Sara's Seduction

Danielle Devon

SARA’S SEDUCTION

By Danielle Devon

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Danielle Devon

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She knew she was alone. She knew the apartment was empty. The doors were locked, the windows closed. What madness was it that had her reeling with hunger in one moment and fearful for her life in the next? She knew him to be the reason. It was the only explanation. For it all had begun the moment she’d stepped into his world. Oh, he had been beautiful…painfully alluring. She had desired him so that it had hurt to breath. That was his weapon, those dark glinting eyes. That wicked little smile. She admitted it was her own lust, her own foolishness that had led her to him. And she knew she was doomed to pay for that mistake till the end of her days. She feared the end was too quickly approaching. These days her body ached as if prematurely warped with age, and the pounding behind her eyes nearly made her head explode. She felt a slow and steady decline into the mad world in which she once eagerly embraced. She thought of him now, a mix of lust and dread. Dear Lord, she desired him still. She slipped into bed, snuggled against a tattered old quilt and was startled to find a soft throbbing, building between her thighs. Was this her hell? Was this everlasting damnation? To desire the one thing that seeks to destroy you? She could hear him calling to her, each time she closed her eyes. That haunting, mournful voice that echoed in her mind. She wanted to answer him, more than anything, she longed to call out his name. But she held back, for she knew that to invite him was to seal her own fate. *** Hidden deep in the shadows of a moonless night, he waited, silently watching the soft glow of light filter through her window. He noticed she’d taken to sleeping with the light on. Afraid some creature was going to swoop in and snatch her from her bed. The faintest hint of a smile curled on his lips, but it vanished quickly as he could spare no care for amusements. His thoughts ran much too dark this night. He needed one thing and one thing only. And with every empty moment that past, desire escalated and control slipped. Soon, it would have to be soon, as every maddening minute that passed without her sent a fresh bolt of pain driving through his body.

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Sara’s Seduction For nearly three nights Julian had endured this torture. Three nights since he’d taken her to his bed, three nights since he’d last touched her, three nights since he’d last tasted her. He thought of the first time he’d savored her with the crystal clear recollection of a mind that held a centuries worth of memories… “Turn around,” he said softly. Her silhouette was caught in the glow of the moonlight so that she looked like something from a dream. She was dressed only in a short leather skirt, a black bra and a several strands of silver chains. She was more beautiful to him than anything he had ever known, like the visions of eternal sunrise he remembered so longingly from hundreds of years before. She turned slowly, her body on display. Yes, she was a beautiful creature, so soft, so stunning, so…human. “Slip from your skirt.” Her fingers found the zipper, and slowly she slipped the skirt from her hips. It fell to her feet and she toed it to the side. She wore nothing beneath. There was just that daring contrast of dark hair between soft, pale thighs. There were tiny goosebumps on her arms, not from any chill in the air, but from that lingering prick of apprehension slipping over her skin. “Good, good. Now the top,” he commanded. With trembling hands, she opened the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. She stood naked all but for the sparkling silver chains about her neck. He swept his gaze over her, taking in every inch of her delicate form. The hunger, the burning, spitting ache that lingered deep within consumed him. The centuries had not taught him much compassion, but they had taught him patience. “Good, now come towards me. Bend yourself across the bed so that I may better look upon you.” Quickly, she went to the bed and lay across it as he had bid. He could hear the soft, heavy breaths seeping from her throat. It was a sound that brought that maddening swirl of hunger to full force and the yearning digging deeper within. He rose then, picked up the crop that lay at his side and circled around her. Her tight little rump stuck up in the air. He stood very close behind her and parted her legs with his knee so that he could see the dark tuff of hair between her thighs. He drew the crop up and brought it down with such force upon her buttocks that she let out a sharp cry. He leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Mortal regrets have no place in our world. If you give, you must give yourself freely, without hesitation, and in the morning light you must never regret the pleasures of the night.” She nodded, brushing her cheek across the silky sheets of his bed. He cracked the whip across her pale flesh and again she cried out, a sharp little chirp that echoed in the vast room. He watched, the warm glow of desire spread across

