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Do hope you enjoy it!</div> <div> <B>©2002 Kate Douglas</B></div> <div> <B>Reprint rights only with written permission from the author.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>Welcome Aboard</B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Kate Douglas</B></I></div> <bR> <div> The vampire Gabriel blended back into the shadows, the scent of blood thick in his nostrils...thick and <I>familiar.</I> <I>Ah...</I>he'd fed from this one before. A bit more alcohol content in the blood than he preferred, but at least this victim's veins were always full, his fleshy body bursting with the life-giving elixir Gabriel required.</div> <div> He'd not had to worry about over-indulging, not with this one. No...at least with dear Mr. Roche, the meal was always filling, if unexciting.     </div> <div> Gabriel had gone a long time without excitement.</div> <div> He sighed and allowed the drunken slob to pass safely by his hiding place. The need was not yet strong enough to merely search for sustenance. Somewhere there must be <I>something</I> more appealing.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>* * * * *</B></div> <div> "Welcome aboard, Ms. Small." Robert Vasquez, manager of the Lonely Hearts Hotel grabbed Barbi's hand in a firm grasp. When he shook her arm, her entire body swayed with it. </div> <div> She really needed to eat something.</div> <div> "We'll expect you to start at seven tomorrow morning. Please see Scott, the bellboy, for your uniform and equipment."</div> <div> Before Barbi could reply, a commotion in the lobby grabbed the man's attention. She was left standing in his office, her tattered carry-all looped over her shoulder, feet aching and stomach grumbling.</div> <div> "You Ms. Small?"</div> <div> "Uhm, yes. Yes, I am." She blinked at the freckle faced youngster peering around the door frame. He couldn't be more than fifteen or so.</div> <div> "I'm Scott, the bellboy. Mr. Vasquez said you needed a maid's uniform."</div> <div> "To start," she muttered. </div> <div> "Excuse me?" Scott peered back over his shoulder, frowning as the volume of angry voices rose, Vasquez's soft voice obscured by another's drunken belligerence. Suddenly a door slammed and just as suddenly the noise faded. Scott shrugged his shoulders and stepped into the office. "Looks like Dinghy Don's had a bit too much too drink."</div> <div> "Dinghy Don?" Barbi shook her head. Not eating for forty-eight hours had a definite effect on the cognitive abilities.</div> <div> Scott laughed. "Donald Roche. He's a regular at the Lonely Hearts. One of his lady friends started calling him Dinghy Don...haven't got a clue why, but the name stuck. He's a jerk-one of those guys who's always lookin' for love in all the wrong places. "</div> <div> "Aren't we all," Barbi said. She squinted at the bellboy. Up close she could tell he was no teenager, though his size and build made him look terribly young. "You said you'd get me a uniform?" </div> <div> <I>And a bed. I'd really, REALLY like a bed....and maybe a meal?</I></div> <div> If she didn't find some place to sit down, Barbi was afraid she'd keel over in a dead faint. </div> <div> "Uhm...yeah." Slowly he looked her over, pausing in his perusal on her short skirt and again on her overly tight tank top, and frowned. "What size?</div> <div> Barbi frowned back. Wasn't it obvious? "Preferably a small, don't you think?"</div> <div> Muttering to himself before giving her breasts one last admiring look, the bellboy nodded and left the room.</div> <div> "Well, you're certainly a lot of help," she grumbled, not certain whether or not to follow him. After a moment's hesitation, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and walked out into the lobby. </div> <div> At least in that dippy red jacket he was easy to keep tabs on.</div> <div> Scott disappeared around a corner. </div> <div> Barbi hoisted her bad up on her shoulder and scrambled to keep up.</div> <div> She rounded the corner...and thumped into an immovable object the consistency of marshmallow.</div> <div> Her bag dropped to the ground.</div> <div> Pudgy little hands grabbed her arms, but the grossly overweight man she'd rammed into was barely able to keep himself upright, much less help Barbi.</div> <div> They teetered there, on the edge of balance. His foul, hot breath spewed across her face.</div> <div> "Oomph." Barbi shrieked and shoved.