Prologue
I roll over, feeling the smoothness of the silk as it rolls and ripples down my back. I watch his chest as it rises and falls, seeing the light of the newly risen moon flow over the muscular frame. His almost perfect chestnut tan sends shivers down my spine. His arm moves, and I watch it flex. My eyes follow up, and I long to run my hand down his shoulder, down his chest. He murmurs, that deep strong voice, which calls to me alone. I reach out, brushing a wave of hair back from his defined face. His lashes flutter, and his lips part. He sighs, a deep yearning sigh that calls to my very being. With deliberate slow movements, his eyes open fully. I see deep blue, a pool so deep I feel I could fall in. He watches me watch him, and with a gentle movement, he rises and runs the bridge of his nose along my neck. I shiver again. He rolls me over, and traces his fingers down my spine. I feel his hair brush against my palm, and I stroke it, feeing smoothness more beautiful than my silk bedding. He gently moves my hair, and leans towards me. I feel his lips kiss the soft skin of my neck. I feel him stroke my back. Then, whilst murmuring to me words of love and affection, he opens his mouth. I feel the brush of teeth, and a small pain. I moan, but he strokes my neck with his index finger, and I can't help but relax into him. As I feel the rhythmic pull of his lips, I feel a change begin. I realise the relevance of the moon. As I fall into the darkness, I find I am hungry. I am ravenous, but craving more than food. I crave life. I crave pleasure. I crave... blood.