Salvation - an erotic vampire romance (3 page)

Elizabeth
continued to look on at the lovers. She wanted to reach out and touch them. See whether their skin was as soft as it looked.
The vampire continued to caress her closed labia, pulling on her hair,
spreading the dew of her arousal. His index finger pushed lightly between her lips. She could feel him on her damp skin, slowly following the pattern of her labia until he found her clitoris.

“A
re they vampires?” she wondered.
“No. They are slaves. Like you…” he breathed. He applied more pressure to her clitoris, stoking her lust, her passion, her longing, while before them the lovers continued to sway rhythmically, tenderly, passionately.

There was nothing unspoilt here.
Nothing bad. Just lovers giving each other pleasure. No time, no rush, only flowing movements, new sounds, new whispers, when skin met skin.
His fingers were beginning to move faster, harder…
Waves, they were moving like waves, light-footed and yet forces of nature. Slowly, but constantly. Beautifully.

This was magic
.
His fingers took her somewhere she’d never been before and she burst. Her eyes closed, her soul was released. This is what heaven was.
Ecstasy, rich and full, coursed through her veins. Love, clear and pure, in her heart. She had everything, everything inside her. So much. So wonderful.
Then it was all over and she came crashing back to reality.

~

Part 3

Alexander
His body shook against hers, the shuddering of her body was so strong as he took her to her climax. The sounds that were coming from her were animalistic. He embraced her tightly, his fingers firmly pressed on her clitoris until the contractions subsided.
She shuddered one last time before her head fell back down to the bed.

Alexander stared at
the way her throat was pulsing.
Hunger merged with lust inside him as he looked at the racing, fluttering pulse on her neck. Hunger made his gut contract, but he wouldn’t give in to the desire to sink his teeth into her white, slim neck. Not yet.

Elizabeth
was still shaking slightly, but then she relaxed fully into the mattress. She opened her eyes blinking.
He sat up to be able to see her face better, and she pulled back, turned around and lay on her back. Her blue eyes looked up at him. Sometimes, when Alexander had the time, he would think about what beauty was. He had slept with more women than any other person. That was the truth. Just a fact.
He had seen more beautiful women than a human and didn’t yet know what made something beautiful. But now, in this moment, as he looked into Elizabeth’s face, it was clear to him that she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen.
He could still remember what she looked like when he discovered her. She had cracked, dry lips, sunken cheeks, straw-like, straggly hair, and a gaunt body that made her look older than she really was. But now, after his first bite, she was full and soft and warm and beautiful. Her eyes were a smoky blue. The colour pulsed and changed constantly. Now they were dark and full of passion. Her lips were red and soft like a rose petal, her cheeks full with a rosy gleam.
She opened her eyes wide and stared up at him in astonishment.
Only now had she understood what had just happened, and was probably thinking of escape again. But he had explained to her why she couldn’t. Of course, it had been a lie. She could leave his house completely undisturbed and simply disappear. That’s why he held her closely and gave her a dangerous look of admonishment. When she had escaped yesterday, she had only gone mad, half-maniacal until she couldn’t think clearly anymore because he had cast a spell on her. She was no longer able to understand her actions, plan her future, because he had linked her to black magic. She had stood in the middle of the street and admired her dress. Had let it swing like a madwoman while she slowly lost her mind.

