One Late Night (2 page)

I always thought vampires were cold,
I thought to
myself in a slightly detached way. There was no more doubt in my mind. Only a
vampire could do what he’d done. I just didn’t know what parts of the legends
were true. For instance, Adin was warm. Maybe even warmer than a normal person.
I huddled against him as the wind of our passage pressed against me. I didn’t
know where we were going but I was sure I didn’t want to stay in that section
of town.

We sped down narrow alleys and along darkened streets until
we reached a sort of old, grain silo-type structure. I thought we’d rush past
like we had countless other buildings before it but Adin made directly for a
small concrete door in its base and, after pulling out a small key attached to
a chain around his neck, he unlocked the door. He entered swiftly with me still
in his arms and pulled the door quickly shut behind us. He put me down
carefully and hit a light switch on the wall.

A soft glow flooded the tower and I stared around me in awe.
A thin, wood, spiral staircase ran up to what looked like several levels of
loft space. The concrete walls were covered with thick tapestries and hanging
wool pieces in a riot of colors. What looked like outdoor space heaters covered
with intricate wrought iron frames hung on hooks throughout the structure and
it was very warm. The light seemed to be coming from a series of bulbs in
delicate, rose-tinted glass lanterns that were hung throughout the tower. It
felt incredibly cozy.

Adin smiled at my startled reaction. “Just because I have to
hide doesn’t mean I don’t like comfortable surroundings,” he told me. “This
took a fair amount of work, believe me. Do you like it?”

He was leading me up the stairs as he spoke and we entered
onto the first level of loft space. The room held a comfortable-looking,
deep-green leather chair and had a wall of bookshelves overflowing with books
lined against the tower wall. I loved reading and felt a rush of pleasure at
the sight of them. There was a small side table with a lovely orange lamp, and
a shelf on the wall held a delicate statue of what appeared to be a Greek
goddess. I could only nod at Adin in response as I looked around me. The décor
looked like something one might find in a tower of a medieval castle, not in an
old, abandoned, concrete grain silo in a dodgy part of Manhattan.

We continued up to the next level, which contained a wide
double bed made out of a dark wood with brown silk sheets, and I blushed
slightly as I thought about the fact that we were in his bedroom. There was a
makeshift open wardrobe, made out of what looked like a department store rack,
or would have, were it not made out of more of the same intricately wrought
metal as the heat lamps. Dark clothes, including what I believed were a couple
of expensive Italian suits, filled the rack. The last level above us was based
around a concrete platform that appeared to be part of the original silo. An
old, cast iron tub—the type you would stand up in—stood on the platform. A
large, old kettle, a porcelain basin and an industrial-strength hotplate shared
space on a small, carved wood table.

Adin gestured to his bed before going up the stairs and
filling the kettle from a tap coming out from the wall. He set it to boil and
washed his hands and face quickly in the cold water from the tap. I sat
awkwardly on his bed and looked around me at the tapestries on the walls,
feeling somewhat dazed. My shivering was easing as the warmth of the tower
crept into me.

Adin turned off the kettle, poured some warm water into a
beautiful, deep-blue bowl and grabbed a hand towel before returning to me. He
set the bowl down on the floor. As he leaned in closer to me, his eyes widened
and he inhaled sharply.

“You’re bleeding,” he told me, worry and a hint of something
I suspected was excitement flaring in his eyes.

I looked down at myself in surprise. Sure enough, there was
a shallow scrape down the side of my left thigh. I had no memory at all of
getting it. The wound was sluggishly oozing blood. Adin leaned in even closer
and I felt the heat of him and smelled a scent coming off him—a metallic scent,
strongly compelling. I inhaled deeply without meaning to, breathing the smell
of him. I felt a flutter in my pulse and he inhaled softly. I was suddenly sure
he’d noticed my heart rate had sped up, and my breath became shallow as he
gently reached out and pulled my skirt up, exposing the length of the scrape.
His warm fingers fluttered on my thigh and my heartbeat increased.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he leaned in and flicked his
tongue against my skin, licking up the blood that ran down my leg. I shuddered
and heat spread down from my belly. He looked up at me and whatever he saw in
my eyes must have convinced him to continue. He lowered his head again and
slowly licked up my leg. His tongue ran over the scrape and was strangely
soothing, spreading heat into me. He moved his hand down from where it rested
on my skirt and gently slid it between my legs. He gripped the one he was
licking firmly, fingers digging into the tender skin on the inside of my thigh.
I sighed and reached down to tighten my fingers in his hair and he moaned and
licked my leg faster.

