for so long.” His presence slides over me, velvety soft, seductive, as the flowers around us. “I want you, Samantha. My love isn’t gentle. It’s cruel, selfish, and demanding. It’s the way of my kind. A dangerous combination when it comes to one as delicate as you.” Sparks of gold, from the candles around us, are reflected in his heavy-lidded eyes. Skeletal theme of his make-up making him look dangerous and baneful.
His kiss grazes to my jaw, causing my mouth to tremble. Tugging the front of my dress down my arms, the stretch lace of my bra goes with it. My bare breasts spill over the top into wicked masculine fingers. Shaping my nipples, he teases them into hard, needy peaks.
Moaning in pleasure, I find the hem of his shirt. My hands greedily caress the sharp muscled planes of his abs. I’m lost in a swirl of lust. Aching inside for his ultimate possession.
Rafe’s lips discover the sensitive hollow of my throat. We tumble onto the cushions, him laying on top of me, the fullness of his arousal hard against my belly through his trousers.
Hand brushing over the narrowness of my hip, it curves around to cup the softness of my bottom. Thoughts vanish, and only sensations remain. Dipping his head, he takes one beaded nipple into his hot and hungry mouth. Teeth graze my sensitive flesh as he sucks and licks. Tangling my fingers in his silky hair, I keep him prisoner there.
“You set this old soul alight. Bring new life to the emptiness,” Rafe mutters, his voice oddly thick against the curve of my breast.
I’m wet and frantic. A wild thrumming beating within me to feel his cock. As if sensing my desire, Rafe’s hand trails and up my skirt to touch my dampness.
Arching into the touch as his finger dips between my nether lips, a mewl escapes my throat.
Rearing up, the hardness of his hips burrows between the softness of my thighs as he pushes up the hem of my dress to the tops of my thighs.
I gasp as my panties are torn from my body. Again, I try to bring my mouth to his, but he avoids the kiss, unbuckling his belt and shucking his trouser and underwear down. Rafe’s cock is hard and long as it bobs free between us. Moving over me, he enters my body in one single powerful thrust.
My helpless cry of pleasure rings out in the intimate confines of his studio. It’s not the gentle coupling I’ve been expecting. There’s something animalistic, primal in the way he takes me. Dark and enthralling.
Whimpering, moaning, I cling tightly to his shoulders. It’s as if he’s possessed. He claims me, pounding into me until it borders on the point of pain. Rafe’s lips finally crash down on mine. Electric, delicious, liquid lightening. It’s a full on open-mouthed kiss, our tongues duelling for dominance.
I’m drowning in the taste of him. It’s as if he’s pulling the breath from my lungs with each seducing thrust of his tongue. Sipping on my soul like it’s the coca cola and rum in my cup. A wave of weakness hits me.
“No.” Hands on his muscular chest, I push him off me, scrambling from beneath him. Butt hitting the wooden floor, I scoot backward, grabbing my bag where it’s been discarded in our carnal frenzy. What’s left of my panties are a torn wisp of silk between.
The delicate budded petals of the white rose are now stained red. It almost looks as if there are drops of crimson blood, glossy and fresh in the candlelight.
Rafe is still kneeling on the couch. Curly hair messy around his slim cheekbones, the eyes that stare back at me though the loose strands are glowing and otherworldly. A vacuum sucking in all the light and warmth arounds us. Moving slowly, he pulls up his trousers, covering himself and buttoning them up. “Why do you deny me?”
Hand pressed to my trembling lips, I can still feel the iciness of his. When he rises elegantly to his stand, panic explodes inside me. On shaking legs, I scurry to my feet and hurry to the stairs. Down the steps, I rush along the corridor and into the club.
It’s then the deafening ominous silence registers. Glancing around, I see the people eerily still. Rock-like mannequins. They’re waxen flesh white in the subdued light.
“Rosa di sanguine. Rosa di sanguine. Rosa di sanguine.” They begin to chant. Beside the table, Micah raises the beer in his hand in a silent