But that wouldn’t work again. Even the first time,
she’d already nearly managed to escape. She had managed to get to the docks. His spell had forbidden her to leave the cellar, and yet she’d still conquered it. Something wasn’t quite right with little Lizzie. Something about her was different. That was probably why he had to kill her.
Slowly, he lowered his head towards her face. Everything inside him screamed “mine.” Yes, she belonged to him, for one night. Perhaps even two. 
He looked into her eyes. They were still darkening. Perhaps it would even be three nights. His lips touched her cheek. He kissed her firmly, until his razor sharp teeth pressed against his own upper lip. Again, he felt the hunger grow inside him. But he couldn’t bite her. Only one more drop of blood from him and from her was needed to transform her. If he bit her while seducing her, maybe she would bite him too in the midst of her passion or scratch his back and draw blood. The risk was too high. 
His lips slowly slid down to the corner of her mouth. He kissed it tenderly. Next to them on the bed, the lovers were still swaying in their intoxicated lust. They would not age until the day they died. Life-long youth, but not a life for one day more than God intended.
Just like Elizabeth. Except that his little Lizzie would only live another three days at the most. His lips touched hers, fully now. He placed them like a butterfly wing on her mouth. Perhaps he would let her live another four days. She tasted so good. Like a good wine. He had to taste her more. His mouth opened, his tongue flit over her lips. The scent of her lust filled his lungs. His hand was still on her vulva. He moved it slowly.
Elizabeth gasped on his lips. He took advantage of her open mouth to plunge his tongue inside. She tasted so good. So fine. So full-bodied.
Her hands were on his shoulders. He could feel the light pressure of her fingernails that was constantly increasing.
Suddenly he lifted his head as he realised that she was pushing him away.
“Please don’t,” she murmured against his lips.
Alexander wrinkled his brow. Why didn’t she want to? He had done everything he needed to. He had made her believe he wasn’t dangerous, he was her protector. He had made sure to turn up at the right moment to save her from the man at the docks. He had shown her that there was nothing bad about sex, that it was natural and wonderful. It wasn’t a sin. And yet, she still resisted him. 
He frowned. Who did she think she was? She was just a street slut, a dirty London urchin. One out of hundreds. She was just a small, insignificant pickpocket.

He held her tighter. He had tried to do it the nice way. He wouldn’t be so stupid this time.
She had run away, tried to sell herself to the sailors for a few pennies like a whore, she had stabbed him with a knife! He had every right to take his revenge.
Anger boiled over in him, just as hot as his arousal. Lust and aggression mixed inside him. He realised the blood was flowing through his veins faster. He wanted her. He wanted her under him. If she resisted, he didn’t care. Her screams would be full of pain, but he no longer cared. No more tender, patient kisses. No more affection. Now it was his turn.  
He grabbed her wrists and pressed her roughly into the mattress.
“No,” she said again.
“Oh yes,” he whispered. His fingers clawed still harder into her wrists so that it was clear to her that the game had changed.

“Out!” he growled at his slaves. Not three seconds later, he and Elizabeth were alone. He lowered his head again, this time his lips touched her ear.
As he raised his head, he could see her confused expression. She didn’t understand yet, but she would. Her hands were balled into fists on each side of her head. But then she did something unexpected. She spread her legs.
She was inviting him in. Inviting him to fuck her.
Stupid girl. It was too late to cooperate. Now he would take what he wanted.
Her fists sunk deep into the pillow as he braced himself on top of her. He lifted his chest and let his pelvis sink between her naively opened legs.
“Yes,” she gasped as her she wrapped her legs around his hips.
Too late for that. Now he was going to fuck her mercilessly. However he wanted to. Too bad for her and her feelings.
He looked into her eyes and saw the pale, smoky, shrouded blue. So beautiful. So bright. Soon her brightness would be broken.
He pulled her hands up high, far above her head, so that he could grab her wrists with one hand. Then he let his free hand run over her face, down her neck, down to her clavicles, her breasts. Her breasts were full. Like hemispheres rising up to him, the golden-red nipples hadn’t yet relaxed since her orgasm. They were contracted into small, beautiful buttons on her golden, milky skin.
His hand wrapped around the pale flesh of her breast and pressed into it until the taut skin between his fingers bulged, as though it were trying to break out.
Elizabeth gasped in discomfort.
He continued to manhandle her breasts, because he enjoyed it, because he wanted to see the red markings on her skin. Then he took her nipple between his fingers. And pressed. Hard.
She moaned and arched her back. Came up to meet him. Up to meet him as though she were enjoying it.
No, this was his game. There was to be no pleasure in it for her.
He let go of her breasts and scratched with his finger nails down the waves of her ribs, down until he got to her belly button. The tip of his index finger drew circles around it.
“Until there,” he murmured into her ear and lightly bit her earlobe. 
“Yes,” she gasped invitingly.
No! She didn’t understand, even with the fullness of his hardness pressed against her. He wanted her to be afraid, to make her fight him. He lifted his face to look back into her eyes. “My cock will fill you up to here,” again he circled her belly button and drew a line down to her pussy. “This entire length will be filled, until you cry out in pain.”
Her eyes darkened, but not with fear. He could see lust, sharp and hot, gleaming in her eyes. Her firm breasts shook with every sharp intake of breath, her ribs moved under her soft skin. He let his fingers slide upwards. The oval-shaped hole was just as magnificently perfect as the rest of her milky body. His tanned hand looked like a fleck of dirt against hers. The contrast awakened sickness and arousal inside him.

