I vowed to myself that I would never love him, that our marriage had not existed. You can't marry someone who didn't exist. But he repeatedly told me that he owned me and that I belonged to him. He kept other women. One in particular that he called his true mate. He said he belonged with her. That he would have killed me if it were not for me carrying his child. He want her like he wanted no other, but he was stuck with me. It was at one of his Army vamp parties that I saw him with her. She was beautiful. Everything I wish I could be. Everything that I once was when I was younger and not abused by Jay, I saw in her. I stole away from the party onto a small balcony to console myself in tears. I was lost in my own sorrow filled world when I heard something behind me and felt a hand reach out and touch me on my shoulder. As I whirled around to confront whom ever was there I lost all connection to the world.
I had always imagined that the things that went bump in the night would be hideous, and Jay only proved that theory a fact with his hurtful and malicious ways. But this person, this beautiful vamp in front of me shown with kindness in his eyes. He had beautiful hazel eyes that radiated concern for something. I looked around to see what he would be worried about, and noticed that he was looking at me.
"Are you okay? He asks me as he places a hand on my shoulder and that is when it happened.
With that simply touch; lightening awaked ever sense in my body. I could see myself as if in a haze. I saw myself with this vamp. I could feel his lips on mine as he presses his body against me. I lean into him and run my hands up his chest. He had to stand at least 6 foot if not taller and I only stood at 5 foot 1 on a good day. I pressed my breast against him and wished maddeningly that I didn't have the barrier of clothing in-between us. I could feel the press of his hard erection against my belly. I slid my hand downward to press it against the bulge growing in his pants. I feel myself grow wet with anticipation of having him buried deep within my aching pussy. Pulling my lips from his I drawn in a ragged breathe. He then lowers me to the floor of the balcony, sliding my dress over my body. Exposing my swollen belly and ample breast for his eyes to feast on. I can almost hear him whisper, beautiful as his starts to kiss me against me neck. I tense with fear, but I hear a voice in my head, "Do not fear my Angel. I will not harm you. I love you" And I surrender to the feel of his mouth sliding against my nipple, harden by the nipping of his teeth. He explores even further down my body. Sliding my soaking wet panties off, I can smell my arousal float into the air. The world seems to be shut off everywhere else. The only thing I can concentrate on is the feel of his fingers as he playfully slides them up and down my slit. Squirming I want so badly to feel him penetrate me. It has been so long since I have had any pleasure. I hear his chuckle as he slides a single finger into my all ready wet channel. A small gasp escapes me mouth as I start to feel him move his finger in and out of me.
I feel as if I am about to explode after only a few minutes of his finger inching his way out of my pussy and then slamming it back in as far as he can reach. I could swear that no other feeling could be better than this. That is until I feel the dampness of his mouth above my clit. I start to squirm even harder as I feel myself move closer and closer to my destination. And then he stops. I am suspended in the middle of heaven and hell. And in that void of feeling I want to cry. But as I start to whimper and tears start to slip past me tightly shut eyes; his mouth comes down on my clit. I scream as ecstasy takes me while he sucks hungrily at my clit and slams his fingers over and over into my pussy.
Then I hear a low hiss, "Horton, get your hand off her. She is mine." And I snap back to the face in front of me. He stares at me with confusion and desire etched of every single plane of his face. I look down to see that I a fully clothed. And Jay is standing at the doorway of the balcony, drunk as any person or vamp could be. It was just a vision or a daydream. It wasn't real. But why could I feel his fingers and tongue still working on me if it wasn't real. Why did this vamp, Horton, Jay had called him, looked puzzled and ready to protect me from Jay?
Then I remember when I had ready back when Jay had first told me of his little true mate. He had brushed up against her by accident and he said lightening wouldn't compare to the feelings he automatically felt for her. He just knew. Oh My God. I can't have a soul mate... I am married. But I stand there and watch Jay and Horton stand off about me. I realize. I hope Horton wins.
