Page 20 of Desperately Seeking Vampire
No, he would not think of what he couldn’t have. He would be noble. He would martyr himself at her feet to ensure she had the life she sought. He would fade into the past, and soon become nothing more than a wispy image in her most distant memory.
He made a few mental notes about a particularly heart-wrenching poem depicting his noble sacrifice, and drifted to sleep trying very hard not to remember her breasts.
The dream roared to life with a ferocity that took him by surprise. One moment he was drifting on slumber’s arms, and the next, he was plunged into a dream where Minerva, naked and warm, and smelling like sunlight on summer grass, was nibbling her way up his legs. He moaned at the sensation of her fingernails as they lightly scraped the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, the cool sweep of her hair tangling on his penis, which had become almost instantly aroused. The torment continued on his belly and sides, awareness pulling at him, but he fought it, desperately wanting to remain in the dream, where all his fantasies regarding Minerva could be enacted.
“Boy, you sure are a sound sleeper. I don’t suppose you’d like to wake up?” A kiss was pressed to his rib cage, stirring the hunger into life until it swept over him like a red wave. “Ivo? You’re moaning, so I know you’re in there. This would be a lot more fun if you were awake. Plus I don’t want to do anything that you wouldn’t like.”
Panicked, he clung to the fragments of sleep, not wanting to give up the dream version of Minerva.
“Ivo.” Pain flared briefly to life on his side, just as if an irritated woman had pinched him. With a profound sense of martyrdom, he gave up and opened his eyes, intending to make notes on just how horrible his life had become, but at that moment he realized a black shape loomed above him.
Without thinking, he grabbed the attacker, and was about to fling him across the room when he heard the pained intake of breath.
“Minerva?” he asked, squinting in the near complete blackness of the room.
“Yes. Could you—thank you.”
He released his hold on her arms and switched on a bedside lamp to find Minerva straddling one of his knees. “Sorry I startled you. I thought you’d wake up when I started teasing your legs, but you just kind of twitched and moaned.”
“I was dreaming,” he explained, rubbing his face, as if that would clear the mental sleep fog that slowly evaporated. “You’re here.”
“I am,” she agreed.
“How did you find me? How did you get into the castle?”
“I knocked at the door, and a nice man opened it, and I told him I wanted to see you, and he asked if I knew you, and I said yes, and then he kind of sniffed the air around me like he thought I might smell like booze, and then he stared at me for about ten seconds until I asked if I could come in because it’s chilly out, and he said yes, and then showed me where your room was.”
Ivo’s mind was trying to sort out many things, not the least of which was why Minerva had come to him.
She patted his thigh, and continued. “I want badly to do all sorts of things to you, but I thought it would be best if you were awake. For one, I’m a huge believer in consent, and for another, it’s much more fun if you get to participate. Do you want to participate, Ivo?”
“Yes,” he answered without thinking. “No. That is, I want to, but I can’t. Not without—”
She moved, crawling up his body until she wrapped both arms around his head. “About that. I’ve had a change of mind. You need me, Ivo Zeman. You really need me. Not just a woman, not a sexual partner, not a source of blood—you need me, and only me.”
He stared at her in mingled hope and astonishment. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? Or had he slipped into insanity while he was sleeping? “What happened?”
“To me?” She gave a little shrug. “I think it was the realization that I was worried about you. I didn’t like you going off to be alone and lonely and not cared for. And then I thought about what it would be like to go on with my life knowing you were in the world, but not with me, not reciting your really ... distinct ... poetry that you wrote just for my thighs. I have a good life, Ivo. But I think that with you, our lives will be perfectly splendid. So go ahead, the diner is open.”
Ivo didn’t know what to do. He was torn between wanting to dance, sing, shout from the highest of Christian’s turrets that he had a Beloved, a real Beloved, one who wanted to be with him, and make love to her in a way that would leave them both as wrung out as a well-used rag.
“I choose the sexual congress,” he said, pulling her down so that he could possess himself of her mouth.
She laughed a little as she kissed him back, both their hands busy divesting her of her garments until she sprawled across him naked, her flesh warm and soft and satiny where it touched his. “I like how you think. Would you mind if we skipped the foreplay? I’m still a bit revved up from earlier this evening, and my body is being obstinate about getting down to business.”
“Madam,” he said in his best formal voice, pausing to moan when she bent to swirl her tongue around his nipples. “You seem to be under the impression that you are in charge of the proceedings. I am the Dark One. We are naturally dominant. You, as a woman, must assume the submissive role—Christ!”
Minerva shifted to straddle his hips, her hands on his penis as she positioned him. “Sir, you are mistaken if you think that I, a mere woman, am going to stand for that complete and utter bullshit. Since I am on top, I get to be the one calling the shots. Do you like this?”
He bucked beneath her when she reached back and toyed with his testicles. It took him a minute to uncross his eyes and remember how to speak, but when he did, all that emerged from his mouth was intermittent panting accompanied by several groans of sheer pleasure.
“Good,” she said, smiling as she slowly started to sink down on him. The smile changed to a look of sexual pleasure as she rocked her hips “Goddess above and below, Ivo. You are seriously endowed in the penis department. And you’re so hot. I’m not sure—”
He made a hip swivel that had her eyes opening wide as her breath caught.
“Oh, yes! Do that again!” she demanded, her muscles tightening around him.
He swiveled again, his hands on her breasts, sliding around to her ass when she leaned down to kiss him. The hunger had him in its sharp red grip, but this time, he didn’t have to fight it. With a profound murmur of thanks when she tipped her head, allowing him access to her neck and shoulder, he flexed his hips in time to her movements on top of him.
