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.
They were leaning together intimately, and their eyes met in a moment of silent intensity. Nina was overwhelmed with desire. Tomas stood, left a fifty dollar bill on the table and swept her from her seat and out of the bar. They said nothing on the elevator ride to the room; he just held her close against him as they breathed each other's intoxicating scent. Unable to resist any longer, he buried his hands in her hair as their mouths met, his cool and seeking, hers warmer and receiving, lips and tongues at play. Her heartbeat quickened, and she felt desire throbbing through her body.
The elevator chimed as they stopped on their floor, and the doors slid open as they reluctantly withdrew from each other, but only for as long as it took to get inside the room. Tomas removed his jacket and Nina's wrap, and then drew her back against him, kissing her deeply. She unbuttoned and removed his shirt, making him stop kissing her for just a moment so she could pull his tee shirt over his head, and then he murmured, “Let's go over to the table.” She wondered about that, but as she accompanied him over to the carved wooden table, she noticed that it faced a mirror. He turned her to face the mirror, so she could watch herself being taken.
Tomas stepped behind her as she stood in front of the table, looking into the mirror. His shirtless torso rippled with muscle as he reached up and slipped the dress off of her creamy white shoulders, rolling it down over her body until it fell to the floor. He admired the sexy bra and panties, then kissed her neck gently as he unfastened the clasp of the lacy bra, freeing her lush breasts. He slipped the lingerie off as well, and she stood in front of him, her skin glowing luminous in the lamplight from the nearby desk.
He kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear as he slid his hands around her full breasts, squeezing them and rolling the nipples between his fingers, making them stiffen in reaction. Nina moaned softly and leaned back against Tomas as she gave in to the pleasure; she reached behind herself with one hand and sought out his erect member, stroking it through the fabric of his pants as he gripped her breasts. She was growing very moist and couldn't wait to have him inside her. Tomas worked his hand down to the patch of trimmed hair below her waist and started rubbing his fingers against her moistened clitoris. She started breathing more quickly and moaned a bit more. His fingers rubbed quickly and lightly, just the way Nina rubbed when she was satisfying herself; he knew exactly what he was doing.
She started moaning louder and more breathlessly until she was rocked by a powerful orgasm. Tomas waited for her trembling to subside a bit, and then he lifted her as though she weighed no more than a breath of air, setting her on her hands and knees on the table in front of him. She was still recovering from her orgasm, and she crouched there for a moment, head hanging down, her dark hair pooling on the desk surface. Tomas stepped back to unfasten his belt and take his pants down. She raised her head back up when she felt him step up behind her, his stiffness against her, and she looked into his eyes as he pushed slowly inside her, making her gasp with the sensation.
He dealt her a few more slow, deep thrusts, and then he started to speed up, and soon her gasps turned to moans as he started pushing harder and faster, ramming into her mercilessly. Sweat glazed her body and plastered her hair against her neck and forehead. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she took him deep inside her, dripping with ecstasy. Tomas started to breathe raggedly himself, and his head bowed down as he continued to thrust forcefully.
He raised his head again, and she looked at his face, wanting to lock eyes with him while he came, but his face looked different, like a hardened snarl; she could swear his eyes were glowing red, was it a trick of the light? And his mouth, it looked like he had fangs!
It was true, no hallucination, no trick of memory; she was seeing it happening, saw his head descend back down to the side of her neck, fangs flashing momentarily in the lamplight, and then she was feeling him bite into her flesh, saw the blood running down her neck, and it felt so good; she screamed even louder as she climaxed again, and Tomas kept thrusting tirelessly as his own guttural bellow marked his powerful orgasm, and he drank…
After he took some blood from her, he pulled back before drinking too much. She wanted to collapse into a happy puddle after her incredible orgasms, but he supported her so that she could continue to stand and look into the mirror. His face was still contorted, but remained strangely handsome. He reached his own wrist up to his mouth and nipped himself with his fangs, opening the skin to allow a few drops of blood to emerge, and she watched as he applied his own blood to the bite wound on her neck. He continued to hold his wrist up so that she could see the bite wounds on both his wrist and her neck healing up. “That is why there were no marks on you, my love,” he purred in her ear, face changing back to the well, chiseled features that enthralled her, “And now we rest a bit.”
He took her to the bed, where they lay in a tangle. She rested her head on his chest and he stroked her sweat, dampened hair. The respite was for her; she noticed his manhood was still erect and ready for action, but he was taking good care of her. After some moments, she felt her strength returning, and she raised her head and started kissing him deeply as she took him in her hand and began to stroke him. He moaned softly in pleasure at her touch, and she rose and straddled him. As she felt him penetrate her deeply and fully, she smiled in pleasure, knowing that she would ever keep the secret of her dark lover, and that all the nights would be his.