</div> <div> Swaying, his hands still clasping her arms in an iron-fisted grip, a look of drunken idiocy on his face, the man went over backwards.</div> <div> Barbi went with him.</div> <div> "Let me go!" She was surrounded by fat, her hips wedged between his pudgy thighs, her breasts smashed against his flabby belly.</div> <div> The man held on tighter. The foolish grin spread across his face.</div> <div> "My," he breathed, in an odd, high-pitched nasal twang. The nauseous reek of old beer assailed Barbi's olfactory system. "What have we here?"</div> <div> "Let. Me. Go. Now." She brought her knee up, aiming for his balls. The fat rolls in his thighs created a perfect barrier to her well-practiced thrust.</div> <div> Head spinning, Barbi tried to wriggle out of his grasp.</div> <div> He let go of her left arm and slapped his hand against her butt, his fat little sausage-like fingers pressing her even closer.</div> <div> She felt something small and lumpy thrust against her belly. </div> <div> <I>Nah...it couldn't be...it...</I>She wiggled again, just to be sure.</div> <div> <I>An erection? That's it?</I> <I>That's pathetic!</I></div> <div> She almost giggled. Would have if she wasn't so damned tired and hungry and pissed off with...</div> <div> "Let the lady go."</div> <div> The deep, melodious voice rolled over Barbi's frustrated struggle.</div> <div> The hands grasping her arm and pressing down on her butt suddenly let go.</div> <div> Another hand, fingers long and slim, nails perfectly manicured, gently grasped her upper arm and helped her to her feet.</div> <div> She managed a brief stumble, planting her sandal-clad foot directly on the fat man's crotch as she stood.</div> <div> He grunted and scooted away, scampering quickly to his feet and disappearing around the corner without a backward glance.</div> <div> Barbi turned to thank her rescuer, who still gently grasped her arm.</div> <div> She looked up...and up...and had to remember to breathe.</div> <div> Standing well over six feet tall and dressed entirely in black, the man tilted his head briefly as if he inspected her for injury, then, before she could utter a word, turned with a brief nod and left her standing alone in the hallway.</div> <div> There one minute, he was gone the next. She blinked, recalling clear, pale skin, a finely molded face of obvious eastern European descent, long black hair waving gently over sharp cheekbones and the bluest eyes she had ever seen.</div> <div> Yet he'd disappeared as if he'd never existed.</div> <div> She was still standing there, mouth hanging open, when Scott suddenly reappeared, holding a paper wrapped package under his arm.</div> <div> "I could only find one small uniform, but...are you okay?"</div> <div> "Hmm?" Barbi slowly emerged from her fog and stared at Scott. He stared back, his warm brown eyes showing the second sign of concern anyone had given her in days.</div> <div> First, of course, being that mysterious blue-eyed stranger.</div> <div> <I>Where in the hell did he go?</I></div> <div> "Did you see him?" She glanced over Scott's shoulder. Hadn't the stranger disappeared in the direction Scott had just come from?</div> <div> "See who?"</div> <div> "Tall, dark, mysterious...a man. You must have walked right past him." Once again Barbi swayed. Exhaustion was truly taking its toll.</div> <div> "Nope. Didn't see a soul. Hey, are you sure you're okay?" Scott lightly grasped Barbi's arm to steady her.</div> <div> "Okay?" Barbi's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I guess, if getting kicked out of my apartment when I couldn't pay the rent because my roommate skipped with my money, not eating for two days and then to have some drunken slob grope me right here in the hallway when I..."</div> <div> "Shit. Not the tall dark and mysterious guy?"</div> <div> Barbi wearily shook her head. "Short and fat...bad breath. Gross...looked like an overfed Adolf Hitler."</div> <div> "Ah...sounds like you had a run in with Dinghy Don. The idiot who was raising hell earlier? Mr. Vasquez thought he had him settled down for the night. Don't ever get in Don's way when he's been drinking. I don't know why they let him stay here, all the trouble he causes."</div> <div> <I>Dinghy Don? </I>Barbi remembered the hard little knot of an erection and almost giggled. At least now she had a good idea where he'd gotten the nickname!