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MotleyMoxie 47F
91 posts
2/28/2015 1:58 pm
Scene 22, book 2 Daughters of Darkness PART ONE

This is a scene from the second book of my Daughters of Darkness romance series. IT IS ROUGH DRAFT copy. so yea, it's crap! But ya'll wouldn't quit emailing about longer shit and I don't do short stories. So yea.....here ya go.

(setting. Vampire Ancient and hunter of the corrupt, Alexandar has just saved Dr Sarah Black from three vampires intent on kidnapping her for the villan. He is aware she belongs to him. He's been injured by gunfire.)

Sarah could barely breathe as those cold eyes shifted to her face. He calmly pressed one hand over the wound in his stomach, hiding it from her view and held his other hand out to her.

She shook her head mutely. His gaze drifted up and down her entire body once and when those sharp blue eyes returned to her face, they softened slightly.

"Are you injured?"

His voice was deep, rich, and slightly gravely. He had an unusual accent and the melodic tones of it wrapped around her senses, allowing her to take a shaky breath. She shook her head and started looking around for her purse.

"No. A few scrapes maybe." Her purse was laying a few feet from them. Her cell phone would be in there, provided it wasn't broken. "Um . . . I should call the cops . . ."

"They are on their way. If you listen you can hear the sirens. We have to go before they arrive." He held his hand out again.

"Wait just a minute." Sarah subconsciously stuck her hands behind her back and took a single step in retreat. The massive, bleeding giant took two large steps in her direction, halving the distance between them and she felt a flicker of alarm. "Look, I appreciate the rescue, but I um . . ."

Another long-legged step brought him less than a dozen feet from her. She looked around wildly for escape. He stood between her and the opening of the alley, where the dim, flickering light of the street lamp hundreds of yards away taunted her with a promise of safety. He said nothing, simply took another step, slow and purposeful.

And then it hit her. He wanted her to know he was stalking her, had marked her as prey. Her mouth went dry and she backpedaled swiftly, but her back hit the rough brick wall behind her.

He stopped at an arms reach. Blood oozed from a hole high in the flesh of his shoulder and he kept his left hand pressed over his right side, where she had seen the first bullet take him in a splatter of blood.

"Wait . . . seriously. Let me get my phone out of my purse. You're bleeding everywhere." She kept babbling as he simply stood there and listened to her, his head tilted to the side, his long hair falling over both shoulders. He looked like a lion, coiled and ready, but watching her with curiosity. "I'm a doctor. You have a bullet in you. You'll need to have it come out. You'll need blood."

Alexandar reached out to touch her, he was unable to stop himself. She flinched and he scowled. His long, strong fingers barely brushed her cheek as he took one strand of her hair in between his forefinger and thumb, running the length of it between those fingers. He bent his body and inhaled as he did, catching the scent of the strawberry shampoo she had used that morning and just underneath it her own personal scent. He drew her into his lungs, tasting her scent. She tried to swallow again, and it came out as an audible gulp in the deafening silence. In the vast distance they could hear the police sirens drawing closer. His fingers slid against her cheek, the lightest of touches.

Sarah shuddered as a sensation, like chills over her skin, swept from that single caress until every inch of her was covered in goose bumps. Hundreds of butterflies took flight in her stomach. A whimper escaped as his hand slid behind her neck and up to palm her head, cradling it in that huge hand.

"You have nothing to fear from me."

Sarah found herself drawn into huge, strong arms and held tenderly against an equally huge chest. He murmured to her in a sing song language she couldn't place. The sound of his voice swirled through her until she found herself drifting, lost in clouds of warmth and security. She gazed up into his eyes, and found not the glacial coldness but a deep, royal sapphire blue that gleamed with heat and promise. She moaned softly, in denial and fear as his towering body bent and his head blotted out the last shred of light dimly struggling past the shadows of the alley entrance.

Sarah had never imagined being possessed, thoroughly and completely, could taste so sweet. She had expected an onslaught, a brutal, rough possession. Yet, even as his body crowded hers against the brick wall, his mouth sipped and tasted gently at hers. He was built solidly, every unending inch of him hard and muscled against her, yet he kissed her with tenderness. When his tongue brushed over and over her bottom lip, seeking entry, she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly into his mouth.

Alexandar took that husky moan as permission. Her mouth was perfection, warm and rose petal soft. He nipped her bottom lip sharply and when she drew a soft, shocked breath, he deepened the kiss, sweeping inside of her to taste every space of her mouth, drinking her in.




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