He would ruin her, make her his, and destroy all the beauty and passion inside her until she was nothing more than a broken girl.
He could see the colour of her eyes change again, like a chameleon. The smoke thickened, then shortly after lightened again. Like a foggy London afternoon, when the sun broke through the thick clouds. Her gaze was clear as she breathed out another “Yes!”
Stupid, so stupid. His fingers slid further up, again stroked over her full breasts up to her nipples. He flicked his index finger in succession against the right nipple, then the left one. Elizabeth shuddered and raised her hips up to meet his pelvis. She drew air in between her teeth sharply, a sign of lust and pain. The pain was genuine, but it wasn’t enough for Alexander. It was almost as though she were welcoming the painful arousal. No, real agony and torture was still waiting for her. That he had planned for her. He lowered his head and tasted her right nipple. He touched the tip lightly with his tongue as he encircled his lips around it and began to suck.
His fangs sunk into the sensitive skin of her breast, causing a jolt to surge through her body. He couldn’t taste any blood and didn’t like it, even though he wasn’t supposed to draw any. The longing for her blood, the hunger for it, spurred him on.
Elizabeth’s calves wrapped around his hips even more tightly and pulled him towards her, to her wet, desirous centre. He resisted it, wanted to stretch out the pain that he still wanted to inflict on her. Her genuine submission in this moment fascinated him far more than his thirst for revenge from before.

How had she man
aged to evade his spell? How had she done it? It should have erased any desire to escape in her, but instead she had not only escaped from his cellar, but had even gotten as far as the city outskirts.

His teeth sunk
in still more firmly and he had to force himself to hold back. He couldn’t break skin. Every desire to savour her devotion suddenly vanished. This emotional chaos was making him dizzy.
He lifted his head and worried he might see blood around her nipples, but the only evidence of his anger and frustration were two light impressions. No blood. Again, the regret and relief rose in him in equal measure. He turned to the other nipple and sucked firmly on the sweet button until she cried out.
Elizabeth had also cried when he had picked her up on the street after her escape attempt. She had sobbed in a way that expressed both gratitude and fear. In spite of his spell, of the madness to which he had driven her, she had still been able to recognise him. The last girl he had cursed had forgotten what her name was as soon as she’d tried to open the cellar door. By the end she hadn’t even known how to breathe anymore. This was a curse that could be fatal, yet this small girl in his arms had survived it. Elizabeth clearly knew her own mind as he nuzzled her breasts. She was so strong. In spite of her thin frame and sensitive skin, Alexander marvelled at how this girl was so strong, mentally and spiritually.  
Suddenly he felt her finger nails scratching his scalp as she buried her hands in his hair. When had he let go of her wrists?
She drew his lips closer towards her and trailed one hand through his hair, over his sensitive scalp to his neck. Her fingers delicately stroked his skin before sinking deeply and tenderly into his knotted muscles and massaged them. He indulged in the feeling and was unable to stop himself from letting out a moan. She, too, let out an expression of exultation as she felt the vibrations in her chest. His tongue licked leisurely circles around the sensitive flesh and occasionally flicked over the raised nubs of her nipples. She tasted full-bodied here too, but much finer and more nuanced. He sucked harder, wanted more from this wonderful taste, from this wonderful flesh in his mouth. So much until it filled his entire mouth.   
“Yes,” she moaned and lowered her head back into the pillow while her finger nails sunk into his skin.
Alexander shuddered.
Why wasn’t she resisting it? Why had she stopped? Why was there no more “please, no”? Only a moment ago she had balked, why the sudden change?
He lifted his head and looked into her smoky eyes. He could see lust, longing and passion in them. No reluctance, no desire to escape, no fear, no resistance.
He didn’t understand. The chaos in his head was becoming too much. He needed answers.