</div> <div> Scott gave Barbi's arm a friendly squeeze, then let her go. He sighed as he leaned over and grabbed her carry-all. "Do you need a place to stay?" When she nodded her assent, Scott glanced up and down the long hallway, then grabbed Barbi's arm again and dragged her toward the stairwell.</div> <div> "C'mon. I've got an idea."</div> <div> Bemused, Barbi followed him down the stairs, into the bowels of the building. Scott chattered continually. Barbi caught something about hidden rooms in the basement and old parts of the building and..."Scott?" She planted her feet and stopped. "Just where are you taking me?"</div> <div> "Mr. Vasquez wanted to move some old furniture into storage and had me bring it down here. I got to snooping around and realized this is part of the original foundation of the old hotel. It goes back to the early 1800's. There's a door that leads to a bunch of hidden rooms filled with old furniture, but I found one with a bathroom and running water and kind of set it up for a hide out...you know, when I want to sneak away on my own? It's not bad. I bet you could just move in here and no one would even know. I wouldn't bother you."</div> <div> Before Barbi had time to consider Scott's suggestion, he'd led her down a narrow corridor and opened a door into a very small but clean room. A rollaway bunk was shoved against one wall and a small table and chair filled most of the extra space.</div> <div> Clean bedding was stacked in the middle of the bed along with a pile of towels. A tiny refrigerator hummed from atop an old chest of drawers.</div> <div> It was absolutely perfect.</div> <div> "I'll help you make up the bed. Then I'll show you where the hotel kitchen is so you can grab a bite to eat."</div> <div> Nodding, stomach growling, Barbi grabbed one of the sheets.     </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>* * * * *</B></div> <div> Gabriel stretched out on the bed in his tiny basement room and brooded. Sounds of talking, muffled but still intelligible, drifted to him through the thin walls. First that young scamp of a bellboy, disrupting Gabriel's quiet with all his banging and clanging as he moved furniture into what had been, for at least the hundred years Gabriel had stayed here, a hidden portion of the basement. </div> <div> Now he clearly heard the voices of the bellboy and that woman in the room next door...</div> <div> <I>That woman. </I>He wondered what the hell she was doing down here. That in itself-the fact he remembered her-was unusual...he rarely met a woman interesting enough to recall. After so many hundred years, women tended to blend together, classified as either meal or fuck.      </div> <div> Something about the petite brunette captured his imagination. He'd spotted her immediately. Who wouldn't notice that long, dark hair or the sparkling green eyes? Not to mention the perfectly well-rounded body. Her breasts were surprisingly full for one so tiny-her gorgeous ass was smooth and round, a perfect handful for his long fingers.</div> <div> Oh, he'd definitely noticed her. Noticed her and immediately wanted to see more of her. The hunger she raised in him was only moderately tied to his need for blood.</div> <div> Gabriel rarely showed himself around the hotel, but somehow her predicament had touched a funny bone he'd thought long gone.</div> <div> She'd looked absolutely adorable, sprawled across that rude excuse for a human, her pert little ass wiggling as she struggled to get away. Gabriel closed his eyes and relived the moment as her skirt rode higher and higher with each tight little jiggle and grind-showing first the backs of her delectable knees, the smooth line of her thighs, then just a glimpse of the pink nylon panties she wore.</div> <div> He let his thoughts linger on that flash of pink, slowly stroking himself as he pictured the soft folds of flesh, the dark brush of curly hair that must lie hidden under the slick nylon as she'd struggled against the infamous Dinghy Don.</div> <div> He'd caught her errant thought, the moment she recognized the bump against her belly as the gentleman's erection.</div> <div> His very small erection.</div> <div> Gabriel grinned. He rubbed his own considerable length through the soft wool gabardine trousers he wore. He'd dressed with his flaccid penis down the left pants leg. Now his cock swelled and stretched with each gentle stroke. Thick and hard, before long it almost reached his knee.