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Danielle Devon his cool skin as a tear slipped down her cheek and splashed upon the bed. “Do you regret my love?” She shook her head and bit down upon her lip. As if she could keep herself from crying aloud with the shear force of her bite. “Good.” He ran the tip of the crop through his hand, delighting at the feel of the soft, supple leather against his skin. He could feel her desire seeping through her skin, feel the tremble in her body, and hear the thunderous drum of her heart. Again he brought the crop down upon her buttocks, the smack of leather against flesh, echoing into the silent room. When her buttocks had turned a bright pink, he laid the crop down beside her upon the bed and slipped his fingers between the soft folds of flesh between her legs. She was slick beneath his touch, so hot that it seemed to burn his fingers. He would have gladly seen all the flesh melted away from his bones just to spend a moment longer inside her. To feel that warm, silky wetness engulfed his fingers in a maddening circle. As she lay bent over the bed so that her redden buttocks lifted to the ceiling, he parted the soft lips of her flesh and touched a fingertip to that most precious nub. She let out a sharp cry that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but pleasure. Her body jerked and tensed in reflex, then relaxed as she ground her hips against the bed, inviting a deeper touch. As he gave her the touch she desired, she moaned deeply. The sound was as sweet to him as her cries of pain. He worked his fingers in slow, gentle circles delighting in her lovely ascent to euphoria. Faster and faster he gave to her, bringing her ever so close to the edge of orgasm that her body began to tremble with aching need. Then he brought her, swiftly, sweetly over that edge until she cried out for him. A hint of a smile curved on his lips as he watched her squirm against the bed. She moaned deeply as the warm pool of pleasure slipped over her and lingered just beneath her skin. He took her arm, turned her over to face him then skimmed his hand across her cheek, smearing the last traces of her lovely tears. She rolled onto her hip, brought her gaze up to meet his. He could see the dark-edged desire, stirring deep within those glassy pools and it made him want her all the more. “You are so beautiful my darling, do you know how beautiful you are?” “Yes, my love.” He cocked an eyebrow, delighted by her simple, candid answer. “Has my admiration brought you vanity?” The soft smile of adoration bloomed on her lips as she slipped her palm into his. She brought it to her lips, let it linger so that he could feel the heat of her kiss radiate through his hand. She looked up at him under thick, dark lashes over their joined hands. “I am beautiful because my master wishes me to be.”

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Sara’s Seduction How he adored her. How he longed for her. And tonight, tonight he would finally taste her. “Sara, my love.” She brought her lips to his; brushing them ever so softly against his cool skin that it ignited the embers of his hunger. “Make me yours forever,” She whispered in a soft, trembling voice that made him near mad with the sweetness of it. He could no longer deny her anymore than he could deny himself lifegiving blood. Control was no longer within his grasp as he hungered for her so completely. He tilted her head and swept back her dark hair so that the long slope of her neck was exposed for him. He could see the vein, that soft throbbing line of life just below the surface of her pale skin. He could smell the blood, like the wine of gods and devils, there could be nothing sweeter. He brought his lips to her neck, kissed her so softly that it left nothing more than the faintest hint of heat. Then his lips curled back, revealing lethal, white fangs. He sunk them into her neck, felt the skin break beneath his lips. As the warm salty blood touched his tongue, he found mind-numbing bliss. Beneath her window, he could feel that deep stirring once again. Three days it had been and he could think of nothing more. She had infected him just as he had infected her. He’d given her the gift of change, while she’d cast a spell on him so that he could desire no other. How long would she deny him? He couldn’t tell, for there was too much distance between them to feel her. But he knew he could take no more. He looked to her window, could see nothing more than the play of shadows and faint light. If there was a hell, living without her had seen him to it. *** “I’m coming my love; you can deny me no longer.” Sara’s eyes flew open. She strained to make out the figures of her environment, but could see only darkness. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as the voice lingered in her thoughts. Slowly her eyes adjusted, and the simple lines of her bedroom came into focus. Pine shelves were lined with books, a desk stood silently in the corner. Her closet doors were half open, just as she had left them. The dusty hope chest, her mother had given her, lay tucked away against the wall. She scanned the room; everything was in place, just as she had left it. Except- her breath caught in her throat as a gentle breeze lifted the dark drapes covering her window. Except for the window. She threw the blanket from her body and jumped up from the bed. She slammed it shut with a powerful heave. Sara closed her eyes and tried to push back the lump that was rising in her throat as a solitary tear slipped down her cheek.