“
Why are you no longer resisting?”
Her fingers released his hair and ran down his back, as though she wanted to feel, taste, sense everything at the same time. A soft, small wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows as she frowned slightly.
“Because…” she was breathing heavily in irregular gasps. Her breasts shook with each breath. “…I wanted to be alone with you.”
He looked at her in confusion. Then he realised that she had only resisted when the slaves were still in bed with them. He laughed and kissed her rosy mouth. Her lips were as soft and smooth as the petals of a rose. The blossoms opened easily and the first meeting of their tongues awakened hot longing in him. Again, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him back down to her.  
Their kisses quickly became more passionate. From the nipping and sucking, from the dabbing and teasing, soon came a whirling of tongues. He plundered her mouth, enjoying her wild reactions.
Her calves slid smoothly over his ass and pulled him close into her, as though she wanted to devour his body. He felt his throbbing, aching cock pulsing against the soft hair on her labia.
His hands cupped her face as he lightly released himself from her mouth to look into her eyes, still hazy with lust. Her open, loving gaze touched him as she licked his lower lip with her nimble tongue. 
“I’m going to save you,” she gasped. Her finger slid along his temples to the corner of his mouth. “I’m saving you.”
Naïve girl, he thought and smiled at her pityingly.
Her fingers continued to run through his hair and over his scalp. Her open gaze wasn’t holding anything back. Not the lust, not the craving, not the desire to save his soul, not this love that she felt for him.
Couldn’t she see it? Couldn’t she see that every touch left a dirty mark on her skin? A mark that couldn’t be removed with soap. She must be able to see all the invisible traces that he was leaving on her innocent, pure skin. Then she would understand that he, a vampire, was made of nothing but rubbish and filth to the core. That he didn’t deserve her pure, complete, naïve love. No-one could deserve it. But the girl that he had abducted wanted to redeem him and save his soul with her love.
“Don’t be sad,” she murmured worriedly and tried to free her face from his hands so that she could kiss him. He held her tighter still, looked into her smoky eyes and sucked her love into him like a dry sponge.
“Everything’s going to be fine.”
Alexander closed his eyes. He could let her go. Simply release her and let her go. But even if he did that, she would stay, to save his soul. Stupid girl. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t. Only the sex that she had been so fearful of would show her that she had to flee. That he didn’t have one good bone in his body and would only hurt her. Only when he had extinguished all the love in her would she understand. Only then would she see the dark marks that spoiled her pure skin.
Her smile was open and sorrowful, endlessly sorrowful when he opened his eyes again and released his fingers from her face. His thumb stroked over her lower lip. His other hand slid over skin, lower and lower. He stopped at her pulse and paused for a moment to feel the fast vibrations, the excitement, before his hand continued further downwards along its path. He lightly brushed over her clavicles, felt and stroked her nipples softly, followed the waves of her ribs, down to her belly button, and then further down to her pussy. With his index finger, he slipped between her labia as before, felt her silkiness, opened them wider, slipped in a second finger and moved down to her entrance.