The darkness had found her. in its funereal embrace, and she sat upright on her bed, her knees bent to her chest as she embraced her legs in silent repose. The darkness was of little companionship, the night, merely an empty shadow that stalked her in her solitude.
Sleep had not been easy. Woven with shadows her dreams danced in kaleidoscope shades and chased her across a gray meringue sky until there was no more horizon, only the backdrop of a stage set and she would halt and turn about at the sudden realization; then with a gasp, awaken on a panicking, stuttered breath. Chilled and trembling, she sat balled up, unable to rationalize the nightmares that haunted her.
The blanket she now wore draped around her shoulders had become damp and provided little warmth against the cool embrace of her sleepless night as her eyes slowly searched about the empty room. The tides of darkness had vanquished all light as though the world had vanished within an abyss, and she felt as empty.
Compelled by the secrets beheld low in the shadows, she rose from her bed, naked, and slipped her arms into the satin sleeves of a long dark robe. Soft and sensual, it laid upon her shoulders like lavender on the early evening breeze. She liked the way the robe smoothed against her breasts, the tongue of satin ribbon licked her body, and the way the sensations would harden her nipples as she lifted her arms brushing her long sand blonde hair out from beneath the collar; cinching the robe tightly around her waist, she stepped into the night. .
Goosebumps chased streamers of silver-blue moon- light, casting long sultry shadows before her as she took each cautioned step. Shadowy fingers reaching out at her, teased through her hair as hungry tongues of dark desire licked across her body.
Like a child in a dark closet, she anxiously reached for the light switch that would illuminate the room, vanquishing the demons of the dark as an anxious rush startled her next tempered step, a presence had entered, and she could sense its being, its dominance. His form was only a silhouette against the open window backdrop but she could feel his heat, his power over her, his throbbing erection thrusting deeply into her; she gasped as invisible palms smoothed up her thighs.
Her panic trapped in gaping silence, his touch crackled through her, as she cringed, folding her arms defensively against her breasts. Panic surging through her veins tightened her body as the darkening chill of his body whispered against her. Her breath trembled past her lips as he whispered her name down her neck.
"Breathe soft my lover."
With his appearance came a mysterious whispering breeze that teased through her deliciously long hair, his touch, a whisper as she felt her gown release slightly revealing her cleavage and a suggestion of her ample breasts. Her lips parting to clenched teeth as his fingers took her breast; his middle finger gently teased her nipple through the satin.
Guided by her own desires her hands began to obediently massage her breasts as he pulled her tight against him, his free hand wandering down her accepting, complying body, finding her already wet for him her blushing fine skin glistening in the moonlight
With resistance failing on her breath she felt the heat of his body press tight around her back as his crushing embrace held her a prisoner against his growing arrogance. She clenched the neck of her robe in her trembling fingers as his commanding breath warmed her flesh. "Let go of your inhibitions my princess, I have come as you have asked, for you." his voice unworldly, spoke of dominance and command and in total compliance of his mouth on her neck she tore away her gown, ripping her robe open for him.
Drawn by his dark seduction she gasped as waves of cool evening air stole upon her nudity, laughing over her swelling breasts and whispering down between her thighs, teasing her freshly shaven flesh. She writhed against his touch as betrayal wove its tendril knots around her waist. His voice was a whisper of lavender and it fell over her like a foreboding fog, deep, silent, enshrouding her, capturing her.
"I have scared you," he offered in a voice that seemed to materialize from the darkest shadows. His palms caressing her thighs, and then seductively easing the satin open to her hips. A purl of breath answered his touch.
"Surprised," as she caught his hands in hers. Instinctively guarding against further advancements. Urging his hands away though only to have lost the challenge, her breath sharpened as her robe opened further, his strength gripped her hips, and he pulled her hard against him.
"Ummmm," she purred as she felt his hardness against her trembling, silken flesh. Her hips pulsating against his erection, quietly riding his hot length, she quickly could feel her body melting against him as oils of betrayal lathered his hard shaft. Lubricating him with her quivering lips, she could no longer bear the greedy sensations.
"You are demanding tonight, my Lover,"
"What is your desire tonight my princess?" he whispered before he took her lips with his.
She moaned satisfactorily upon his mouth as she greedily returned his kiss.
"To please, you," she whispered through anxious eyes.
With one arm keeping her body tight against him, he guided his fingers inside her opened robe. Slowly, tortuously, he smoothed his palm against her ribs, then up to take her waiting breast. Her heartbeat quickened, her breath sharpened as he began to massage her breast. His palm teasing her hardened nipple, desire whimpered over her lips as she pressed her body tighter to his. The storm churning within her charged her body as electric sensations sparked through her breast igniting intensities that paralyzed her body against him. In a blur, his freehand had captured her throat, as he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. Squeezing the breath from her she whimpered her reluctance to his aggression, struggling to free herself, her pulse rapidly pounding against his tightening grip his lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue filled her mouth suffocating her to his will: yet he would not relent, not allowing her release, she realized he could take her anyway he chose; her eyes begged he would. She clung to the neck of her nightgown in her trembling fingers as his commanding breath warmed her flesh. "Let go of your inhibitions my princess, I have come as you have asked, for you." his voice unworldly, spoke of dominance and command and in total compliance of his mouth on her neck she tore away her robe, sending it shimmering off her shoulders and gathering at her feet.
