She awoke with a scream, sweat pouring down her face, gasping for air. It was that dream again, the one she could never remember; only feel. She looked around her darkened room, at all the familiar things on her dresser, the bedside table with the clock glowing 2:37am. She sighed, told herself to calm down, and slid out of bed for some non-sweaty pajamas. Rats, she thought, all I have left is the slinky stuff. She settled for sleeping naked; it's not like I have any roommates at all, she thought bitterly. She climbed back into bed, closed her eyes, and immediately fell back to sleep…
When she opened her eyes again, the room was darker, and there was no comforting glow from the window or the bedside clock. She was startled to notice that she was standing up, in a room that was not her own. Black velvet draped the walls, and black carpet swallowed the floor. Ivory candles in black steel elaborate candelabra stood in the four corners of the large chamber, dimly illuminating the large, four poster bed set in the center of the wall directly in front of her.
The bed was draped in black silk, pillows strewn about the head of it. Frightened, she looked around quickly, looking for a door, or any other means of escape, but she met only silencing black velvet draperies covering stonewalls. A crackling noise behind her made her jump; a fireplace lit up, the flames dancing darkly in the large opening. The warmth of the fire oddly calmed her fears a bit, and then she realized she was still naked. Fresh fear raced through her veins; why was she here, and where was here?
"You are here, my dear, at my bidding," came a cool, low voice from the direction of the bed.
She screamed and jumped, her hands automatically covering her full breasts and pubic area. Her red hair flew about her shoulders, her blue eyes wide with panic. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a pale young man, with smooth black hair and deep blue eyes. He was shirtless, clad only in a pair of black silk pants. His chest hair glinted in the firelight, and his face was handsome; dark eyebrows over thickly lashed eyes, straight nose, thick, sensual lips, now drawn in a comforting, yet dangerous, smile.
He stood up, tall, lean, and moved over to her. She backed away, until the heat from the fireplace became unbearable. He held out an arm, which held a red silk robe. "Permit me to cover you," he said in his low musical voice. In her confusion, she allowed him to; absently noting it was the only other color in the entire room. She looked at him; her eyes bewildered, and asked, " Why have you brought me here? Where are we? Why me?"
At that, he merely chuckled, and said, " This place, it is mine, and I bring it wherever I go. As to the rest of your questions, let me assure you that no harm will come to you, my love." He looked at her, his dark blue eyes piercing into her, and her fears melted. She felt a sweet languor flow through her body, and she looked at him calmly. He smiled, and moved nearer, until there was no space between them. He took her face in his warm, strong hands, leaned closer and closer, until their lips gently touched.
She breathed in his breath, and leaned into his body, feeling the heat radiating from him. His tongue flicked out, lightly circling her lips, enticing her to open her mouth, touch him with her tongue. He slid his tongue in between her parted lips, tasting her lightly at first, then deeper, more possessively. She moaned in her throat, and held onto his neck, feeling weak in her knees, and hot between her legs. He slid one hand down her neck and back, holding her tight against him. She could feel his need, hard against her hips, and it made her feel even hotter. She began to kiss him back, one hand against his neck, the other slipping between them, feeling his smooth skin. He was hot, like an iron, heat radiating from every inch of him.
She felt like she was on fire, from his kiss, from his body, from what she was feeling. The robe he had put on her was now sliding down her shoulders, her full breasts pressing against him. He kissed his way down her cheek, grazing her ear with his soft lips, licking and nibbling his way down her throat. Again she moaned, and he answered with one of his own, deep and growling in his throat, a sound that was vaguely menacing and exciting all at once. He reached the soft skin where the shoulder and neck meet, and grazed his teeth gently over the sensitive skin. She shuddered, and would have fallen had he not gathered her completely in his arms.
She leaned her head to one side, to give him better access to this erogenous zone. He bit harder, licking and sucking gently, then started to swirl his tongue lower, tasting her skin at her throat. She leaned back in his arms, baring her chest to him. He licked his way down the swell of her right breast, slowly circling, until his lips found the hard nipple at the center. She gasped as he flicked it with his tongue, and then nibbled it with his teeth. The combination of hard and soft made her whimper, and he mercilessly flayed the hard little nipple, alternating between lips, tongue and teeth. He licked his way over to the untouched breast, and commenced the same treatment to it. She melted, her inner thighs damp with her desire.
He lifted her in his arms, his lips leaving her breasts and covering her mouth in a blistering kiss. The robe slid to the floor, and she was laid down on the bed, naked, her pale skin gleaming against the slippery black silk. She looked at him with desire-heavy eyes, wondering what he would next do, and wishing it would never end. He smiled a seductive smile, showing glittering white teeth, and said in a silky voice, "It need never end, my love. I will come for you every night, and make you mine forever." She felt a slight fear at that, but then he stretched out next to her, covering her mouth with his, stroking her throat, then chest, with his hands.