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Danielle Devon How could she have been so stupid? How could she have forgotten to close the window? Sara felt every muscle in her body tighten as a hand slipped over the flat of her stomach. Slowly her eyes opened as she stared out the darkened window. She knew he was there. She didn’t have to look, to know. She could feel him… not only his hand upon her stomach, but his presence within her soul. His hand slipped around to her side and he turned her slowly toward him. Sara’s gaze rose to meet his cold, dark eyes as his fingers found the buttons on her nightshirt. Wordlessly, he pealed the soft cotton fabric back to reveal her silky skin beneath. Sara let her eyes fall closed once again as his hand rose to caress her breast. The familiar flash of desire shot through her in violent waves. As he toyed with her nipples and nipped at her neck, she wanted only him, feared only him. She could feel the change stirring within her, the deepening darkness of change that he’d begun days before. Her whole body ached and in that moment all she wanted was for him to complete her. “Take me,” she whispered. There was no tenderness, no affection, just the raw-edged ache of lust and hunger. And in that moment, Julian wanted only her. He swung her into his arms, carried her across the room and tossed her upon the bed. He towered above her like a demon commanding an army of shadows. As she lay sprawled on the bed, she looked up at him through heavy lashes. Her breath came in long, heavy waves as need pulsed through her veins. She trailed her hands along the curves of her body. Enjoying the feel of her own skin. “Take me,” she repeated as her hand dipped between her thighs. “Make what you want me to be.” He watched her a moment longer, enjoying the way she moved against the bed. Her body was so completely alive. The smell of her blood, of her arousal, seeped out to thicken the air around them. He stepped forward, slowly trailing a hand along her thigh as her moans filled the silence around them. Her skin glowed erotically under the pale light of the moon. She slipped a hand under the blue patch of fabric around her hips, longing to be touched. He knelt before her, spread her legs and nipped at her inner thigh. She worked her fingers in slow, soft circles as he trailed his tongue up her thigh and sent little pulses of electricity running ramped through her body. Her thoughts were clouded by a deep hunger, her senses overwhelmed by the irresistible smell of night on his skin. He was everything she needed, everything she feared and she wanted nothing more than to give herself completely to him. His hand rose to pull back the thin scrap of satin, revealing her soft, delicious pink flesh beneath. He let his fingers skim her flesh, barely a touch, barely a caress. He enjoyed the way she arched against him, her legs opening

