Save the Night for Me (3 page)

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.