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Him Part Seventeen

My bra disappeared from sight, exposing my aching flesh to the vampire that hovered over me. And then his cool mouth claimed mine with so much ferocity, it took my breath away.

I gasped and then moaned as his fingers found my nipples and teased them in perfect harmony with his tongue. His strong hands massaged them and I arched my back toward him, practically levitating off the bed just feel more of his skin against mine.

He groaned, low and throaty in satisfaction at my involuntary motion as my mind escaped me from the onslaught of sensations around me.

Everything was heightened in his presence, and the feel of him on top of me, with nothing more than his mouth and hands on my skin made me mindless with need.

I whimpered in frustration and then realized I was clawing at his back, silently begging him for more, because my mouth was otherwise occupied.

With Michael, I didn’t need to breathe. I didn’t need anything but to feel his body, skin to skin. And the mere thought of having him inside me did nothing but push me higher off the bed.

I dropped to the soft duvet beneath me and gasped, “Please, Michael,” but I couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a demand.

Even though I didn’t tell him what I wanted — what I needed, it was as if he read my mind. Those stormy blue eyes flashed and a sly grin spread on his lips.

Just seeing him smile like that was almost enough to make me come, but I forced myself to breathe.

He moved to his knees, letting his cool fingertips slide down my stomach in a caress that left my whole body covered in goose bumps.

I shivered as his fingers reached the button on my pants and just to torture me, he took his time opening the button.

Then the sound of the zipper slowly moving down combined with the slight pressure of his hands, inches from the spot that ached for his touch the most, forced me to lift my hips toward him.

He moved so fast, I was surprised my eyes caught the sight of him pulling the last of my clothes away. I bit my lip and waited as he stood there, taking me in.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he breathed.

Without thinking, I sat up, letting my head fall back slightly, elongating my neck as I moved. Then I looked up at him and returned that sly smile.

I was barely aware of what I was doing, and that tiny part of me that was still thinking clearly basked in my boldness. The shyness was gone, and what remained was a confident woman that knew exactly what she wanted.

Him.

Then I reached for the button of his jeans and watched his eyes darken with desire as my fingers moved to release him.

Despite every cell in my body screaming at me to look away from his eyes and down at what waited for me, I wouldn’t do it. It was too empowering in that moment.

I pushed the last of the material to the floor and leaned back, but he caught me before my head reached the bed.

A cry escaped from me as his fingers found my most sensitive spot, but he devoured it with another one of those insatiable kisses.

His fingers continued to move in time with the beating of my heart, and I writhed beneath him, silently begging for more.

At some point, his mouth began making its way from my mouth down my jaw, traveling toward the curve of my neck.

By the time I felt his teeth graze me, I was already lost to the sensation. My breathing increased tenfold as I cried out.

“That’s it,” he breathed, and I felt his cool breath against my ear as his fingers danced faster and faster.

I screamed, arching my back so forcefully that Michael was forced to give me room, but then I felt his teeth again and I lost all sense of myself as I came again, harder than I ever thought possible.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was only just beginning.

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Sixteen

I didn’t come.

But god, how I wanted to.

His kiss was beyond anything I ever imagined and he kept kissing me, driving me higher with that sweet taste.

I whimpered when he leaned back to pull off his shirt and I let my gaze travel over his pale skin. Then I froze. There were raised white scars all over his toned flesh. And it was otherwise so smooth, it would have shimmered against the moonlight.

Without thinking, I reached out and ran my fingers over his skin. I sucked in a breath as my heated fingertips met his cool flesh. He felt even better that I imagined.

“What happened to you?” I breathed before I realized I even wanted to speak.

A small smile spread across Michael’s lips and my eyes flickered up to watch. They were wet and slightly swollen after kissing and for an instant, I forgot what I was thinking. “I’ve lived a long time. These happened before…,” he trailed off.

“Before you became a vampire?”

He nodded, watching me with those stormy blue eyes, assessing my reaction.

I didn’t doubt his words. I knew he wasn’t lying to me. I saw enough that day to know that everything my grandmother ever told me was true.

And the more that I thought about it, the more it made sense that I was a complete virgin.

It was because I never met a vampire before that day. I didn’t need my fortune read by my grandmother and her trusty Tarot deck to know that Michael was the one I was searching for my entire life.