</div> <div> "If you nestled between my thighs, my little innocent, you would definitely know what surged against you." </div> <div> A door opened in the next room. The voices of the bellboy and the young woman faded in the distance. Gabriel willed his rampant erection to subside, then slowly stood and carefully arranged his clothing.</div> <div> It was time to hunt.</div> <bR> <div> <I>One week later...</I></div> <div> Barbi carefully folded her maid's uniform and hung it on a hook behind the bathroom door, then pulled a prepared salad and some cold slices of turkey out of the refrigerator, along with a bottle of chilled Chardonnay wine.</div> <div> She grabbed a wine glass she'd filched from the dining room and, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, sat down for dinner. </div> <div> "Here's to you, girl," she said, toasting herself and taking a sip of the wine. Other than a constant battle to avoid the persistent Mr. Roche, she'd had a wonderful week at the Lonely Hearts Hotel.</div> <div> Scott had told her she'd never be bored. He was right. Some of the things she'd turned over to the lost and found alone after cleaning rooms had been entertainment enough. Just thinking about the handcuffs, the silken whips and the endless supply of duct tape had kept her imagination in overdrive.</div> <div> "Just my luck," she muttered, taking a bite of salad, "the only men interested are a fat little guy who looks like an overweight Hitler and a bellboy with the personality of a cocker spaniel puppy."</div> <div> If only she could find the dark haired man of the sparkling blue eyes. She'd described him to Scott and her other co-workers, but no one recognized him. He'd begun to fill her every waking thought-he definitely owned her nights.</div> <div> Just last night, she'd awakened, the sense of him so strong she'd would've sworn he'd been beside her in the bed, stroking between her legs, his long fingers slick with her heat.</div> <div> Even now, when Barbi closed her eyes she felt those amazing fingers, stroking, rubbing, rolling her tight little clit between them, then thrusting deep inside. Moisture pooled between her thighs and she rubbed her butt against the wooden chair. </div> <div> Suddenly, her brassiere felt too tight. "What the hell..." Grinning, she took it off and flung it across the room where it landed on top of the bed. She stared at the bed a moment, willing it to stay flat. </div> <div> It had already folded up on her twice.</div> <div> There was absolutely nothing sexy about getting pretzeled in a hideaway bed.</div> <div> The bed remained a bed and Barbi's mind floated back to her fantasy lover.     </div> <div> She pictured his beautiful mouth and her nipples immediately stood rigid and erect in the cool air. Like a wine cellar, the hotel basement, built of native stone and buried deep in the ground, maintained a steady temperature. </div> <div> Unlike Barbi. Just thinking of her fantasy man made her hot. She plucked at one turgid nipple. She'd fantasized her mysterious lover's lips suckling that sensitive bit of flesh into a tight little peak.</div> <div> Suddenly she frowned. He hadn't suckled her nipple, no matter how brazenly she'd thrust it toward his lips.</div> <div> No...for some odd reason, he appeared to find her neck oddly erotic.</div> <div> Barbi grinned as she cleared up the remnants of her meal. "Damn, if it's my fantasy, I should be able to make him suck whatever I want."</div> <div> That thought followed her into the shower as she prepared for bed.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>* * * * *</B></div> <div> Gabriel sighed when he finally sensed the woman in the room next door. He hadn't experienced this marvelous, intense expectation for decades. He practically groaned as he visualized her. After eating she would bathe, her lush body sleek and wet beneath the steamy spray. He ground his teeth, imagining. His cock throbbed and a thick coil of need built deep in his belly.</div> <div> He'd actually watched her one night.</div> <div> She'd almost caught him.</div> <div> He chuckled to himself. Hell, he'd absolutely panicked when she'd suddenly shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. There he'd stood, brazen as hell in the doorway, his fingers wrapped around his stiff cock, pumping away with the vision of that sexy little body before him.</div> <div> Thank goodness she'd had the towel over her eyes. Gabriel would have had a hard time explaining his presence.