Thursday, July 19, 2012

There's a Fine Line: Chapter 04 Snippet

In Chapter Three, Blake and Alicia take their relationship to a new level. The following chapter, like the following day, continues to build upon that foundation as well as brings new issues to light.

There's a Fine Line...
Chapter  Four

Warm rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes, throwing streaks of light here and there around the room. As the sun rose higher into the sky, one beam stretched across the large, four-poster bed and into the eyes of the petite female that lay upon it. Alicia grumbled sleepily and shifted, burying her face into the warmth of a hard, bare male chest to get the light out of her eyes. The warmth and scent that filled her senses had her sighing softly in contentment. That contentment lasted about ten full seconds before her brain latched onto one very important fact: namely, that she was pressed against a hard, bare male chest. Suddenly wide awake, her light brown eyes sprang open as she fought down her initial surge of panic. A soft kiss was placed upon the top of her head as warm hands soothingly caressed her skin. Her bare skin. Trembling, and with her memory of the night before still fuzzy, she furiously wracked her brain as to just how she ended up in this situation and how quickly she could extract herself from it.

“Good morning, beautiful.” The sleepy murmur of Blake’s deep voice rumbled through his chest and she was mesmerized by the sensual play of skin over muscle as he stretched. That slight delay prevented her from scrambling from the bed, however, and his arms returned to her waist and pulled her close once more.

Her mind was working at ninety miles an hour trying to remember what had happened and what hadn’t. Though mostly naked, her vampire mate still wore some sort of underwear as she could feel the scrape of cloth against her skin. She blushed furiously as she realized, and then remembered, that her own lacy panties had been shredded and discarded towards the end of the night. And what a night! Alicia wasn’t certain which was worse: the things she’d told him or the things she’d let him do. Let him? God, she’d have been begging him for more if he’d tried to stop.

Searching her brain for something, anything, to say to break the silence that was stretching towards discomfort, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I am, beautiful.” He caressed her cheek softly and, laying her on her back, rolled onto his side and propped up on an elbow to gaze tenderly down at her. “I made a vow, Alicia. I don’t make them often but, when I do, I will move heaven and earth to keep them.” His free hand rested lightly on her stomach as his thumb rubbed the smooth skin soothingly.

“Thank you.” Her words were soft, barely a whisper, but her soft brown eyes glowed with gratitude – and growing affection. He smiled and dipped his head to kiss her leisurely.

“That look in your eyes is all the thanks I need, Alicia.”

Squirming slightly under his intense gaze, she hissed as the soft sheets rubbed against her sore and bruised skin. The brief stab of pain was followed by remembered pleasure and she couldn’t stop herself from deliberately moving again. When Blake’s fingers gently caressed her cheek, she trembled and let her eyes drift closed as she sank back into that cloud of peace she’d felt immediately after his final spanking. Something about the mixture of pain and pleasure and his steady, gentle touch soothed her like nothing she’d ever known before.

Alicia drifted along on pure sensation. Each time she started to descend from the peaceful feelings, all she had to do was wriggle just enough to scrape her bruised rear on the sheets to send those awfully wonderful darts of pleasure-pain shooting through her once more. She was aware of her vampire holding her, touching her, whispering words of tender care into her ear as she flew, weightless and carefree, above a world filled with pain and hurt and confusion.

She’d lost track of time when she heard her mate’s deep, seductive voice calling for her. At first, she resisted. She’d found a place where she felt safe, loved, even cherished and she didn’t want to lose that. As Alicia slowly returned to herself, Blake’s firm hands continued to pet her and stroke her while he promised her that, no matter where she was, she was cherished more than all of his most prized possessions combined. Even the pain could no longer hold her there for he’d cradled her close to his chest and her bruised and striped bottom no longer pressed stingingly against the mattress.

“It’s time to come back to me, Beautiful One.” When her eyes fluttered open, the hazel-brown orbs dreamy and soft, he smiled and rubbed his lips across hers in the softest of butterfly kisses. Her answering smile was slow in coming but it made his heart sing with joy.

“What happened?” Shyly, Alicia brought a hand up to caress Blake’s face – one of the few times she’d initiated any kind of contact between them. He leaned his cheek into her touch, his eyes drifting closed in pleasure. “It felt like I was flying and nothing could ever hurt me again.”

“Nothing ever will if I can prevent it.” He brushed her hair from her eyes tenderly and wondered just what the fates saw in this young girl to make her so dear to him. “And what you felt is something called subspace. If you look it up online, and I encourage you to do so, you’ll find that nearly everyone’s description about it will vary as each person experiences it differently. You’ll find that what sends one person into subspace does nothing for the next; you may even learn for yourself that what sent you there last night and this morning will not at a later date. You may learn, with time, that even how you experience it varies.”

