Dark Prince

As I sit and write at my desk...my eyes keep drifting to the candle in front of me..looking at the flame and wishing...waiting for my dark prince to come. Wanting him to come and claim me for his own. Wanting him to come and take me away with him. I write about him at night when I sit alone. Hoping my wanting him enough will bring him to me.

The window is open to my room...and a cool breeze is blowing in and swirling the flame around on the candles that are lit around me...not enough to blow them out... just enough to make them dance about and cause the room to look as though is it alive and full of shadows.

I continue writing and I let my mind wander...suddenly a stronger wind blows through my room and extinquishes my candles...all but one. As I turn I see him standing there in the window. Silently watching me..beckoning me. I close my eyes, sure it is a dream again. A vision like so many before of a lonely wandering mind. But when I open them he is still there.

I rise from my chair and approach him slowly. Afraid to touch him for fear he will disappear. I reach out to him and place my hand on his chest. He takes my hand and pulls me to him...holding me close. I lift my face up to gaze into his eyes and with a hand behind my head he pulls me close for a kiss. Oh...when our lips touch...finally touch. I have dreamed of his lips on mine for so long. He kisses me tenderly at first and as our passion rises our kiss becomes more urgent. Our tongues dancing against one another. I feel his hands move across my back and up where he slides the straps from my gown off my shoulders and lets my gown fall away from me... I want the kiss to last forever..but he ends it long enough to reach down and lift me to him. He carries me to my bed and lays me down gently.

He looks down at me and his dark eyes are full of the same passion I feel for him. He slips his shirt off and lies down beside me. Kissing my face, my neck, my shoulders...my soft moans the only sound in the room. I feel his lips on my breasts and my moans grow louder. His hands exploring my body...sending shivers through me...he knows I want him to make love to me. I want to feel him inside me..I want him to release me. I want him to take me completely and make me his. I want to belong to him.

As he lifts himself up and over me our eyes meet and he knows I'm ready for him. I want to feel his passion, his hunger. I feel him enter me...and our bodies begin to move together...slowly and passionately...our pleasure building together. My pleasure all consuming...taking my voice except for my moaning...I can form no words to tell him how I feel...but he knows. As I near the moment of my release our movements become more precise...more deliberate...as i call his name out loud and let my pleasure take me I feel his teeth sink into my breast. The pain so sweet... I cry out as my pleasure is intensified...it's almost more than I can bear. When he has had his fill of me he allows his pleasure to take him and I feel his body tense. Oh, the pleasure he makes me feel. No other will ever do after my Dark Prince. I tell him I want him to make me his...but he just whispers 'soon my love, soon' ...he kisses me and his hands begin to move over me again. He kisses me tenderly all across my face,light feathery kisses across my neck, down my shoulders. He kisses each breast...nibbling softly on my hardened nipples. Oh, my Prince...please...make me yours tonight. His tongue traces lightly down my stomach and across to my thigh...he licks down the inside of my thigh and my moans are all that's heard again as my pleasure mounts...anticipation causing me to tremble under his touch. He moves his mouth to me and begins to caress me with his tongue...knowing just the right places to bring me to the edge again quickly. As my pleasure builds, I feel it take me like a wave washing over me...I am aware of nothing else...just his tongue on me and the pleasure that takes me away. As my orgasm hits its peak I feel his teeth sink into the inside of my thigh. The intensity of him taking blood from my vein causes me to lose all sense of where I am and what is happening. The pleasure is all consuming and I am lost to it for many minutes. He holds me close to him till I can again speak. I ask him to let me also take his blood into my mouth so I will belong to him completely... but he smiles and tells me I have to be patient. After a few minutes he kisses my eyes and I fall asleep...

When I finally open my eyes again I am alone... the only movement other than my breathing is the candle's reflection on the wall. I reach over and feel for his warmth on the bed beside me but feel none...I close my eyes and reach down to my breast to feel the bite he left..but there is nothing...I begin to cry softly...knowing I was alone and only imagined him like so many nights before. One night he will come for me...one night my Dark Prince will come and take me away and when he does I'll be waiting...I'll be waiting...