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Sara’s Seduction further as her hands roamed her body. She was beautiful, sensual, with her long dark hair and soft pale skin. Her eyes were closed. Her lush lashes fluttering as heat rose in her cheeks to color her skin. He could have watched her forever, but his own dark, stirring hunger grew with each passing moment. He brought his lips to her, down to that sweetest of spots between her thighs. She smelled of a garden at midnight and as he flicked his tongue across her, he discovered she tasted just as sweet. His lips were soft, his mouth so painfully warm. He kissed her deeply at first then softly in a tease. An animal-like hunger exploded inside her as he drew her closer to the edge of ecstasy time and time again. She reached out for him, dug her nails into his flesh and thrust her hips forward. She was reaching higher, the ache, the need; the suffocating pleasure was driving her to the point of insanity. She rocked back and forth against his mouth, then her whole body shuttered. Her shrill cries filled the room as he lapped up every drop she had to give. Sara slowly opened her eyes and brought her gaze to meet his. He was staring, dark and intensely. It only made her want him more. She reached out and trailed her fingers along his lips. But the silence that grew between them gave her head a moment to clear from the dizzying cloud of bliss. She glanced about the room. The moon still rode high in the sky, yet shadows seemed to engulf her. She saw the white flash of fang and felt the tingle of fear run up her spine. His hand rose to brush away the tear that had trickled down her face. The dark aching change within her threatened to drive her mad. For she was turning to his world, infected by his bite but a few nights ago. The strange sensation, a slow, insane death was closing in upon her and she knew he was her only escape. “Finish what you have begun. I can no longer live in this half world, somewhere between life and death.” Sara bent her head to the side. Her long dark hair fell away, exposing the soft curves of her neck and the faint blue vein that throbbed beneath her skin. Julian seemed to consider her request, or perhaps he simply desired to linger in her plea. Whatever his reasons, he paused. Holding her prisoner to her own desperate desires. “Life and death is not to be taken so lightly.” “Death is inevitable. You have already made the choice with your first bite as even now I can feel my body dying.” “No, the choice is not made, nor should it be made for another.” “You offer me death or death. I have no choice.” “Ah… but you do. I can let you die, here upon this bed, to forever rest eternal. Or I can bring you life anew. Eternal life, eternal darkness and eternal love at my side.” Sara drew in a deep breath that sent a shutter to ripple through her body. There seemed but one obvious answer to his question. Wasn’t this what she had

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Danielle Devon wanted? Wasn’t this the reason she’d courted him, a dark devil of the night? Hadn’t she sought to leave the waking world behind, to enter the night’s realm and walk in the shadows unnoticed? Perhaps now it all seemed like some childish fantasy as the reality of death and immortal unrest was far more fearful than she once had imagined. But she’d walked into his world, invited his kiss, and now she must live with the choice she had made. The thought of walking by his side, forever devoted to her master and maker was more appealing than she cared to admit. And though she’d had her fill of the raw and heartless living world, the thought of walking away from everything she’d ever know was truly frightening. Her silence seemed to frustrate him as she watched Julian’s jaw tighten. “Perhaps you desire does not run as deep as you once thought.” “My desire is not the question.” He shook his head and traced a finger over her soft lips. “Still so attached to your mortal virtues. Come with me my love, let me open the dark world to you. Let me show what it is to live in the shadows. Let me give you my love for all eternity.” He kissed her then, a soft kiss that held only a subtle hint of demanding. Sara felt her body weaken, her mind cloud with the passion that he stirred to life within her. Yes, there was but one answer. Perhaps there had only ever been one answer. Perhaps this had been fate’s ultimate desire. “Show me,” she whispered. “Let me walk with you forever.” Julian bit down upon his own wrist, breaking the skin under sharp fangs. He trailed his finger along the wound, then brought it to her lips to taste. Within the span of a heartbeat his wound had healed, and Sara drew his finger into her mouth. She lingered in the metallic taste of his blood, and as she swallowed the first drops of his life, she felt a dark fog of contentment settle over her. She reached out, buried her hands in his dark hair and dragged him down to her. As his lips pressed against her, she bit down eagerly upon his mouth and felt the skin break beneath her bite. Blood filled her mouth as his tongue danced wildly over hers. And as he bit down upon her, mixing her blood with his, she felt the hunger rage inside her. And there in the silence of her own room, she drank of the vampire blood and began her journey into his dark world. Julian pulled away as her body began to shutter, and as he watched her die, he ran his fingers through her dark hair.