</div> <div> The last three nights he'd gone to her. Taken her with his hands, tasted her with his mouth. He'd not satisfied his own lust. Nor had he tasted blood though her neck was absolutely delectable.</div> <div> No, for that he would wait at least one more night. </div> <div> He'd missed this sense of expectation. The burning lust consuming his thoughts, directing his nights. Missed it far too long.</div> <div> Savored it now.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>* * * * *</B></div> <div> Naked, Barbi crawled beneath the sheets with a tiny prayer that the bed not fold up on her tonight. Good lord but she'd had a long week! She loved her job, but that damned Don Roche was making her life miserable. She'd told Scott today she was almost sure the man was stalking her.</div> <div> Scott hadn't been a bit of help. All he could think about was his week of vacation.</div> <div> Well, she'd just have her fantasy lover deal with Dinghy Don...<I>after he deals with me. </I>She grinned in the darkness-it was barely eight o'clock, but her nights were like a drug now, the fantasies so...<I>so believable!</I></div> <div> Drifting, Barbi let her mind flow with the night, waiting for the dreams to find her. She spread her legs and her fingers unerringly found the center of her heat. She'd make herself ready for him. Maybe tonight he'd enter her. </div> <div> Wasn't that the squeak of a floorboard, the rush of air from an open door? He was coming now, moving slowly across her room, his hard body tense with the same expectation she felt, his need as powerful as her own.</div> <div> Her fingers continued their sleepy exploration. Drifting, Barbi gave herself up to the fantasy.</div> <div> The light touch of a finger against her wrist. <I>Uhm...that's different.</I> A brush of silk slipped across her breast. She arched her back and didn't fight it when the silk was tied around her head, covering her eyes.</div> <div> <I>Wow...this seems so real!</I> She felt herself growing wetter, hotter. </div> <div> Suddenly, something metal clamped over her wrists, fastening her securely to the iron frame of the bed. Before she could react, her legs were cuffed, spread wide apart at the other end of the frame.</div> <div> A high-pitched chuckle pierced the darkness.</div> <div> It wasn't her fantasy lover at all!</div> <div> "Roche, you bastard. Let me go!" Jerking against the confining chains, her eyes covered with the silk scarf, Barbi was free to curse and scream as much as she wanted.</div> <div> "No one will hear you," Don said. His nasally tenor made her want to vomit. A <I>click</I> told her he'd flipped on the light switch. She felt his hand on her thigh, the pudgy fingers damp with sweat, but couldn't see a thing through the blindfold. </div> <div> Outrage coursed through her veins. She bucked her hips. His fingers persisted in their sweaty exploration.</div> <div> "No one else knows this part of the hotel even exists," he said. "No one but little Scotty, and it's his night off."</div> <div> "Don't touch me. I swear, if you so much as..."</div> <div> "Swear all you want." Don cackled.</div> <div> Barbi twisted her hips, straining at the manacles. </div> <div> Soft hands touched her breasts, stroked her belly and explored the brush of hair at the apex of her thighs.</div> <div> "You disgusting pervert!"</div> <div> Labored breathing and the sound of a zipper. The rustle of cloth hitting the floor. Beginning to panic, Barbi scraped her face against the pillow. The blindfold slipped to one side.</div> <div> Suddenly she had proof why Dinghy Don had his stupid nickname. He might have a battleship tattooed on his chest but the equipment he carried below his protruding beer belly barely rated dinghy status.</div> <div> Rowboat, maybe?</div> <div> Rubber raft?</div> <div> Erect, he didn't even match the length of her middle finger. </div> <div> Barbi did what came naturally.</div> <div> She laughed. </div> <div> Don slapped her face. Hard.</div> <div> "Let's see how much you're laughing when I stick this down your throat, bitch."</div> <div> "It isn't big enough to go down my throat. Your fat gut'll get in the way."</div> <div> <I>Probably not the smartest rejoinder,</I> she thought, when he slapped her again.</div> <div> His beady eyes narrowed as he pumped his tiny member with one meaty fist. Barbi jerked at the manacles holding her while she watched with utter fascination as Don tried to coax a bit more growth out of his miniature cock.