Suddenly he rose and grabbed me by my hips, pushing me
backward on the bed and in one swift motion he was on top of me. He used his
arms to hold his weight off me and I looked up into his blue eyes. He was so
amazingly attractive as he gazed down at me, heavy-lidded with desire, that
even the hint of his fangs showing through his smile didn’t worry me a bit. I
felt myself growing wet and his smile deepened as he lowered his mouth toward
my neck. I felt a moment of fear that he would bite me but he just sucked on my
neck, nibbling lightly and grazing my ear with the tips of his fangs. I groaned
in pleasure and reached out to pull him down on top of me, writhing under him
and pressing myself against him.

He moaned and snaked an arm under me to grip me by the back
of the neck. He tilted my head back and I gasped in pleasure and anticipation
as he held me there and leaned above me, gently licking at my lips and avoiding
my attempts to kiss him properly. He breathed lightly in my ear and ran his
cheek against mine as he moved his head back, placing a fleeting kiss on my
lips as he did so. He chuckled softly as I moaned in dismay and then he finally
lowered his mouth to mine. He kissed me deeply, his tongue darting around my
mouth, and I stilled under his kiss. He must have had ages to practice, I
thought to myself in a stunned sort of way. I’d never been kissed anything like
this before and wow! I hadn’t realized what I was missing. I focused on the
feel of his lips on mine and realized I could happily lie here kissing him
forever.

Still kissing me, he slid his free hand down my hair and
past my collarbone. Gently he slipped his fingers under the loose strap of my
silk tank and kept going, brushing his palm against the top of my breast. I
moaned softly and thought just kissing him wouldn’t be enough at all. I wanted
more. I
needed
more.

I moaned to encourage him and lightly ran my nails down his
back. He sighed against my lips and slid his hand into my bra to grip my
nipple. An electric shudder ran through my body and I gasped and pressed myself
hard against him. He groaned and pulled back from me suddenly, making me give a
little cry of dismay. He looked at me for a second as he sat back on his knees,
straddling me with his strong thighs.

“You know…that I am not…like you?” he asked me, uncertainty
in his voice.

I looked up at him, desire coursing through me, and reached
down to grab the bottom of my tank top. I eased it up over my head and tossed
it onto the floor. His eyes darkened as he looked at me and I ran my hands
lightly down over my breasts and across my stomach. I gently pulled loose the
knot that held my skirt together and slipped the material back across my hips,
exposing my panties. I lay there as he looked down at me and I was immensely
happy I was wearing a beautiful, blue lace bra and panty set. It set off my
tanned skin and I thought it was lovely.

I inched my hand to his leg where it lay over my thighs and
then I ran my hand up toward the bulge in his pants, pressing firmly and then
releasing in a light massage as I went. I moved my hand over him rhythmically
and he gasped and caught my hand quickly, pulling it away. I caught my breath
in turn and moved with his motion, coming up to wrap my free arm around his
neck and pull him down on me.

“I don’t care,” I whispered against his mouth before kissing
him again.

He groaned and relaxed against me for a second before
pulling away and moving his mouth down my collarbone to my breasts, tracing a
gentle trail with his tongue.

Gently and teasingly he stroked the tips of my breasts
through the lace with both hands, making me writhe in pleasure before he
reached around so quickly to remove my bra I barely even noticed he’d done so.
He gave a sigh of pleasure as my breasts bounced free and he lowered his mouth
to one nipple while he stroked and pinched the other one. I moaned and sighed
and stretched my arms above me, arching my torso, my nipples pointed up for his
attention. I wrapped one leg around his waist and moved my hips against him
rhythmically.

