand? He hadn't left
a note, just the memory of his telling her that he had to leave before sunrise
and that he wanted to see her again in a week. Maybe she had imagined that. And
there had been no bite marks on her, even though she remembered being bitten in
several places. She'd seen blood on the sheets, though. Not much, but how did
it get there otherwise? It wasn't “that time of the month” for her.

Is it possible that she had fallen victim
to some very odd prank? Had he slipped her a drug that would cause some sort of
hallucinatory experience, or even made a hypnotic suggestion? Maybe the
substance on the bed wasn't even blood, just something to bolster the story.
She analyzed the possibilities, either he was really a vampire and they would
have another round of amazing sex, but he might kill her; or he was not a
vampire, he was some sort of strange con man with a gimmick to get laid. Either
way, he had taken care of her needs so skillfully...if he wanted to kill her,
he easily could have done that already, couldn't he?

She couldn't resist her burning curiosity,
the memory of his dark, animal beauty, their pleasure in each other. It was all
too strong. She left work early, no late-night meeting this time and took the
train home simply so she could turn herself from a workaday ad executive into a
ravishing creature of the night. No plain black shift and trench coat this
time; she outfitted herself in a dark red wrap dress that displayed her pale,
graceful neck and shoulders, along with a sexy peek of cleavage. A pair of
diamond drop earrings to sparkle against her dark hair, but no necklace to get
in the way. The same black silk stockings with an insanely sexy set of black
lace lingerie underneath the clinging dress, and finally, a pair of black
leather sling backs with a stiletto heel. The evening was a bit cool but not
rainy, so she slipped a black cashmere wrap around her shoulders and headed
out.

She decided to drive her car in to the city
this time, rather than wait on the train. Her little black Acura made a quick
and comfortable ride into the city, and she pulled up to the Hotel du Lac's
valet stand a little early; at ten minutes until ten.
So much for being
fashionably late
, she thought, but it made more sense to arrive early, actually;
if Tomas had just been leading her on and would not be there tonight, she would
be spared the discomfort of standing in the entrance of the bar, looking around
awkwardly. This way she could go right in and find a table, as if just for
herself. If he didn't show, no one need be the wiser.

Bolstered by this decision, she entered the
bar confidently without a glance around, and selected a cozy table in the
corner. As she strolled toward it, every man in the bar swiveled his head to
follow. She looked fantastic tonight. From the corner of her eye she noticed a
bit of the attention that she was getting, and she was flattered and delighted.
She'd decided there was no point in trying to make it work with Mark; the
distance between them was too great, physically and emotionally. If Tomas
turned out to be just a fling, at least it was a comfort to know she was still
desirable to other men.

The server, a redheaded college-age boy,
came to ask for her order after she had settled at the table, she was about to
speak when she heard a lush, deeply-pitched voice with a lyrical accent say
from behind the server, “The lady will have a Bellini, and you can get a Chivas
on the rocks for me.” The boy turned around in surprise, as there had been no
footsteps to announce the approach of a companion, but as he came face to face
with Tomas, he nodded his head, stammering, “Ye-yes, sir; right away.”

As the waiter hustled away, Tomas stood for
a moment, drinking in the vision of Nina sitting there, voluptuous yet
vulnerable, her pale skin set off exquisitely by the dark red silk dress and
her shiny waves of ebony hair. “You can sit down,” she said, shyly. He pulled
the chair and seated himself gracefully, never taking his eyes from her. “You
are exquisite,” he sighed. She cast her eyes down modestly.

“Thank you for coming to see me again,
Nina,” Tomas continued, “I'm sure last week must have been a very strange
experience for you.” She gazed back up, a bit warily. “I seem to be remembering
things that could not have actually happened,” she said, trying to keep her
voice even, searching his face for a reaction. His gaze remained unflinching.
“They did happen, Nina. I showed my true nature to you, and you gave yourself
willingly. And came back to me willingly. I hope, anyway,” he added, suddenly
seeming like a bashful boy.

What a charmer! He had a sparkle in his
eyes, but was it attraction, or just amusement? Was it danger? Nina didn't feel
threatened; she felt chemistry, connection. “There are no marks on me, Tomas,”
she said. “I can leave them, if you want,” he said, leaning toward her
conspiratorially, eyes flashing, and then chuckling at her horrified expression
and adding, “It's easy for me to heal you, though. I'd better do it this time
before you fall asleep; that way you will understand.”

They enjoyed their drinks and chatted about
their jobs, he was in the business of importing furniture and handicrafts from
Eastern Europe, operating out of Belgrade, Sofia, Tirana and a number of other
cities she found very exotic. He taught her how to say “Pleased to meet you” in
Serbian ”
Drago mi je
”, she repeated, to his delight. She told him about
the advertising business, and he was very impressed to find that she had
created advertisements that had appeared on television, for brands he recognized.
“Maybe you can create some advertisement for my business,” he purred in his
delicious dark voice.