Casualty Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Hunter ❯ Dark Hunter ( Chapter 1 )

He slowly creeps into my room, as I lie awake in bed, waiting, wanting him to take me. Standing in the shadows of the night, the only light that lets me know he's there in the sensual light of the moon. He walks closer to me, I stair at him with anticipation, I can't help it my whole being craves him. His long black hair dances along his muscular back. His loose fitting silk shirt teases my body as it flows across his chest, with half of the buttons opened that makes me crave to see more. His tight leather pants leave little to the imagination. He smiles at me, and in the light of the moon, I see the gleam on his long fangs. He reaches for me, and with no strain, lifts me to him. He growls at me, my body is no longer in my control. He takes capture of my lips with his into a searing kiss that makes my knees week. I feel his fangs graze across my tongue; all the while his tongue explores me, trying to taste my very essence. His hands explore my whole body; every touch feels like fire on my skin, I want to scream from frustration. I loose my self-control and start to snatch at his jeans. He laughs at me and throws me on the bed. He climbs on top of me like a beast stalking his prey. Ever so slowly, he lifts my nightgown up over my legs, kissing his way up. As he raises it over my hips he growls, revealing a treasure he has waited for so long to taste. But instead of diving in like a mad man, he continues to lift my nightgown up over my ripe rounded breast, then over my head. He took my mouth once more with his. Making his way down my neck, he placed chaste kisses across my collarbone, and in one swift movement one of my breast was engulfed in his mouth. I arched, I have never felt so much intense pleasure before. His tongue circling my nipple while he pricked me with his fangs. Slowly he took my hands, and moved them to his shirt, I instantly took it off and then went for his pants. He stopped me, I whined with disappointment. He unzipped his pants and there to my wonder was his well-blessed manhood. He guided my hands slowly to it and I wrapped my fingers around it a slowly stroked his shaft. He hissed and growled in pleasure. His nails sunk into my shoulders. Suddenly he grabbed my hands and used forgotten nightgown to bind them up over my head. He used his knee to separate my legs. Slowly he moved down my body until he was at my womanhood. He looked at me and then took my into his mouth, my body was rushed with yet another wave of intense pleasure. My muscles were tightening with every lick every suck; my body was overwhelmed with pleasure. He knew I was close, very close. Even thought he didn't want to, he tore himself form my core. He finally took of his pants and leaned over me. Slowly as not to hurt me, he lowered his self into my core. Every inch was wonderful. I wanted to touch him, hold him, and do something! Having my hands bound was driving my crazy and he knew it. His stokes got deeper, and faster, but I was still begging for more. I screamed in pleaser my body did not know what to do. I started to rock my self to his thrust which in return made him growl. He quickened his pace even more slamming deeper into me, all I could do was hold on to dear life. My body was so close to explosion, sweat was running down our bodies. Hisses, growl, and screams of pleasure sounded like a symphony. As if we were one we reached our climax at the same time, and he sunk his fangs into my neck.

 

I awake from my bed with a start. Was I dreaming that could not have been a dream? It was far too real to be a dream. I got out of my bed and went to my mirror. There on my neck, two little holes where I was bit. It was real; my Dark Hunter came to me. Soon I will be joining him in eternity. Until the day we choose to burn in the sun.