One Night in Paradise
by Dottie Taylor
word count: 500
When her shadow filled the alleyway, all laughter died. Laughter always died when she appeared....
As she entered the room, Elina gazed about her, grinning wickedly. “Come, children, what's this?” She brushed her fingertips across the naked expanse of flesh nearest her, an arm which led to a massive chest. Gooseflesh raised either from excitement or fear, both were good. “We're having a party, are we not?”
A forced laughter filled the room, fear had been ignited, the fear of being chosen, the fear of being forgotten.
Elina hungered deep in her core, she scented the air, looking for the tastiest morsel. Her gazed locked on the piercing blue blaze across the room, hers for the taking. She continued her way around the room, caressing each body in her path, but she wanted none.
Elina smiled sweetly as she stopped in front of blue eyes, drawing his hand to her breast, and tugged. “Come with me.” She whispered and the stranger came willingly, unable to break his gaze since Elina had entered the room.
“Your name?” Elina always liked to remember the essence of each she took, it made the experience much more exhilarating, especially when horror blossomed in their eyes.
“Galen,” he murmured as she pulled him down the hall into another room, plusher than the one before. She pushed him into the cushioned sofa, her fingers stroking his smooth flesh as buttons came undone, placing her full red lips against it's pale warmth. She felt his blood pulsing, heard his heart racing, saw his veins throbbing. He was a treat for the senses, she couldn't wait to taste him. She plundered his mouth with kisses, tongues twining.
Galen glanced down at the beauty before him, heart in his throat, a tightness below his belt, needing release, and then Elina's hand was there, easing the zipper down. He groaned as he leaned his head back and his body sprang to life. Elina's lips traced over and around, and Galen shook with excitement.
“Beg me, Galen.” Elina demanded, she didn't so much as glance at him, if fear came too quickly, she couldn't savor it.
Galen begged for release as Elina found his pulse point, where the richest blood flowed heavy with desire, and plunged, pulling each swallow deeply, not disappointed.
Galen shuddered, his release came easily as did his death. Did she want to keep him? Elina considered, shrugged, and placed her bloodied lips upon his, giving back some of what she'd taken. Galen stirred beneath her lips, and the night began again.
I know, I don't do naughty, but there's a little naughty here, lol, just a tiny bit. AmyC has been after me to try it out, see if I can be a little naughty as well as my love for the dark! Slightly naughty, check (I'm blushing at home, thankfully only my laptop can see!)
So, if you'd like to add your voice to Sassy Brit's Sunday Story Starter, click here. Thanks Sassy for some Sunday morning fun!