OK fair warning sexual content in this chapter i mean more than the average feeling-her-up sorta thing ;). Sorry its really short but I did this at 2 in the morning and also what it lacks in size, it gains in content (if you know what i mean wink wink) Hope you enjoy, please R&R because i love your opinions- and constructive criticism- very much my dears. Lotsa love, Karen
The flames danced around her, filling Anna with the same heat she had felt earlier that day as she approached the solid, rugged man that now filled her with so much confusion. What had changed? she thought, while sleep gradually threatened to take over her subconscious, eyelids drooping precariously and long lashes brushing her lower eyelids. The heat of the fire, along with the eerie yet relaxing velvety darkness of night in Romania, was making it harder and harder for Anna to focus, dizzily trying to understand her feelings. Yes, ever since she had met him he had had a soft spot in her heart, but now that spot had become a hole, ripping her heart open at the seams and causing her intense pleasure and pain. She knew she could not have him, and yet her stubborn heart insisted on battling her quick, thoughtful mind. And even when she turned to her sensible head, he was there too. Anna couldn't escape from the deep pool of her mind, sucking her in like a rip tide, out farther and farther as she became lost in her own improper fantasies…The chiseled chest, muscles tight under her hands, a tongue seeking entry into her mouth, then slowly down the rest of her body, tasting her lips, across the dip between her soft breasts, over her small stomach, finally stopping just above her center. The sultry wetness dripped slowly between her legs as he slid his worn, rough hand up her trembling calves, tickling the back of her knee, and stopped midway up her thigh. Rather than continue up, he slipped his hands out of sight, causing her great distress. She let out a moan of contempt, only to be replaced by one of surprise. He was scratching her back lightly with his fingernails, tickling her in a way that caused the pleasurable heat of her sex to multiply until she could stand it no longer, arching the small of her fair-skinned back. His lips now playing on her lower stomach as a distraction, the ghost of a hand returned slyly on the inside of her legs, finally, finally skimming up to her inexperienced center. He worked a course, skilled finger through her folds until he just slightly let himself penetrate her warm, smooth insides. He pulled his fingertip out painfully slow, and then, equally as slowly, slid the finger back into her gently, curving slightly and causing her to shoot her frail hips up and scream out his name…
"Van Helsing …No!" Sweat poured from Anna as she woke from her disturbingly pleasurable slumber, shivers traveling up her spine from just the dream alone, a cold contrast to the fiery wetness between her legs.