Adonis

I asked for my own blond and blue master vampire to play with for the holidays, but alas, t’was not to be. So… instead I play with Asher who belongs to Ms. Hamilton. This chapter is just an intro, so don’t despair at it’s briefness. More to come. Asher is just too fun a toy to play with only once! : )

In Sleep’s Embrace

Tall, golden-haired and with eyes the color of robin’s eggs, he came to her dreams each night. Vaguely, she would be aware of the shimmering Adonis in the darkness, just beyond the candle’s reach. He would walk around her, appraising her in an ever narrowing circle, revealing more of himself with each step, until all of his golden beauty was alight. Even the candle’s flame seemed seduced by his presence. She watched the skin at his throat, entranced by the hills and valleys created by the flickering light. He would reach out, lightly running his fingertips along her arms as he came ever closer. She would stand in her thin nightshift, eyes closed, unmoving and tremble with anticipation, praying for his lips on her skin.

As if knowing what she craved, he stepped closer and would breathe in the lavender scent that clung to her hair. The scent always became stronger when she grew aroused, the lavender released by the heat of her flushing skin. His hair trailed along her collarbone when he would lean in to her and brush her lips with his. She felt her pulse, beating just below the thin layer of pink skin at her wrist. She knew that he could hear her heartbeat. And that thought excited her.

His eyes were like wine, both unsteadying and intoxicating. His azure gaze drew her inside of himself, allowing her to glimpse the pleasure he held for her. Then he would murmur against her mouth “Let me taste you.”, causing her head to swim. She would push her soft hands into the golden cascade of his hair and let him consume her lips.

Higher and higher they climbed and all of her skin tingled with life. She felt as if they began to breathe as one, that every beat of their hearts were simultaneous. He would break the kiss and begin to glide his lips across her ears and jaw. Always, when she was lost to the heady aftermath of his kiss, she barely registered the sharp scraping she felt as he licked and nibbled the skin at her neck.

That’s when Julianna bolted upright in bed, a sheen of sweat on her brow. Every morning for the past week, she had awoken this way. Each time with the sensation of his lips still lingering on her flesh. As her body cooled she could once again feel the chill in the February air. For reasons unknown to her, her eyes were always drawn to her bedroom window as she snuggled back under the quilts.

Every time she saw her golden dream visitor, she became more confused, more frightened and more intrigued. But this last morning, when she awoke, Julianna felt a definite loss. Almost as if she was accustomed to a husband’s presence and waking up to discover their bed empty. But Julianna had been living alone ever since her mother died, and had never lived with a man, let alone one so intoxicatingly handsome as the man in her dreams.

Julianna wondered: “How can you miss a beautiful stranger whom you’ve never met?”