The whole concept of love at first sight was foreign to me, and my mind kept flickering to small denials that it was insane to think I could love so fast. Be captivated so completely.

It was mind blowing.

But the more I thought about it, the more I could feel it in my bones.

Michael was much more than a man. More than a vampire. Even though I never met him before that day, somehow, he felt like he was mine.

The concept of ownership was foreign to me, but yet when I thought the words, they felt right. Completely right.

I didn’t understand it, I couldn’t explain it. But I knew in that moment I would never be the same again.

“You must have lived a very dangerous life before you turned.” I tilted my head to the side, “Is that even the right term for it…?” I trailed off as I caught the glimmer of humor in his eyes.

His smile widened at my reaction and he chuckled. “Something like that.”

My gaze dropped to his mouth again and all the humor fell away from his features. In the next instant, if I would have blinked, I would have missed his movement.

The distance between us closed so fast, I gasped when his mouth claimed mine once more and he picked me up, moving with the same intense speed, until I felt like I was lying on a cloud with him on top of me, still kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

That was when I realized that somewhere along the way from the door to the bed, my shirt was gone and I felt the clasp of my bra open from behind me.

But then Michael froze and pulled back enough to look down at me.

I clawed with mindless abandon at his back, not realizing what he was doing, and then I caught the flash in his eyes and stopped.

“Are you sure, Tessa?” he asked, low.

The concern in his features took my breath away and I reached for his face, feeling the tiniest hint of stubble and kept my eyes locked with his.

I breathed, “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Fifteen

The material of Michael’s shirt was bunched up in my grip with white knuckles. I wasn’t sure if I was holding on so tight because I was afraid he would disappear or because I would wake from one of the most exhilarating dreams I ever had.

But whatever the reason, I couldn’t let go.

Somewhere along the line, my hands went from his face, to his shirt, yet I didn’t recall when I moved them, or when he removed his suit jacket. I couldn’t bring myself to care.

It felt like our lives depended on him being closer to me. I wanted to feel his cool flesh against my fevered skin. But I was too busy kissing him.

His taste overwhelmed me, like ambrosia exploded in my mouth and continued to grow in intensity. But it wasn’t rich, where only small amounts could be enjoyed. If his taste was food, I’d never want to stop indulging in it.

A groan, low in his chest rumbled against my aching breasts and I responded with a moan of my own. His mouth devoured it and my reaction only seemed to entice him more.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled away from my mouth and I gasped, not realizing I was in need of air. But his mouth trailed down my jaw toward my neck and once again, I forgot what it meant to breathe.

All I could feel was his lips and that cool tongue that set my nerve endings on fire. It was like every cell in my body whispered his name. Pleaded for more.

“Oh god,” I breathed, and barely registered that my hands were pushing through his dark blond hair at the back of his head, silently urging him on.

As his mouth found that sensitive spot at the curve of my neck, I felt his teeth. Those two needle sharp fangs grazed my skin, not enough to break through, but enough that I could feel it.

I gasped again, and fisted his smooth hair in my hands and once again caught that whiff of brown sugar and my mouth watered.

Without realizing we were moving, one second I was pulling his face back to my mouth, and the next, I was pressed against the unforgiving, cold metal door behind me.

I was pinned against it by Michael’s long, hard body and I gasped as his kiss increased in intensity.

His hands found my hips and I responded to his wordless gesture. Lifting my legs up, I wrapped them around Michael’s waist and he pressed harder against me, right in the perfect spot and I cried out into his mouth.

I was already so close to the edge, I felt like exploding right then and there, but I forced myself to breathe.

Then he ground against me once more and the blood pumping through my veins exploded.

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Fourteen

Somehow, I could feel Michael’s proximity behind me. If he was a normal person, I would’ve felt his body heat warming my back, but all I could feel was my own warmth reflected back at me and his coolness beneath.

I was frozen in place, concentrating on my breathing with butterflies in my stomach going haywire, and time passed like that for several long moments. It was a heated, delicious anticipation that ran through my veins instead of blood.

The only problem was that I didn’t know what to do. It felt like the man standing behind me close enough to touch me was waiting for something, but I didn’t know what that was.

“Stay still,” Michael said, low, and I felt his cool breath on my neck again. A combination of a shiver and heat rushed through my body like wildfire and I sucked in a breath.