He slid a hand farther down, tracing the line of my stomach
as I squirmed and then gently sliding his hand into my panties. He found my
clit quickly and rubbed it in a slow circle. I cried out softly and rocked
against him as he flicked his tongue on one of my nipples while he pinched the
other with his free hand. The hand between my legs made soft circles on my
clit, and both his hands and his tongue were perfectly in synch. My vision
blurred as waves of pleasure rolled over me. With a burst of stars behind my
eyes I came violently. I shuddered and clasped him to me as I came and I heard
his low chuckle as I struggled for breath. My whole body relaxed and I found I
could barely move.

After a bit—I had no idea how long—I opened my eyes again to
see Adin lying on his side, looking down at me and stroking my hip lightly.

“Good?” he whispered.

“Oh yes,” I replied in a soft voice I could barely force
out. “Very good. I hope you don’t think we’re finished here though?”

He smiled at me and I gently tugged at his shirt. He obliged
me, reaching down to pull it over his head.
Oh wow!
I had only seen
bodies like that in movie star magazines. I ran my hand down his chiseled chest
in wonder, stroking his abs softly. He caught my hand and brought it to his
lips, turning it over to kiss the underside of my wrist. A shiver of pleasure
ran through me and I freed my hand and pulled myself up. I kissed him gently
and placed both hands on his hard chest, pushing him down to lie beneath me. I
kneeled above him and leaned down to slowly let my hair brush against his chest
as I moved my hands to the button on his jeans. I undid the button, biting my
lip as I did so, and pulled the zipper down carefully. I glanced up as I pulled
the jeans away from his hips and down his legs. He lifted his hips to help me,
smiling slightly, his eyes smoldering at me.

He was wearing tight white underwear under his jeans and his
penis bulged under them. I smiled in pleasure. It looked as if his cock was
going to be everything a girl could hope for. I bent my head to his chest and
gently licked his nipple. It was hard and round, about the size of a dime, and
was as hot as the rest of him was. I nipped him lightly and he groaned and
moved his hands, one to my head to run his fingers gently through my hair and
the other to my shoulder where he squeezed tightly.

Pleased, I sucked in earnest, causing him to groan. I slid
farther down and hooked my thumbs into his underwear, pulling them down and
releasing his cock. It lay against his stomach, as large and throbbing as I had
hoped it would be, and I gazed at it in pleasure before lowering my head. I
gently exhaled on the tip and it moved toward my mouth as though it had a life
of its own. I circled the end of it gently with my lips. He was so big I didn’t
think I’d be able to get much more than the tip in. I flicked my tongue against
him and his hips thrust against me, driving more of his cock into my mouth. I
moved down the shaft as much as I was able and then up again, putting my thumb
and forefinger around the base and using my other hand to complement my
movements. His breathing increased and I slid the hand holding him down to cup
his balls. I squeezed lightly and pulled on them gently and he gasped and
grabbed me by the shoulders, lifting me up and on top of him in an instant.

He fitted my legs over his hips and I pressed my pussy
against the length of his cock, rocking back and forth and rubbing my clit down
the shaft. He groaned and pulled me down to kiss me before grabbing my hips and
positioning himself.

“Wait,” I said breathlessly, “what about protection?”

“Not necessary,” he moaned back. “I can’t have kids and
don’t get diseases.”

With that he thrust me down on top of him and I cried out in
shock at how good it felt as his cock entered me. He held me there for a second
and I felt myself pulse on top of him, completely filled. He groaned and closed
his eyes before using his hands on my hips to rock me on him. I moaned and
cried out as we moved. I’d never, ever felt this good. He increased his speed
and I collapsed against him, burying my face in his neck as he moved me on him.

He gave a deep shudder and suddenly rolled us over in one
smooth motion so he lay on top of me. He propped himself above me on his knees,
staying inside me the whole time, and grabbed my legs. Pulling them up against
his chest, he began to fuck me in earnest, pulling out almost the whole way and
slamming into me again. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, all I could do was
cry out in pleasure and clutch the blankets beneath me. I heard a voice begging
for more through my pleasure haze and I was surprised to realize it was mine.