“If it’s so hard to define, then how do you know that’s what happened?” She spoke softly as she explored the lines and planes of her mate’s face. She dared not risk shattering this moment with anything above a whisper.

“Because you described it perfectly.” Chuckling softly at her confused frown, Blake captured one errant finger with his lips and licked the sensitive pad. Alicia shivered in delight and blushed at his smile. “It is often described as a feeling of flying or floating, but that doesn’t mean it will always be that way for you. Like I said, look it up. Read many different accounts and you’ll understand more what I mean. No matter what you find, however, know this: I will never leave you during this time. You would be vulnerable in ways you cannot even imagine.”

“Like you didn’t leave me last night.”

“Just like that, Beautiful One.”

After another gentle kiss, she watched her vampire slide off the mattress and stretch leisurely. The muscles rippled along his back and down to his tapered waist to where a pair of black cotton briefs hugged his toned rear. Her fingers itched to trace a path from his shoulders to that aggravating bit of material that hid his body from her greedy eyes. With a knowing smirk, he turned to catch her avid stare and watched as her desire grew. There was a faint dusting of ebony curls along his toned chest that tapered to a solid line disappearing beneath his briefs. Briefs which, at that moment, were straining to hold what looked to be a rather impressive erection. Licking her lips, she wondered how he’d feel in her mouth, how he’d taste. Fuck, he was gorgeous! Even if he only wore a burlap sack, she had a feeling that he could turn a nun into a whore. Her eyes swirled with shadows until their light brown shade shifted darkly and gleamed like polished jet. Under their lustful gaze, more than just his smug smile grew.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

There's a Fine Line: Chapter 3 Snippet

 Yes, you finally get to see Blake and Alicia together! Yes, this is a short snippet! Yes, I'm evil! Enjoy :D

There's a Fine Line...
Chapter Three

Alicia nervously smoothed and re-smoothed the expensive little black dress Elizabeth had helped her pick out that morning. When she’d tried it on in the store, it’d seemed a lot more…well, there than it did now: more length to cover her shapely legs, more lace to cover her small but overflowing cleavage, more cloth in general instead of possessively hugging her curves. Knowing her mate, he’d be searching for the tiny zipper that ran from the back of her neck to her waist before they’d even gotten in the car. She tugged on the hem again in the hopes that she could pull a few more inches from some hidden wrinkle and paced the Library awkwardly in her new heeled sandals.

Catching a glimpse of her image in the large bay window, her shoulders slumped. Whatever made her think she could impress a centuries old vampire? Though the window reflected the gentle waves of her black tipped and streaked sandy blonde hair, her petite but curvy body, and the way the dress set all her best features off to perfection, Alicia only saw the street kid she still felt herself to be – the little girl playing dress up in someone else’s fancy clothes. She’d never forgotten her mother’s thoughtlessly cruel comments as she bemoaned her daughter’s small bosom or slim hips. Coupled with Markus’ harsh words the first time he saw her completely naked, that she looked more like a young boy than a grown woman, and she’d always been extremely self-conscious of her body. Lewd comments from the men on the streets weren’t helpful; they’d fuck a knot-hole in a fencepost if you tied fake tits on it.

“You are determined to make me feel unwanted, beautiful, if you continue to look so unhappy to see me.”

With a jump, Alicia turned towards the door to where Blake Simons lounged casually against the frame. Dressed in one of his tailored black suits with a blood-red and black striped tie and crisp, white shirt, her vampire mate looked like he’d walked straight off the cover of GQ. As her hungry eyes took in his every detail, from his polished, black wing-tipped shoes to his dark brown hair that her fingers itched to touch, he was heaven and sin wrapped in a deliciously gorgeous package. When his lips quirked in amusement as her eyes shifted to bottomless black pools of aroused hunger, her gaze focused on the movement. She licked her lips in response, remembering the taste of him. The dark side that’d been dormant for so long rose just that little bit more to bring her closer to her goal – closer to her mate.

Blake straightened from the doorway and watched the girl stalk him from across the room. In reaction to her new shadowy nature, his beast surged forwards with lustful glee. This was the creature who was to be his. This was the passion he knew she suppressed. This was the mate who’d been promised him since the day of his creation. Stepping forward, more vampire than man, Blake took her wrists and pulled them behind her, securing them in one of his large hands. The fingers of his free hand tangled in her gloriously streaked hair and pulled her head back so he could drag his fangs along her bared throat. Her moan and the rising scent of her desire urged him to continue.

