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A Dangerous Game

byclaudiarose1©

She looked into his eyes, losing herself in the deep chocolate. She knew it was a dangerous game she was playing but she had thrown caution to the wind for her night of lust.

He had been following her for a while. She had felt his presence near for the last 3 weeks slowly getting closer to her until this night of nights when he finally got his prey. She let herself fall into his strong arms, noticing how unhumanly strong they were and her mind started reminding her just how dangerous this was but again her lust over took the common sense.

He held her in one arm whilst unbuttoning her coat with his free hand. She could feel him holding back, trying to be gentle with her. The smell of his cologne was doing things to her that she had never experienced before. Usually it was her scent that was alluring but this was just something else.

She felt herself being lowered to the daybed, slowly almost meaningful. Suddenly all the gentleness was gone and the passion took over. She clawed at his hair as he buried his face into her neck, she was already on the edge and she was still fully clothed, what was this beast doing to her. Her blouse gave way with a tear of silk and he pawed at her breasts. He brought his mouth to hers like he was trying to suck the very life from her lungs. She had never tasted passion and fire like this. He broke the kiss and moved down her neck savouring every mouthful as he went. Once he got to her heaving gleaming bosom he removed the binding that kept him away from his prize and lowered his mouth to her nipple. Moving skilfully yet ferociously he brought her to the edge time and again, moving from one side to the other until he knew she could take no more. He stopped and let her look him deep in the eye until she realised she was now naked, she hadn't even felt him remove her skirt and undergarments. She could see he was as excited as she was and noticed that he had loosened his trousers just enough to be able to free himself so she could see the excitement as he throbbed for wanting her.

He eased himself in between her thighs and ran his fingers up her legs, covering her in goose pimples. Pushing her back on the bed he put a pillow under her rear, as if to heighten her body for his admiration, suddenly she became almost coy when she realised what he was proposing to do. This was something no man had ever done for her and she was brought up to believe men were the ones to please and women were not to enjoy it but this was for her only. She felt his hot breath on her rose, then his tongue moving aside the petals to get to her bud. Her breath almost stopped when he found what he sought , never had she felt so alive as she did now. This man, this beast that was ravaging her was obviously experienced in doing this as she felt heaven and earth were going to collide any second and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She was enjoying this far too much. Suddenly a warmth grew over her, her legs trembled an her head filled with light as he brought he for the first time. As he looked up at her, she could see his gleaming face, dripping with a liquid she could only assume she had produced. He lent up and kissed her and she could taste the sweet, honey that her rose had produced. With her tasting her own honey he could take it no more and lowered his body onto her. She felt him sheath himself in her, slowly at first to make room, but then harder, almost as if he was trying to get his whole body inside her, she felt the warmth coming again and wrapped herself around him. Burying her face into his neck. She heard him making the guttural noises of a man in pleasure. She could almost feel his release. Now is the time she thought. She found his pulse and bit down, swallowing the juices that flowed as he had earlier. She felt him fight against her but still held on. She could feel the light slipping out of him as it filled her up.

Replacing her clothes as she stepped over his body, lying wasted on the floor, she saw his wallet. This would be her trophy to take back to the sisters. Along with the vial she had filled of his blood. Finally they could rejoice. Van Helsing was dead!

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