</div> <div> Movement at the doorway suddenly drew Barbi's attention away from the disgusting sight mere inches from her face.</div> <div> Holding a finger to his lips, her blue-eyed lover hovered in the open doorway. Silently, as graceful as the shadows, he swept across the small room and grabbed Don by the throat.</div> <div> Within seconds, he had Dinghy Don completely bound in duct tape, strapped to the single chair in the room. His mouth was gagged so that only the occasional grunt could be heard.</div> <div> Barbi watched in silent fascination. Who <I>was</I> this man?</div> <div> Don's struggles ceased as he obviously realized the futility of his situation, but he glared at them both through beady, bloodshot eyes.</div> <div> The stranger stood beside her bed, studying her manacles. She looked up into the brilliant blue of his eyes and blinked.</div> <div> He was smiling. It wasn't an ordinary smile. No, the sharp canines stabbing into his lower lip were a dead giveaway.</div> <div> <I>Vampire?</I></div> <div> Barbi's first inclination to scream gave way to a leery fascination. She knew this man. Knew him intimately. Knew what kind of pleasure those long, fine hands of his could bring.</div> <div> He knelt beside the bed, studying her. Traced the length of her leg, from knee to thigh, with one finger. Dipped his finger into the moist center between her legs.</div> <div> Barbi moaned and bucked her hips, not to avoid his touch but to bring him closer.</div> <div> He closed his eyes, almost as if the pleasure she felt might be too much for him.</div> <div> "Who are you?" She asked the question on a sigh as he gently stroked her clit. "I thought you were a fantasy."</div> <div> "I am your fantasy," he said. His rich baritone shivered along her spine. "But you may call me Gabriel."</div> <div> "Are you going to untie me, Gabriel?"</div> <div> He tilted his head to one side and smiled. Barbi noticed tiny little holes in the end of each sharp canine. "I think I like you this way. Naked. Compliant. Warm...bound." He nodded in Don's direction. "He didn't harm you, did he?"</div> <div> "You got here just in time."</div> <div> "That is good. Let me take care of him...get him out of our way."</div> <div> Gabriel stood and walked over to his captive. He leaned over and, to Barbi's horror, sunk his teeth into the terrified man's exposed throat. </div> <div> Within moments, Don slumped in the chair, unconscious. Gabriel carefully wiped blood from his mouth, tore the tape holding his captive to the chair and threw him over his shoulder. </div> <div> "I'll be back in a moment."</div> <div> "Is he dead?" Barbi shuddered. Don was an idiot but...</div> <div> "No. But he'll sleep until late tomorrow and won't recall ever being in your room. Don't worry...I've fed from him many times before. He really won't remember a thing."</div> <div> Before Barbi could reply, Gabriel slipped out the door with his 300 pound captive slung easily over one shoulder.</div> <div> Still tightly bound to her bed, Barbi could only wait.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>* * * * *</B></div> <div> That was definitely a first. Gabriel deposited the unconscious form of his captive on Roche's bed, carefully removed the last remnants of duct tape and slipped quietly out of the room. He'd never fed in front of a woman before. He was definitely glad he'd appeased his hunger before returning to the woman. There was always the risk, during blood lust, he might injure her.</div> <div> Still, why had he felt compelled to feed from this bastard while Barbi watched in horror?</div> <div> Well...he had to admit, she hadn't been all that horrified.</div> <div> Recalling the image of Barbi tied to the bed, Gabriel quickly returned to the basement.</div> <div> He found her just as he'd left her. Shackled securely to the iron frame, her eyes wide with as much anticipation as fear, her sex wet and swollen, her nipples puckered into tight buds.</div> <div> He practically groaned aloud. </div> <div> The light in the small room was dim, her voluptuous frame outlined in shadows and reflection. Gabriel removed his clothing, one garment at a time, reveling in the look of rapt attention on Barbi's face.</div> <div> By the time he slipped his wool pants down his legs, her eyes were wide open and staring. Gabriel almost laughed aloud. After looking at Don's tiny dinghy, Barbi might be a bit nonplused by his equipment.