The Guest & The Change - By M. D. Bowden Page 0,21

though her.

He reached around her back and undid her bra, removing it and flinging it to the floor, caressing her breasts. Sarah felt in heaven as his mouth came down to her tummy, tracing kisses down to the line above her jeans. Then his fingers were ripping her jeans open and he pulled those off too.

He left her pants on and Sarah watched as he looked over her body, absorbing the site of her nakedness. She reached for him and pulled him back to her again, pulling his hips towards her, fumbling at his belt as he kissed her lips, and breathed in her scent at her neck.

He pushed her pants aside, forcing himself inside her, pounding into her repeatedly, pulling her bum hard against him. Sarah touched him everywhere, trying to be as close to every part of him as she could. Feeling him deep inside her, she pulled him even deeper, contracting her hips towards his, pushing into his rhythm. She kissed him passionately as he penetrated her, feeling his hair, his chest, his back. She felt she was living in a fantasy, a book, a make believe world. Like this couldn’t be real. But it felt more real than anything she’d ever experienced.

She felt tension building within her, moaning as she released, repeatedly. Shaking around him as she held him tight. She felt him release into her, while he kissed her and loved her. Sarah leant into him as he pulled her back on top and held her tightly, stroking her hair, their breath slowing. She looked up into his intense eyes, regarding her with awe, and what looked like love. She couldn’t break his gaze and just let herself look at him, taking him in, connecting with his soul.

***

After Sarah had lain there, looking at Daniel for what she felt could never be long enough, she forced herself to get up. He watched her mischievously as she dressed in front of him. She felt her cheeks warming again, he was so hot.

‘I’m going to fix some food, would you like anything? Do you even need to eat?’

‘I don’t need to, I can survive off blood, but food does nourish me, especially when I don’t feed as often as I should. So yes, please, I would like some food.’ He said with a smile.

Sarah just made a couple of sandwiches and a small salad to share, opened some wine and fetched glasses. Daniel came in and sat at the table, watching her as she poured their drinks. He raised his glass ‘Cheers’.

‘To what may I ask?’ said Sarah.

‘To us, to staying strong, to sorting out this mess.’

Sarah clinked his glass and tucked in. Her sandwich was simple but tasty, she hadn’t realized how hungry she was. Images from earlier in the woods flicked back to her mind, but she pushed them away. If she let them in she would lose it all over again. No. That couldn’t happen. If she let them in she wouldn’t be able to plan. She wouldn’t be able to sort out the mess at all. And she had to do something, otherwise she was in danger - it was likely her whole family was in danger. And the town?

‘What was it you said the night we met? Something about writing a book about vampires invading our town? Was that true, are you writing a book? Or were you testing me?’

‘I admit it, I’m not writing a book. It’s partly my cover story, and partly I wanted to see how you would react - to the idea of the supernatural.’

‘But when you said about invading our town, did you say it because you think this town is being invaded? And who is it that you’re following?’

‘I’m following Sebastian. I think he must have turned Jo. And killed, or turned, other people in this town who have been reported missing. Sebastian likes creating havoc. He is old, he’s wild, he finds fun in hurting people. He turned me.’

Daniel looked sad so Sarah interrupted ‘He hurt you too?’

‘Well yes, but it’s complicated. It was a long time ago. I never turned wild like him. He took things from me - my family, tormenting me, trying to make me act like him. It didn’t work though, he made me insanely angry, but at him, not at the world. I didn’t want to take it out on victims as he’d hoped. I wanted to destroy him. I do want to destroy him.’

‘Why haven’t you?’

‘He is substantially older