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A mere thousands of miles away from her little apartment and the mortal life she once held, Sara felt as though she’d traveled a lifetime. From the window of his manor upon the dark shores of a restless sea, she watched the play of moonlight against waves with new eyes. Eyes that saw as clearly as day within the darkness hours of night. She could smell the scents of mortal servants stirring about his house, their sweet wine of life calling to her in every moment. She desired only to feed, to make love to her master and take in the dark world she’d been born into. Julian moved in behind her, fit his body closely to her. He swept her hair back, brought his lips to her neck and kissed slowly with cool lips. He could hear her heartbeat quicken. Could feel the warmth of desire seep over her body, crawling down her skin as he nipped gently at her ear. He wanted and he needed so that every muscle within his body ached fiercely. He pressed deeply against her and she met his movement with a soft moan. Her eyes fell closed as he trailed a finger along the slope of her neck, watched with dark hunger as the blood rushed eagerly through her veins. He nearly took her then, but there was so much more he wanted. Slowly he released the buttons of her shirt, pulling back the folds; he caught the reflection of her milk white skin in the window. He trailed his hand along the length of her arm; let his fingers graze the side of her breast. As she drew in deeply against his lingering touch, his body seemed more alive than it had ever been. Electricity seemed to seep from her body, and he drank in the pure heat of it. His fingertips found her nipples and they hardened instantly at his touch. He watched her reflection in the window as he rubbed the pebbles between his fingers. The rush of pleasure, that quick flinch of enjoyable pain, flashed across her poetic face. Her breath was heavy and her lips parted as he covered her breast with his palm. He turned her to face him then. His lips skimmed across hers, barely tasting, barely touching even as he desired more. She pressed herself against him, her bare breasts soft and warm against his chest. He nipped at her lip, smiled secretly to himself as she whimpered in pleasure. Then he drew his arms around her and pulled her into a deep and intoxicating kiss. Her tongue darted over his in maddening circles. He drove his

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Danielle Devon tongue deep inside, drinking in the sweetness of her taste. Even as he kissed her his hands found their way to the button on her jeans and he dreamed of tasting her. The button came away with little effort and he pulled back to slowly inch her jeans from her waist. Beneath she wore a simple pair of white lace panties, he couldn’t have asked for anything better. He helped her step from her jeans and then kissed her again as he traced his fingers between her legs. She was warm to the touch and he could feel the dampness seeping through the thin lacy fabric. That sweet musky scent of feminine arousal filled the air about him, recharging his senses. She pressed herself against him as his fingers dipped beneath the fabric to touch her. A deep moan escaped her lips and her head fell back against his shoulder as he skimmed his fingers along her skin. She nearly fell forward, her fingers digging deep into his flesh as he massaged in gentle circles, bringing her to a quick and sudden climax right where they stood. But he was far from over; he had much more to give. He kissed her again softly, looked deep into her eyes and smiled at the far off glow of pleasure that lit them. He slid the shirt from her and tugged at the panties until they ripped in two. Her clothes fell in a lifeless lump at her feet and he took a step back to let his gaze skim her body. She was beautiful, a true angel on earth and had he the heart he would have wept for her beauty. In the pale glow of the moonlight, she ran her hands along her body. “Do I please you?” He smiled slowly; let his tongue darted across his lips. “You are all that I ever dreamed of.” She smiled, a slow sexy smile that had him reaching for her and scooping her into his arms. He laid her gently on the bed, his own body shivering with the carnal desire that plagued him. She wove her fingers in his hair, drew his lips to hers and devoured him in a kiss. He was thrilled as her hands grew eager, touching and taking as she pleased. He lost himself in her scent. She unbuttoned his pants, slipped her hand beneath them and took the hard length of him in her hand. He nearly let out a moan as she touched him softly, stroking her hand gently along his shaft. It was madness...a blind, white-hot madness he had never felt before. Impatient and raw, he drug down his pants and thrust deep inside her. She cried out in as he dove within her then settled into his steady rhythm, meeting him as he plunged in and out of her in desperate need. His mind began to swim and the hunger grew deep inside him. She pumped her hips, slamming herself against him until she dug her nails deep into his flesh, screamed out his name, and shuddered into a string of orgasms.