Cool fingertips touched the bare skin at the base of my neck and I flinched from the shock as my breathing increased.

“Relax,” he whispered. Then he bent his head down and kissed the curve of my shoulder.

A breathless moan escaped me and I bit my lip, forcing my knees to hold steady.

Goose bumps erupted across my skin as I heard a low groan rumbling from his chest. It vibrated against my back and through his mouth and my eyes slid closed in response.

I reveled in the sensation of his cool lips against my skin.

My neck.

I never knew how intoxicating that would be. It was a rush, so palpable, it felt like the whole space was crackling with unspent energy.

That was when I realized it was coming from us.

The thrum of our bodies, barely touching, was like a harmony of chords in an orchestra.

Michael’s mouth lifted from my neck and turned toward my ear. “You smell amazing, Tessa.”

“Is that my blood you’re referring to?” I blurted before I realized I wanted to speak and my eyes flashed open.

That vibration that passed between us stopped and he moved around to look at me. His eyes met mine and I forgot what I was thinking. “Why would you think that?”

“Isn’t that what you want from me?”

I didn’t understand why I was asking those questions. No matter what words escaped me, deep down, I knew it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter if Michael was a real, flesh and blood vampire. It didn’t matter if he wanted to drink my blood. Everything about him — even his cool skin, his stormy blue eyes, and those fangs I noticed before — turned me on in a way I never felt before in my life.

And I liked that.

After a few more long moments, his cool, strong hands lifted and ran up my arms in a slow, agonizing caress. I shivered, realizing he carried me through Paris in the middle of winter without my coat, and I didn’t notice we left it behind.

I forgot what I was thinking as his fingers kept moving until they held my face. It felt like ice against my flushed skin, and I sucked in a breath.

“I might be a vampire, but I was referring to you. You are beautiful, intelligent, capable of protecting yourself, and unlike any other woman I’ve ever met. It is you, Tessa. All of you. I don’t know what you are, but your blood is the last thing on my mind.”

I forgot how to breathe.

Did he really just say all those things?

He was even more perfect than I thought.

Without thinking, my hands lifted to his face and pulled him toward me.

Then I kissed him, hard.

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Thirteen

We ran through the maze in Paris’s alleyways so fast, I couldn’t tell where we were or where we were going. But Michael didn’t hesitate.

He was weaving in and out of alleys, side streets, and a bustling art market that I wanted to visit before my impromptu vacation was over. Thinking back, it was probably a bad idea to hire a male escort to role play as a vampire and take my virginity, but I didn’t regret my decision.

Even though I paid for a fantasy that was now my reality, I wanted to be in that suite, having the time of my life with Michael — vampire or not. We barely made it to second base.

I sighed in frustration and gave up my futile attempt at figuring out where we were as the last of the day’s light faded from the orange sky.

But then Michael stopped and lowered me to the ground, steadying me on my feet and releasing me before I was ready.

The sudden movement left me dizzy and I closed my eyes, catching Michael’s strong arms to keep myself from falling over.

I froze.

Damn, he feels divine.

Taking my time, I opened my eyes and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Then I forced my hands to release their grip on him.

The vampire grinned, showing twin, needle sharp fangs, and then his blue eyes flashed against the light above the door before he opened it, leading into a very inconspicuous building made of red brick.

Ushering me inside, I caught the scent of fresh bread, coffee, and that brown sugar I knew belonged to him. My mouth started to water. But not because I was hungry.

Not for food.

“We should be safe here,” Michael said, closing the solid metal door behind him. Then he secured the locks. But I wasn’t paying attention.

My focus was on the interior of the building. It looked like it was once a warehouse or perhaps a firehouse, with the high ceilings, large windows, exposed brick and piping. And the fact that there were hardly any interior walls.

In the back corner, where morning sunbeams would shoot streams of light onto the floor, there was a painting station, complete with an easel and more paint brushes and paints than I could count.

It was amazing.

“Do you like it?” Michael’s voice was low, almost a whisper and I felt my hair move at the back of my head from his cool breath, letting me know he was right behind me.

Words escaped me and all I could do was nod. I was having enough trouble staying on my feet as it was from his close proximity.

Then he said, low, “Now, where were we?”

