Temptation Waits

His presence was apparent even before she saw him. Eve turned, her dark eyes meeting his blue-green ones. Damn, this place is starting to look promising, she thought with a smirk. Within a second, he was standing behind her. A cool hand pressed against the warm, exposed flesh of her thigh. "Would you like to dance?"

She found it rather difficult to articulate the words of her reply, so she simply nodded. He moved with her into the sea of grinding bodies under the ever-changing lights. She faced him, settling her hands on his broad shoulders. He pulled her close, relishing in the warmth of her body beneath the black slip dress she wore. Eve was clay in his hands as they moved together with the slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her heavy-lidded eyes gazed up at him. Sliding one strong hand under her thigh, he smiled and drew her leg up to wrap around his hip. His arousal was very evident to her now as it pressed into her through the layers of material. Her low groan was only audible to him. His mouth descended upon hers aggressively. Her entire being responded to his demanding mouth, allowing him entrance. It seeas tas though he knew exactly how she needed to be kissed. She felt herself growing dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Releasing his hold over her mouth, he buried his face in her neck. He gently bit her neck; she purred, feeling herself grow wet. "Let's go somewhere more… private."

Before Eve knew it, she was being laid back upon velvet-covered cushions. Vaguely, she recognized the dimly lit room as one of the club's private rooms, usually rented for what she was anticipating. He slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders, moving his hand beneath the loosened crepe to caress the warm, pale flesh. Eve moaned softly at his theved ved so he could remove the gown from her body.

"Give yourself to me, Eve," he said, looking deeply into her brown eyes.

For about a fourth of a second, the question rang in Eve's mind: How does he know my name?

His mouth closed over one rose-colored peak, laving it with his rough tongue. He bit down upon it ever so slightly, causing Eve to suck in a sharp breath. His sharpened canines broke the sensitive flesh. A trickle of her warm, sweet blood touched his tongue. Eve was too far-gone to really notice that she bled and probably didn't care. He pulled away from her, smiling smugly. Swiftly, he was upon her other breast, repeatine sae same treatment to it. Feeling herself grow even wetter than she had on the dance floor, Eve groaned. He began to move down her body, nipping at random bits of skin.

In the warm glow from the candles scattered about the room, Eve's ivory skin glowed warm. With heavy eyes, she watched him disrobhe whinehined in protestation at the loss of contact. "Patience, my love." Almost as soon as he had left her, he returned. My God, he's beautiful, Eve thought, watching him move down between her thighs. He pressed his lips to her inner thigh, teasing the soft flesh with his teeth. Her warm, heady arousal beckoned to him. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did.

Enough, he thought and quickly slid up the length of her body. Her breathing was slow and deep now. Her eyes now resembling obsidian, questioned why he hadn't gone further. Without a vocal reply, he pulled her hips close to his, teasing her entrance with his tip. Eve tried her best to bring him er, er, but it was no use. With one quick thrust, he was enveloped in her warmth. Unaccustomed to his length, her inner walls stretched with momentary discomfort. Her hands explored the cool, smooth flesh of his back. It seemed as though he went deeper with each plunge. His mouth captured hers savagely. Eve felt her senses overloading. She closed hers ins in response to the growing sensation in her lower abdomen. Her body replied with as much fervor as his. God, it felt good.

Seizing both of her arms, he placed them above her head. She looked up into his stunning, blue-grey eyes. The fire there might have startled her if she were not in her current state. This night, she would be his.

To her dismay, he slowed his pace. Bowing his head to her throat, he drew his tongue along the pulsing vein. His pace quickened as his fangs lengthened. Just as her orgasm peaked, he sank his sharp teeth into the awaiting flesh. Eve cried out, feeling the most intense pleasure she had ever known. A warm redness washed over her eyes, blinding her momentarily. It didn't register that he was draining her of blood.

He pulled himself away from the generous vein, licking his lips. She looked paler than before, her lips turning a dly bly blue. Shortly after, her eyes fluttered open and she drew in a breath. She smiled, showing her elongated canines, "That was nice."