The office is so quiet, part of the reason he's here on Sunday evening. It is a pleasant change from the normal hustle and he needs a head start on his work for Monday. He runs his hand through his dark hair and settles back into his work, unaware of her standing in the doorway.
She walks silently into the room, watching him work, he can feel her presence now. He catches the reflection in his monitor, the faint outline of her face and her eyes shining. His heart paces up a few beats. even reflected her eyes mesmerize him.
She smiles knowing he sees her, that wicked smile so familiar to him. Her pink tongue slips from between her lips and glides across her sharp fangs. She reaches up and unhooks the clasp at her neck, letting the cloak slide down her body. The whisper of satin across her bare skin is thunderous in the silence.
He wants to turn and look at her, but knows he cannot move without her wanting him to. Her naked shoulders and the rise of her breasts tease him on his computer screen. She steps close and he feels her heat on his back, though she hasn't touched him , yet. She traces her fingernails up his neck, then runs her fingers through his hair. He tilts his head back as shivers course through his body. She leans down and presses her lips to his neck, a moan escapes him. She licks his neck, she can feel his pulse racing just under his skin. His hands brace on the arms of his chair as her warm tongue teases him.
Her hand slides from his neck, down his chest, her nails scratching him through the material. She grabs the hem, pulls it up roughly, and takes his shirt off forcefully. She then drops it to the floor by his chair and presses her breasts to his bare back as she traces his ear with her tongue. Her nipples hard, poking his back, her exquisite heat seems to scorch him. Her scent surrounds him, engulfing him in her natural perfume, intoxicating him.
She steps away suddenly, he moans from her absence. She steps around his chair and stands in front of him, her naked form just out of reach. He worships her with his eyes, drinking in every curve, completely mesmerized by her. Her black hair cascades down her pale milky shoulders like silk, her full breasts slightly rising and falling with her breaths. The curve of her hips entices him, he longs to touch her, to serve her, but its her eyes that capture him every time.
She leans close, her breath hot on his lips, her hair falling over his chest. He doesn't dare breathe, praying she hasn't come to him in a dream. Her tongue traces his lips, before she kisses him deeply, claiming his mouth with hers. She pinches his nipples, rolling them in her fingers, as her tongue entwines with his. Her mouth leaves a burning trail to his neck, she kisses tenderly then nips at his skin. He moans at her sensual touch, her bites teasing his throbbing neck.