Before the shivers could travel down my body, I felt his cool breath on the side of my neck.

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Twelve

We hit the ground with a lurch, and to my utter surprise it wasn’t a splat. I was certain that we would die, or be so injured we wouldn’t be able to move and flee from Henry.

Before I could turn to Michael and ask what the hell was going on, he picked me up and ran headlong for the alleyways between Paris’s buildings.

After about thirty seconds of regaining my bearings, I shot a string of questions at him without giving him time to respond.

When he stayed silent, I sagged against him in frustration before more words rushed out of me. “Fine, don’t tell me anything. But if I so much as think you’re going to try to kill me, I’ll scream until your head explodes. I might not know much about vampires, but I know not many creatures can survive without their head.”

“And what do you know about vampires, Tessa? What was it that convinced you I am one of them?”

He was speaking with ease, as if we were still making small talk in the café where we met not long before and not running so fast it was making me nauseous.

The bastard wasn’t even winded.

Before I realized what was going on, I snorted and tried to stop myself from laughing, but failed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael smile. Even with all the chaos, dangers, and the questions, I couldn’t help but stop and appreciate his beauty.

That was when I knew I was doomed.

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Eleven

While Michael and Henry fought with immense speed, my eyes followed their movements. Fists were thrown and kicks were swung, but I couldn’t tell which of them held the upper hand.

Growing up in the heart of the French Quarter in New Orleans until I was eighteen was a far cry from Paris, but I was raised by my grandmother. She was one of those women that was full of stories about all the different things that went bump in the night.

She believed in vampires. Until just a few moments before, I never took much stock in those tales she told me of others. I regretted not listening to her more.

But as much as my mind was trying to find a rational explanation for the two men fighting, I knew what they were. They moved in speeds which humans were incapable. Combined with those flashes of their eyes,. Michael’s cool, pale skin, and those fangs. She was right all along.

Vampires were real.

My fantasies of finding a perfect man with those attributes were supposed to be just that.

A fantasy.

I repeated it in my mind. What I was seeing was real.

A grunt came from Michael as he fell to his knees and blood spurted out of his mouth. I knew I was out of time. Henry was going to kill him if I didn’t do something.

Instead of finishing Michael, Henry’s gaze settled on me and he grinned with his fangs in full view.

That was when I realized that Henry came for me. She was to be his, he said.

Well, that’s just too damn bad.

My grandmother might have been a Voodoo Priestess, but I wasn’t like her. I wasn’t like any of them. And Henry was messing with the wrong girl.

A scream erupted from my chest with so much force, all the glass in the suite ruptured and both men clutched their ears as blood seeped from them.

I stepped forward, pushing Michael behind me so he wasn’t taking the full brunt of my voice, and I glared at Henry, the man that barged in on us.

The vampire that meant to kidnap me.

I bent down, screaming into his face as he fell to his knees and opened his mouth in a pained howl I couldn’t hear.

But I didn’t stop. I kept on screaming until Henry’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor.

As my wail faded away I heard Michael croak, “Tessa, we must leave. It is not safe here.”

I spun around and faced the man that set my nerve endings on fire and saw the look of fear in his eyes from his position on the floor.

But he wasn’t afraid of me. He was afraid for me.

He grinned up at me as I held out my hand. Though I knew he didn’t need the assistance, he still took it, and his cool flesh met mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

Then Michael picked me up and instead of moving toward the entrance of our suite, he ran at his full speed toward the broken balcony doors that overlooked the Eiffel Tower. Then he leapt over the railing.

We were on the tenth floor. In that moment, I knew I was about to die.

And I screamed the whole way down.

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Ten

I was lost. Hovering somewhere in the oblivion of sensation, not caring about anything else than the man that held me trapped beneath him.

In some deep part of my mind, I didn’t want to find myself again. I wanted to stay lost in those moments, kissing him. I wanted to be closer, skin to skin, and feel every bit of pleasure I could.

A growl escaped him when I moaned again, but then he froze an instant before an explosion of wood sounded from outside the bedroom door. I heard pieces of solid wood flying into the living space and a new wave of adrenaline washed over me.

Before I realized he moved, Michael was standing, looking toward the door that led to the rest of the suite — and the danger. Then I caught that same refraction of his eyes that reminded me of a cat.

I froze as I saw the rest.

