We walked through the woods surrounded by the smell of earth and pine, the sky filtering through the trees echoing those last stray touches of daylight in purples, pinks, and darker gold. His hand found mine and I knew he had fed; his fingers warm as they slid between my own. He smiled as if to say, "Not too much further, baby," and the comfort of being home slowly rolled over me. The cabin came into view, a hundred feet ahead of us and we walked weaving between the oak and birch as the last rays of the sunlight settled upon the horizon.
He opened the door and I pushed past him quietly into the darkened room. The place rang with silence, disturbed only by the creaking of the floorboards underfoot and I moved to find a light. His hands found my waist and slipped down around me, pushing along my hips and over the small of my stomach.
"No," he whispered in one warm breath against my ear and my heart leapt as I struggled to breathe. He moved against me from behind to a music that only he heard, pressing my body tight to his swaying hips. The warmth of his embrace so utterly overwhelmed me that I hadn't noticed he'd stopped moving when he kissed me. The first wet press of his lips to my neck sent a shudder through me that drew me back into myself, calling me from my midnight fantasies. He pushed me forward, moving me through the dark between furniture and things I couldn’t see, before finally pressing me into the leather sofa.
His hips ground against me, his teeth at my neck, and I whimpered as he growled. His passion flared and I was drowning in him, fast, complete, forcing against his chest with my hands, but he pushed them away easily, sliding them above my head, holding them with one of his own. He moved hungry kisses down my chin, over my neck, stopping to feel the throbbing pulse between his lips.
“You want this, don’t you my girl,” he hissed, not waiting for an answer as he continued to push down my body. He licked at my nipples through the silk shirt, my satin camisole, but my body obeyed stiffening quickly. We both filled the blackened room with the sound of our panting, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans before slipping under my shirt to stroke sharp nails over my abdomen. I cried with fear, with pain as he slit a slow spiral just at the surface, the lines rapidly welling with heated crimson which he proceeded to lick away. He circled his tongue over the twisting pattern, teasing my skin mercilessly. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, praying the sting would dissipate, but it continued as he kissed the pooled blood from my skin, finally quieting me by healing the wound.
“Shh, it’s okay baby...” he said softly and pulled up quickly, forcing me to grab his wrist.
“Don’t go,” I insisted, not wanting him to leave me.
He hushed me once more, promising to return quickly and left me alone in the dark in the center of the lodge. I shut my eyes thinking about the night before when we had been together. We made slow ardent love, both of us exhausted, but never too tired for one another. He lay behind me, positioning me forward before he slid home into the warmth that waited for him like no other. He pulled me close as he drove himself in deeply, but drew from me with deliberateness. He begged me to take it from him, his release, while his fingers slid over the part of me that needed his touch. In moments we came together, the sounds of our lovemaking pushing each other over the edge until we lay there still joined, wrapped in the calm of one another’s embrace. I hadn’t heard him behind me, but the feeling of his finger trailing down my cheek made me jump, dragging me from my reverie.
“What were you just thinking about,” he asked with as smile; you could hear it in his voice. “You were thinking about last night, weren’t you? Mmm, I love falling asleep inside of you.”
I shifted against the sofa feeling the flush creep into my cheeks. I had woken to him still buried inside of me, straining my hips slightly against his length, against that part of him that never seemed to get enough. He pretended to sleep until neither of us could endure it any longer and bracing himself against my hips he thrust against me until we were both fully sated.
“Tonight, my darling,” he spoke breaking the silence, “I want to do something different.”
His hands touched mine and he grabbed me from the sofa into his arms, carrying me up the unlit stairway towards one of the bedrooms. He stepped us across the threshold, then slid me down the length of his body. I pressed my hand over his heart and felt it beating wildly which quickened my own once again. He moved us further into the center of the room and then left my side for mere moments. Once he returned he spoke again trailing the softest piece of velvet across my cheek.
“Tonight, baby girl, I want to spoil your senses,” he whispered moving the velvet down my throat, over my breasts, and sidling it around my waist pulling me into him fiercely. I cried as he kissed me hard enough to bruise, forcing my mouth open with his tongue, drawing blood once more with those razor sharp teeth. I tasted the familiar copper flavor while our tongues met, swirling that essence between them. He drew from my mouth like a man starving, before releasing me gently. I gasped as he moved the velvet back to my face and then tied it securely over my eyes. The thick material fell over my ears as well, suddenly making me feel tiny and helpless against him. His low baritone chuckle sounded distant, even though he was there alongside me. I shivered with anticipation; and then he was gone.
I stood alone in the quiet of the room, blind and somewhat unable to hear, the sound of my beating heart accompanying the darkness. I shivered as sharp nails drew down the length of my arm, but when I reached out he was not there. I felt as if he were close, my named whispered somewhere inside my head, but when I sought to press back against him I was by myself. He whispered again, this time his breath brushing my hair, my name a request upon his lips. I moved forward, my arms stretched out before me, searching for him like a child playing games ... hide and go seek, Marco Polo. My hand brushed down the side of his shirt but before I could grab him fully he had vanished.
“Stand still,” I whispered trying to hear for the thick covering.