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Sara’s Seduction He thrust himself deeper and as she called out again, he let the hunger take over and he sunk his fangs into her neck. As the warm salty blood touched his tongue, he found mind-numbing bliss. *** A thick fog settled in, blanketing the coast in a damp haze. Moonlight filtered softly through the mist, fading quietly away into dark corners. The stars were hidden behind the clouds and in the distance, a lone seagull called out to the night. Sara dropped the heavy drapes, covering the window once again. Though she did not turn away. “I’m hungry.” “Of course my love.” Sara ran her hand along the curtain, the velvety fabric slid between her fingers. She turned and dragged her tired body to the sofa and slumped down into the starched fabric. A cool draft wafted through the room, sending a shiver running through her body. As her gaze drifted upward to her lover, she felt the fire begin to burn deep within her stomach again. It sizzled and spit and whirled in feverish circles, sending a wave of dizziness crashing over her. Her hand rose to her temples, long slender fingers buried within her hair. She felt the sofa sink, shifting under Julian's weight. She did not look up, afraid to even open her eyes. “You must not fight it my love. Soon you will learn to appreciate it, even desire it, like you welcome the burning between your thighs from a caress.” Sara shook her head. The heat was rising faster, coursing through her body in crashing waves. Her hands trailed down her throat, her fingers tingling above the pulsing vein. Darkness was closing in, surrounding her, threatening to suffocate her. “No,” she whispered. “Relax my love. Breath deep. You must learn to control it, less it will control you.” Julian’s hand rose to trace slow, soft circles along her back. His hand was cool against her burning flesh. Her breath came in short, ragged spurts. She tucked her head down, burying her face within her hands. “Please,” she whispered in a muffled cry. “Control my love. You must learn control.” Slowly her breathing labored, and while the fire still burned fiercely within her body, her mind began to clear. Finally, she brought her head up and opened her eyes. Julian’s concentrated gaze was set upon her and she met his stare. She let him look inside; let him see she had the control that she so desperately needed to cling to. Julian’s hand rose to summon the young man that waited in the shadows. He stepped forward as commanded. His sculptured young body glistened with a fine film of sweat. His dark thick hair was rustled and his eyes were glazed in a drug-induced stare. He knelt before her and Sara gingerly reached out for him. She ran her fingers through his hair, trailed sharp nails along his neck and over his

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Danielle Devon shoulder. She pressed her palm flat against his chest. A smile rose on her plump, pink lips as his heart drummed an erratic beat beneath her touch. Slowly her hand slid back up his arm, to his shoulder finally resting on his neck once again. Her grip tightened like a steel vise, her nails driving deep within his flesh and sending small rivers of blood running down her hand. The deep, musty aroma filled the air and charged the fires burning within her stomach. She inhaled, breathing in the heavy scent and filling her lungs. Slowly, she bent his head, exposing the rope-like veins beneath his flesh. She could hear his heartbeat and the rush of blood that flowed like a steady stream. She brought her lips to his neck, opened her mouth and let her tongue dart across his slick skin. She kissed his neck, sucking sweetly, taking flesh between her teeth. She pulled back, her grip upon his blood-soaked neck released. He moaned deeply, wrapped his hands about her head and pulled her lips to his neck once again. Sara sucked in a deep breath and sunk her fangs deep within his flesh. As the feast of blood coursed through her body, she pulled away from her victim. Her eyes fell closed as she lingered in the new sensation of the feed. It was feeling she welcomed, one she craved more than any lost mortal desire. The memories of the waking world were already beginning to fade and Sara could scarcely remember ever feeling so at peace yet so consumed by need. Julian slipped a finger beneath her chin and turned her to face him. He licked away the drop of blood that trickled from the corner of her lips. “You are complete my love.” Sara opened her eyes and met his dark gaze; she could see century’s worth of hunger and desire. She smiled; her lips curling back to reveal a lethal hint of fang. “Come my love, the night awaits us.”

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Author Bio

By day, Danielle is an at-home mom tending to her two adorable children. By night she transforms into an erotic romance novelist, penning steamy tales of the darker side of romance. She looks forward to captivating audiences with her brand of romance with bite for years to come. See other works from this author at www.venuspress.com

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