A hiss escaped from his lips and I saw twin, needle sharp fangs gleaming white against the low light in the room.

Michael’s posture was different, leaning forward with his arms loose, ready to fight. I was still breathless on the bed, trying to figure out how he moved so fast.

But then I forgot my line of thought as the door to the bedroom exploded inward and someone stepped into view where I stood only minutes before.

He was dressed in black, and his exposed skin was just as dark. He looked like he was a few inches shy of six and a half feet, about the same height as Michael.

Ice slid down my spine as I saw the stark contrast of his white teeth, bared. Sharp fangs jutted into his lower lip as he hissed back. Then his eyes flashed, just as Michael’s did.

“She’s must come with me,” the intruder hissed.

Michael responded, “You cannot have her, Henry. She is under my protection.”

The two men stared at each other for a few more long moments at an impasse. Then Henry muttered, “Master will not be pleased. She was to be his.”

Anger washed over me and I stood, stepping in front of Michael. For emphasis, I pointed my finger at the man that interrupted us. “You listen to me, buddy. I am no one’s property, and I sure as hell am not going anywhere with you.”

A small smile spread on his lips, but he didn’t respond.

“Tessa,” Michael warned in a low voice, but I ignored him. I didn’t know if they were really vampires, but I wasn’t going to be some trembling little waif, waiting for someone to rescue her.

“You think you are safe here?” Henry nodded his head toward the man standing behind me. The same man I was kissing with abandon only moments before. The man that showed signs of being an actual vampire. But I knew he was talking to me. “He will kill you.”

Though I knew Michael for only a short time, I still felt safe with him. There was something about him that called to me, told me that he wouldn’t hurt me. I needed to trust that instinct. “No, he won’t,” I replied with more bravado in my voice than I thought possible.

But either way, I knew how to protect myself.

Answer flashed into Henry’s features before he flashed forward so fast, that if I had normal human vision, I wouldn’t have noticed he moved before he reached me.

Michael moved into my peripheral vision and blocked a punch the intruder aimed at my face with his forearm.

Then all hell broke loose.

© Sarah Doughty

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Him Part Nine

The echoes of Michael’s moan reverberated through me like a tuned cello, forcing my cells to vibrate to the tune he carried. I barely registered the opulence of the bedroom before he closed the door behind me and moved in a blur, faster than my eyes could follow.

Before I realized what happened, my body was pinned against the solid oak door by his long, muscled body and my toes curled with anticipation as his mouth claimed mine once more.

A moan escaped me, but Michael devoured it like a predator and he growled his appreciation, which did nothing but drive me higher. My chest heaved as my body forgot what it meant to breathe, and it increased the friction against Michael’s heavily muscled chest.

Throbs wracked through me as my nipples ached for his touch. But he still wasn’t touching me. He was only kissing me.

That was when I realized I held his expensive suit jacket in my hands like it was a lifeline. Because it was.

I needed more.

So much more.

And he was driving me crazy with nothing but his mouth.

I cried out in frustration, and I felt him smile against me before the pressure of his body lessened. At first I thought he would step away from me and a breathless whimper escaped me.

But then his cool fingers traveled up my bare arms — when did I take off my coat? — and I shivered. By the time he reached the hem of my blouse, I was clawing at the back of his neck, desperate for more.

Before I could react, he pushed up the thin material and captured my breasts in his hands. The sting of his cool hands against my heated flesh forced me to hiss, but it only drove me higher.

I felt like I was about to combust and his skin was the only thing keeping me from exploding into flames. Before I realized he moved, the door behind me was gone and it was replaced by what felt like a cloud.

Soft, warm sheets enveloped me and Michael pressed against me. His hand traveled to my hip and held me still as he ground his hips tight against mine, letting me feel the long, hard length of him in exactly the right spot.

I cried out into his mouth, still ravaging mine and I barely managed to keep myself from crashing over the edge.

That was when I realized, he was only just beginning.

© Sarah Doughty

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Stardust

Twinkling nights combined with the soft blue light of the moon is nothing short of beautiful.

Look upon the skies on those clear, crisp autumn nights. Smell the wood smoke combined with the leaves turning in the air. And you’ll see it too.

If you look closely enough, you can see the freckles of your own stardust reflected back at you.

© Sarah Doughty