Moira again looked downward; this time spotting a noticeable bulge that strained the threads of his tights.
“Take me Moira,” he whispered, dipping her in a thrilling flourish as the crowd roared around them. “I must have you now.”
Moira attempted a wry chuckle as she trembled outright.
“I can see that,” she whispered, running a gentle, soothing hand down the surface of his carved cheek. “All the same, we really should finish the dance for the benefit….”
Silencing her with a passionate kiss, Ian covered her lips with his and slid his tongue inward. Seducing her with his mouth and hands, he massaged the tension from her shoulders as the back and forth motion of his tongue emulated sex.
His full lips lulled her into an erotic trance that stole her breath; soon he’d seduced her senses, once again making her forget herself and her very public surroundings.
Melting in his arms, she did not resist as he swept her up in his arms and carried her backstage; waving to acknowledge the cheers of the audience who applauded this bold move.
One viewer, however, was less than impressed by the lovers’ theatrics. Standing from her seat with a grumpy “Harrumph!”, Zelda Martin grabbed her clutch purse and headed for the door.
“They can forget about their money,” she grumbled, pushing her way through the crowd in the direction of the theater entrance. “They can forget about their show.”
“Did you forget about me, Zelda?”
Zelda froze at the sound of a deep, soft voice; and at the touch of a strong but gentle hand that fixed itself on hers.
She raised her gaze to behold an angelic vision in white; indeed, Noel likened an angel in a dancer’s costume of sheer ivory satin, his hair flowing in golden waves down his smooth, planed back.
He held his hand out to her, his azure eyes alight with a sheen of hot, tender seduction.
“I’d like to invite you to a private performance,” he purred, leading her to a mysterious doorway at the side of the theater. “And this time, the dance will be just for you.”
****
Moments later Zelda found herself on the better side of heaven.
Seated in a straight back chair of lush gold brocade, she watched as the beautiful Noel danced only for her; his flawless body in dangerous proximity as he moved and swayed before her.
“What manner of dance is this?” She whispered, watching transfixed as he gyrated his hips; thrusting forward in a manner that suggested the motions of intercourse.
“It is a private, intimate dance,” he purred, his chest muscles flexing beneath the surface of sleek white satin, “one intended for you eyes only.”
With this he fixed his sturdy hands at the collar of his costume, pulling the satin fabric downward in slow, sedulous movements. Soon he’d peeled away the whole of his lush, slick covering, revealing a hard golden chest and an impressive set of sculpted ab muscles.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed.
“I’m yours for the taking,” Noel crooked his finger in a seductive manner. “Touch me, Zelda.”
Eager to oblige, Zelda ran a lustful hand down the surface of his firm, bronzed chest; ogling and caressing him as he continued to writhe and slither outright for her pleasure.
With tickling fingertips she canvassed his abs with light, teasing touches; moments later, though, she laid a more firm and resolute grasp on the cock that protruded semi aroused through the threads of his ivory hued tights.
“I’d quite like to join the dance,” she growled, searing him with a wolfish grin.
“Your wish is my command.” Noel smiled, sinking to his knees before her.
For a moment the couple locked gazes, Noel reaching forward to stroke the strands of Zelda’s soft raven hair.
Then he leaned forward to seize her lips in a hard, impassioned kiss.
Zelda sighed her contentment as his soft, full mouth devoured hers, his tongue sliding inward to engage her in a French delight of a kiss.
The sigh became a moan as he pulled away; only to sink between her parted legs, granting her another kiss that was far more intimate.
“May I pleasure you, my lady?”
Leaning down to kiss her feet, Noel kissed his way up Zelda’s slender legs as he massaged her slender thighs.
“You may.” Throwing her head back, Zelda parted her knees and moaned outright; thrilled by the presence of a long, wet tongue on the surface of her feminine folds.
These too soon parted to admit his entrance, and Noel growled as he fixed his moist lips around her throbbing clit. Bracing his hands on her trim hips to move her forward on the chair, Noel suckled his lover’s engorged nub; sending shards of unbridled ecstasy surging upward through every fiber of her being. Her nipples hardened, her pussy gushed, her heart pounded as his beautiful lips worked magic on her clit; kissing and licking her most intimate area as her entire body responded.
With a last mighty lick he sent her soaring across the bounds of a lush, full-bodied orgasm; one that swept her up in a wave of pleasure that shook her to the core.
She was so lost in pleasure, in fact, that she almost didn’t hear the slamming of the door; and the distant screech of a vampire banshee.
“Noel!” Storming into the room with balled fists and a furious glare, Bethelyn Castor pointed an accusing finger at a quiet, cowering Noel. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Settling the skirts of her golden gown and rising from her chair, Zelda stood to welcome their surly hostess; one who visited the room in the beautiful company of Callum, a dark-haired, ivory-skinned star of the Ballet Noir dance troupe.
Zelda watched with amused eyes as Noel glared at Callum; himself rising from the floor to stand tall and proud in the presence of his rival.
“You told her of my plan to seduce Zelda.” His voice dripped with anger as he addressed the smug, smiling Callum. “You saw this as your opportunity to steal Bethelyn’s affections.”
“Your plan was to have sex with another woman, in the house of our mistress,” Callum folded his arms before him. “I felt that Bethelyn deserved to know.”
“Indeed I did.” Bethelyn’s gaze softened as she addressed a skittish, blushing Noel. “I thought you loved me Noel.”
Running to the side of his mistress, Noel sank down in front of Bethelyn and took her hands in his.
“I do!” He fixed her with an imploring gaze. “And that is why I wished to distract Zelda, to take her attentions away from Ian and save our production.”
Arching a sardonic eyebrow at this assertion, Zelda crossed the room in three smooth strides; finally coming face to face with the incensed Bethelyn.
“You should be thanking the man.” Zelda reached downward to stroke the strands of Noel’s long golden hair. “He did indeed just secure the funding for your production.”
Bethelyn was unamused.
“Zelda, I’d greatly prefer that you take leave of my theater.” She waved the smug seamstress in the direction of the door. “And please, do not return.”
Zelda gaped.
“Very well then, Bethelyn.” Her skirts swished in a dramatic flourish as she abandoned the scene. “I wish you much good fortune in funding the ballet.” She paused, pursing her lips. “Though I do believe that the excessive publicity may very well help your cause.”
“Publicity?” Bethelyn blanched, voice barely above a whisper.
“Why yes,” Zelda purred over her shoulder. “Just imagine everyone’s surprise when they read in the newspapers that their beloved arts venue, the Theater Satine, is actually a den of vampires.”
Elsewhere at Theater Satine, a contented couple lay with their naked bodies entwined on a settee of crinkled lavender silk; blissfully unaware of the incredible drama that permeated its halls.
To them the entire world revolved around Ian and Moira; their arms and legs wrapped in a timeless cocoon as their lips merged.