Twilight Interlude

As twilight descends, out of the darkest corner of my mind he comes to me. From amidst the shadows, his profile dark against the moonlight and his eyes black as coal has sheen of purpose in them.

Ruggedly handsome, a dream, mysterious and elusive he watches me. He has a long lean form with rigid muscles encased in smooth lucent skin. His tight fitting black pants inadequately conceal what so many women desire and his massive shoulders fill the silk shirt on his back.

His firm, perfectly defined lips find mine, a glacial touch for within his chest his heart lays still. A gentle kiss turns urgent and exploratory as passion radiates from us both. His fingers sliding sensually over my body he undresses me, leaving me exposed and vulnerable as his onyx pools quite openly study me, imprinting every inch of my bare flesh to memory.

Suddenly nude, with thick black hair hanging in long curves over his shoulders, his presence fills the room with arctic air. His movement is swift, full of grace and virility as he lowers himself, coming to rest on top of me. I sigh as the cold hardness of his arousal presses against me. He guides me and my fingers close around him, his skin frosty beneath my touch. He needs not breathe but gasps for air as I stroke him gently.

With an icy hand he tenderly caresses the curve of my breast, wanders across my hip, over my stomach and nestles between my thighs. His gaze holds mine as he delves into that which he has found. With desperate need, I cry out for release. In an act of raw possession, his body moves with effortlessness as his legs part mine.

His lips are on my slender throat, his tongue desensitizing my skin, sending tremors of desire through me. My pulse pounds violently as his fangs graze my skin and he nibbles my tender flesh. As if time stands still, we are lost in this moment.

Swift and with vital precision, he bites. I writher beneath him as the sharp pain ripples through me. He eagerly consumes my crimson nectar and the pain begins to recede, turning to excitement as we erupt in a frenzied and animalistic euphoria and the world spins on its axis.

In a tender flash, he gathers me into his arms and whispers he shall come again. A melancholy frown flits across his features as he spins and is gone.

I wake the next morning and recalling my dream, I smile hoping he returns that night for another twilight interlude. I climb out of bed, leaving behind a tiny scarlet blot on my pillow.

by Quinn Cullen