“Is this what you want, beautiful?” His lips and the moist heat of his tongue followed the scraped and burning path of those sharp incisors, licking and teasing and healing the marks he’d placed upon her neck. When she struggled to get free, he pulled harshly on her hair and growled against her fragile skin. “Seeing you in this dress, with so much of your warm, luscious skin bared to my greedy eyes, is both a pleasure and a torment. Do you know what you’re doing to me, beautiful?”

“I’m…I’m not doing anything,” her pleasure-filled denial was answered with a swift strike of those deadly teeth into the thick vein that pumped her life’s blood. Blake took only a single mouthful, nearly losing his tenuous hold on his self-control and ruining his designer suit at the taste of his mate, before swiftly healing the wounds with more laps of his teasing tongue than was needed.

“No? This dress is positively sinful, beautiful. The lace teases me, dares me to explore its secrets and seek out the treasures it hides. Shall I go hunting, my mate?”

Alicia’s knees nearly buckled when his hand released her hair to trail over and tease along the edge of the aforementioned lace. “Oh, god.” Unaware of her actions and only knowing she needed more of this man – his lips, his touch, even those razor-sharp teeth – she arched her back to try and force his hand lower

Smiling with evil triumph, Blake’s long fingers returned to her hair and pulled until Alicia was stretched backwards across the iron band of his arm as if suspended in the dip of an erotic dance. Her eyes closed and her breasts heaved as his fangs began a new journey, this time along her collarbone to the dip of her throat where a slight pressure was followed by an even slighter sting. His low, satisfied growl when his tongue lapped at the tiny bead of blood he’d drawn sent a flush of heat throughout her body. Further still traveled that sinfully wicked mouth, nipping and lapping and suckling her skin until she thought she’d go insane. When his lips edged under the black lace and closed around a diamond-hard nipple, pleasure exploded through her body. Her scream of release echoed oddly around the small room with a shrill, birdlike resonance.

Blake released her hair and wrists in time to catch her limp body as her trembling legs gave out completely. Holding her close to his hard and aching body, he smiled with justified male pride at the satisfaction he’d just given his mate. He couldn’t wait to unleash their passions freely and drink in her pleasure-filled blood. Running his hands soothingly along her back, he hid his smirk in her glorious, slender neck while her trembling slowly calmed.

“Blake?” Alicia whispered softly against his chest, slowly easing her arms around his waist and holding him equally close to her.

“Yes, beautiful?”

“What just happened?”

Chuckling softly, he drew back and brushed her hair from her flushed face. “I think you know the answer to that.” When her blush deepened, he chuckled again and ghosted his lips across hers. “Are you alright?”

Dropping her eyes shyly, she nodded while a small smile danced over her lips. Alright? She was more than alright; she was positively brilliant! It wasn’t like it was her first orgasm, Markus loved to torment her with her body’s reactions to his disgustingly skilled touch, but it was the first that nearly made her weep with joy. It was the first she’d had without guilt. It was the first given to her by her glorious mate. Thinking he couldn’t feel it through the layers of clothes, Alicia pressed a soft kiss of gratitude and (dare she admit it?) budding affection to Blake’s heart.

“God, beautiful, you’re making it very hard to be good.” His pained groan, coupled with a gentle grind of his granite-hard erection, sent the color back to her cheeks.

“What? Oh…” Embarrassed, Alicia started to pull away but his arms tightened into steel bands around her and held her firmly in place. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his tie.

Blake dropped a kiss on her head. “Don’t be. I treasure the kiss, beautiful, but I’d like for our first time together to be somewhere other than Elizabeth’s antique desk…and her throw rug…and maybe even that tapestry-print chaise.” His heart soared at her choked giggle and he willed his body to behave. As much as he wanted to pin her over that desk and bury every inch of his aching hardness into her delightful body, he knew she wasn’t quite ready for that just yet. He didn’t want to scare her off just as she was beginning to accept him.

“Not the chaise, Blake, really.” She murmured softly with a faint blush still staining her cheeks.

“And whyever not, beautiful?”

“It’ll stain and I’d have to explain that to Ms. Pierce. That’s so not a conversation I wanna have, ok?”

Laughing, he pulled back and tucked a black strand of hair behind her ear. Intrigued, Blake ran his fingers gently through her hair and noticed that the texture of the black strands and tips were different from the rest. Coupled with her unusual cry of release earlier, certain details were beginning to fall into place but to what result? When she closed her eyes and smiled, he couldn’t resist pressing a gentle kiss to her lips once more.