She startled out of her sleep with a jump, wondering what had caused her to wake. Clutching her sheet to her chest, the young woman looked around. Booming thunder caused her to jump, a scream caught in her throat. She laughed and fell back against her pillows, the sheet pulling down to expose the thin, silky camisole covering her smooth young flesh. Satisfied that it was just the storm causing her to wake, she shut her eyes and waited for slumber to take her into back into its warm bosom.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing a dark figure lurking in the inky shadows of the night. He watched her wake, frightened at his presence. He saw her look around, heard her frightened laughter. He was amused by her lack of concern. If only she knew what haunted the night. If only she knew what stood, watching her slumber. In her mind he saw the black waves of sleep ebb and flow, enticing her into their warm grasp. He heard her breathing grow long and slow and knew that it was time. Another bolt brightened the dark bedroom as he took a step towards his unknowing prey.
It was almost like a breath. Like a warm breeze blowing gently across her thighs, causing her warm skin to pucker. Moaning sleepily, she instinctively rolled onto her back, still lost in the warm embrace of sleep. She could almost feel the warm caress of her silken flesh. She slowly awoke, groggy and warm, in that state of near sleep. Warm hands on her knees, running up and down from hip to calf and she groaned. It had been so long since she had been touched. Still half dreaming, a sensuous face filled her mind. Black hair so shiny and dark that it almost gleamed blue with streaks of burgundy red the color of a good red wine tied back with a leather tie. He had the strong nose and jaw of an ancient Greek god. Eyes so blue they seemed to glow with fiery need in the darkness. The man was so beautiful it looked as if he was sculpted by a master artisan. She moaned and arched as his lips, which looked so hard but felt like the finest velvet replaced his strong hands on the inside of her ankle.
She tasted like heaven. She felt like heaven. If he weren't damned he would have thought himself in bed with an angel. She had the long shapely legs of a model, legs that any man would die to feel wrapped around him. She smelt of vanilla and spring, with a sweet muskiness that was purely woman and purely sex. His entire body throbbed with the electricity of anticipation. It had been a long, long time since he had wanted a woman this badly. For the most part all of them ran together as faceless, shapeless beings only there to curb his need. It wasn't about desire, it was about survival. But this one was different. This one glowed with an aura of goodness and light. He had to touch her, had to feel her. He rarely felt anything but hunger. This was a different kind of hunger, the kind that pierced the soul that he didn't even know that he had anymore. His fingertips grazed the hem of her panties and he felt her shudder, felt her skin prickle with desire. He traced the line with his tongue, his senses reeling with the scent of her hot pussy pulsing with need. He ached to plunder her sweet body, but knew that he needed to be patient. His fingers moved on, over her hips and under her cami to caress the silken skin of her taunt stomach and waist. He heard her sharp intake of breath and the sound caused need to pierce his groin, already painfully excited.
