Sex with a vampire, even one like him, that alone is odd to consider, or
even to contemplate for too long a time. But to be a married woman, if one
can call her a woman, and to cheat on her husband whom she loves and has
been with legally for less than a month, it's unheard of. He had come to
her after her lover and companion had stalked out, after the word battle,
he in his slick leather pants and sheer black shirt clinging to his chest.
Despite the love she felt for Rafe, there was only so much she could
withstand, she gave in to her emotions. A goody goody was she? Not anymore.
Her hands moved over the folds of his pants, caressing it softly, the smoothness of the leather under her fingertips; it was inviting. Moving up his leg to the hip and around to the zipper she looked into his face, passed the black shield and into the smoldering brown eyes, he had that look, those eyes pulling her down into their radiant pools.
From her view, there was no real point to all of this, it was an escape from reality, a pull towards a freedom she has never truly had. Even as she lays here on Rafe's couch, all she knew was the feeling of the leather against her hands and midriff, the feel of his skin. Everything about him held that forbidden temptation, even the inky black of hair was intoxicating in its own way. She wanted him. He touched her and she shuddered involuntarily, he smiled that smile that was his signature. The white teeth with two sharpened fangs, startling in their own right, that fear that they evoked in her was both enticing and bothersome, it's what had originally drawn her to him.
Between the two them, Rafe and Caleb, both of the men in her life, both of them pushing her one way or another, towards them or away from them, they were so special to her. Rafe, her angel, her slayer, her husband; she was defiling their marriage by doing this with his enemy. Enemy, it's a funny word. Caleb is a vampire, evil, cruel and the ability to take whatever he pleases by a simple wish, and yet she lay naked, vulnerable in his strong arms. He could kill her, and yet he doesn't, he moves her against him, helping her get what she wants... or is it what he wants? One can never be too sure with Caleb.
Her hands moved over the folds of his pants, caressing it softly, the smoothness of the leather under her fingertips; it was inviting. Moving up his leg to the hip and around to the zipper she looked into his face, passed the black shield and into the smoldering brown eyes, he had that look, those eyes pulling her down into their radiant pools.
From her view, there was no real point to all of this, it was an escape from reality, a pull towards a freedom she has never truly had. Even as she lays here on Rafe's couch, all she knew was the feeling of the leather against her hands and midriff, the feel of his skin. Everything about him held that forbidden temptation, even the inky black of hair was intoxicating in its own way. She wanted him. He touched her and she shuddered involuntarily, he smiled that smile that was his signature. The white teeth with two sharpened fangs, startling in their own right, that fear that they evoked in her was both enticing and bothersome, it's what had originally drawn her to him.
Between the two them, Rafe and Caleb, both of the men in her life, both of them pushing her one way or another, towards them or away from them, they were so special to her. Rafe, her angel, her slayer, her husband; she was defiling their marriage by doing this with his enemy. Enemy, it's a funny word. Caleb is a vampire, evil, cruel and the ability to take whatever he pleases by a simple wish, and yet she lay naked, vulnerable in his strong arms. He could kill her, and yet he doesn't, he moves her against him, helping her get what she wants... or is it what he wants? One can never be too sure with Caleb.