Anna looked at herself in the full-length mirror she had moved into her bedroom. The whimsical mood she had woken up with had returned with the solitude of the evening, and she had given in to it, temporarily, brushing her hair until it shone. She ran her hand down her side, feeling the silk of her night-dress run underneath her palm. It was a garment that her mother had given her on her eighteenth birthday, a whimsical creation to suit her mood. She had never noticed how nice the satin felt against her skin.
Feeling suddenly sleepy, Anna put down her hairbrush and walked over to her bed. Her hand paused as it reached for the coverlet, and she looked up. Her curtains had been closed by the servants, but she felt like a little moonlight tonight. Quickly, she walked over to the window, opened them, and then jumped into bed, blowing out the candle in the process. Smiling at her fancies, she closed her eyes and was quickly asleep.
It was a few hours later that she awoke, blinking her eyes fuzzily in the moonlight that stained her pillow. Blearily, she rubbed them, wondering what had caused her to awaken. Years of living in this village had changed her sleeping habits, preparing her for fairly regular interruptions to her sleep. If she had awoken, it was for a reason.
Muzzily, she looked around the room. It was difficult to see, imprisoned as she was in the moonlight shining at the casement. There- a shadow that should not have been, in the corner. She sat up and leant forward, trying to force her eyes to adjust quickly to the darkness. As she made out the figure, her eyes widened.
'Count Dracula?' she asked, pulling the sheet up over her breasts. There was something distinctly unsettling about this situation. 'What are you doing here?!'
The figure stepped forward, and Anna could now make out the features of his pale face. 'What are you doing here?' she repeated.
'Child,' he said softly, walking to the side of the bed. His body blotted out the light coming from the window, and Anna shivered. He leant down and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. This is insane, Anna thought, even as she reacted to his touch.
Immediately, she felt his hands clasp around her forearms and was propelled backward against the wall. She raised her startled eyes to his as she felt his body press against hers.
'Anna' he breathed, before dipping his head. Anna gasped in shock as she felt his lips attacking her neck.
'Count- oh.' Oh dear, she thought as she felt the stubble of his chin rasp against her neck. Her senses were overloaded. All she knew was the feel of his hot hands branding the skin of her arms, his body imprisoning hers, and his lips and -oh yes- his tongue devouring her neck. So this is what it feels like, a distracted part of her brain pondered.
Anna clamped her teeth together as Dracula's hands moved from her arms, sliding down the sides of her body and coming to rest on her hips. He wasn't being forceful, merely leaning against her and drugging her with his kisses. His lips had now moved to her collarbone, adding to the increasing list of sensations overpowering her. Anna savoured the heat she could feel emanating from his body.
'Oh,' she gasped again as his hand slid up her ribcage and rested below her breast. Unconsciously she arched her back, knowing only she wanted more contact, more...
Suddenly, his heat was gone, and Anna opened her eyes in surprise. The pause as he moved away from her gave her time to realise that she wanted him to continue with this, to keep seducing her with his lips and hands. The thought flitted through her mind that perhaps this wasn't Dracula, wasn't Dracula guided by his own actions, but she pushed it aside. The Dracula she knew wouldn't be easily overcome, and besides, what could be gained from sending him to her bedchamber? No, the Dracula she knew would decide on a course of action and pursue it. The thought made her shiver.
Just as she was about to protest at his retreat, he reached for her, scooping her up and walking over to the bed. Gently he placed her upon it and lay on top of her, making Anna sigh with pleasure.
His lips renewed their assault on her neck, working their way down her chest and nibbling at the skin above the edge of her nightdress. Lazily, he leant on one elbow and brought his hand up over her body to tug at the ribbon holding the top of the gown together. Anna held her breath as the bow came undone, and Dracula trailed a finger down the path between her breasts. She gasped as he leant forward and placed a kiss there, moving his hand lower to massage her belly.
Again, he pulled away, and Anna wanted to cry out in disappointment. She looked up into his eyes, and saw the wicked smile lying there.
'Undress me,' he commanded, sitting up.
Nervously, Anna sat up and reached for his shirt. Eventually, she was able to slide the black shirt from his shoulders. She unfastened the buttons of his shirt, marveling at the sensations of running her hand over his hot chest. Unable to resist, she leant forward to kiss his chest, and felt his hand stroke her cheek. Quickly, she pulled the shirt free from his trousers and freed him from it.
She looked up to see him looming over her, and shivered in anticipation. How could she have not admitted to herself before how amazingly attractive he was? The sight of his white skin made her breathing shallow. Her head swum with the sensations he provoked in her.
Her eyes traveled down to the waistband of his trousers, and she hesitated. She looked up at his chuckle.
'Child,' he chided, an evil smile tugging at his lips.
'I'm- I'm not,' Anna whispered uncertainly. As much as she would like to argue, there were some areas in which she was as little schooled as a child.
'I don't mind,' he whispered back, leaning over her once more. His hands closed around hers and he tugged her arms up over her head as he settled his body atop hers. Anna closed her eyes as she savoured the feeling of it. His lips brushed against her ear and he nibbled at the sensitive skin behind it.
'I think, however, that you are a little overdressed,' he growled. He brought one of her hands down and gently slid the strap of her nightdress down her arm. Anna shivered; partly at the sudden cold on her breast, partly in nervousness. She hadn't been naked in front of anyone since she was a little girl. Would he be pleased with her?
As though sensing her uncertainty, Dracula smiled down at her.
'Tut, tut, child,' he said in a low tone. 'Can't you tell that I like it?' With that, his hand closed over her breast, moulding it with his hand. Anna closed her eyes and sighed. She hadn't known how much she was yearning for that contact until he performed it. She felt his knee nudging her legs apart, and felt him come to rest with one of her legs positioned in between his. She bit her lip as she felt his erection press against her hip, felt the heat there.
He moved his hips against hers, smiling down at her reaction. 'Can you really doubt your effect on me?' he asked, and Anna shook her head. Seeking more of that wonderful friction, she arched her hips against his, and heard him chuckle.
'Patience,' he whispered in her ear. He brought her other hand down and slid the remaining strap off her shoulder. Anna watched wonderingly as he slid her nightgown down to her waist and his gaze focused on her bare breasts. The desire she saw in his eyes made her hunger even stronger.
Dracula leant down and pressed kisses down the line between her breasts, darting nibbles as light as a butterfly's kiss along her ribcage. Anna wriggled. She had never known how frustrating getting only part of what you wanted could be. She arched her back, trying to edge him closer to her breasts, and he chuckled again. His hands tightened on her wrists.
Anna felt Dracula's other leg nudge between hers, sighing at the feel of his trouser material rubbing against her sensitive inner thighs. Swiftly, he released her hands and leant against her, pressing his bare chest to hers. Anna gasped at the dual sensation of his chest on her breasts and the feel of his erection pressed up against her crotch. Leaning on his elbows to watch her, Dracula began moving his hips against her, seeming to drink up the pleasures reflected on her face. Unconsciously, Anna sought to increase the sensation by wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling herself up to him. She was pleased to hear Dracula groan, and felt him thrust himself at her harder. She wriggled beneath him, closing her eyes as she reached for... something. She didn't know what was happening; she only knew she didn't want him to stop.
She felt Dracula's hands grasp her hips, reaching down to cup her buttocks and press her harder against him. His lips returned to her neck, his teeth and tongue attacking the skin there. Desperately, Anna clutched at his back.
'Please,' she breathed, trying to push him back so that she could get at his trousers. All conscious thought had ceased; she only knew that if he wasn't inside her in a few seconds, she would implode. 'Please- I want-'
Dracula chuckled down at her. 'Good girl,' he said, reaching for the button at his waistband. Satisfied that soon she would have the pleasure of him inside her, Anna wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him down.
'Kiss me,' she commanded, tugging him towards her. She closed her eyes as his mouth descended to hers-
And woke up with an abruptness that took her breath away.
'What?' Anna mumbled, shielding her eyes from the sun seeping in from the window. She blinked in confusion. How did it get light so quickly?
Puzzled, she sat up, her head spinning from the remaining sensation. A quick glance around the room confirmed what her brain had been trying to tell her since she had awoken.
It had been a dream.
Anna buried her face in her hands. A thousand thoughts swamped her mind, not least of which was the fact that her silk nightdress was in a puddle around her bare waist and her neck felt sore.
'Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!' she screamed, and threw back the covers.