</div> <div> He stood next to the bed, his thighs practically touching Barbi's face, and stroked his hard cock with slow, even strokes. He felt it lengthening, stretching, growing to its usual proportions. </div> <div> Usual for him, anyway.</div> <bR> <div> Barbi watched his cock in rapt fascination. Mere inches from her mouth, it grew closer with each slow stroke of his hand. She watched jealously. If only those hands were stroking her, touching her with such sensitivity.</div> <div> A tiny drop of fluid appeared at the end of his shaft. Without thinking, she strained close enough to lick it off.</div> <div> Gabriel's soft moan of pleasure coiled low in her belly. He thrust his hips forward, just far enough to allow her access to the very tip of his straining cock. She stretched her mouth around its thick girth, tongue lapping at the underside, teeth nibbling the satiny flesh at its tip.</div> <div> Gabriel groaned, pulled himself free of her searching lips and tongue, lightly straddled her on the bed and leaned forward, burying his face against her throat. His testicles rested lightly on her belly, his huge cock strained between her full breasts. Tightly bound, Barbi froze in a moment of panic. </div> <div> "I'm not so sure I like this," she said. "Are you going to kill me?"</div> <div> "Only with pleasure, sweet one." Gabriel licked her throat.</div> <div> Barbi felt the sensation between her legs.</div> <div> He nibbled at the pulsing artery on the side of her neck.</div> <div> Her clit throbbed in response.</div> <div> He stroked her breasts, slid lower and laved her nipples with his tongue. He traced a path the length of her belly, tugged at her tight curls with his lips, finally fastened on her throbbing clit.</div> <div> Moaning, Barbi bucked her hips, silently begging for more.</div> <div> With a sly grin, Gabriel nipped at her inner thigh, then drew the engorged folds of her labia into his mouth, suckling and nursing at her tender flesh. His tongue entered her, hot and searching, then returned to her clit.</div> <div> He nibbled and licked, light little touches that left Barbi shuddering, pleading with him. She tugged at the restraints holding her hands and feet. Gabriel's tongue worked magic between her legs. Her climax built, coiling from deep in her gut, a living breathing rush of heat.</div> <div> Twisting, panting, her hips grinding against his face as he lapped and licked and sucked her closer and closer to...</div> <div> <I>THWAAAAAAAANNNG!</I></div> <div> The bed folded shut.      </div> <div> "Oh...oh...oh shit!" Bent double, hands touching her toes, nose against her knees and crotch throbbing in frustration, Barbi suddenly realized Gabriel had disappeared.</div> <div> "Help me! Gabriel? Are you okay?" </div> <div> "I must admit," he said dryly in that aristocratic voice of his, "this is the first time in almost 500 years something of this nature has ever happened."</div> <div> "I certainly hope so. Are you going to get me out of here?" Barbi turned her head and bit back a giggle when she saw Gabriel standing beside her. His hair was mussed, his look flustered. </div> <div> Then he caught her eye and grinned.</div> <div> She giggled back.</div> <div> He broke the shackles holding her hands and feet with a quick flip of his fingers. "Luckily, my reflexes are as good as they ever were." He shoved the bed flat, found the catch underneath that Barbi had never noticed, the one designed to hold it in place, and sat down beside her.</div> <div> He looked at her solemnly, his eyes midnight blue in the dim light. She felt an ache beneath her heart, a need for something from this man beyond the sexual gratification he could obviously give her. She wanted to know him, know why he was what he was, know <I>who</I> he was beneath the vampire persona.</div> <div> He spoke very softly. "You are not afraid when I feed. You respond to my touch as if you were made for me. You do not look at me in horror." He touched her cheek, ran his finger down the line of her jaw, tapped the pulsing carotid artery at the side of her neck.</div> <div> "You find humor when others would be angry. Your look pleases me."</div> <div> "As yours pleases me." She grabbed his wrist, tugging lightly until he leaned over and kissed her. His lips lingered on hers, tasting and teasing.</div> <div> "I have been very lonely for a long time," he said. "It's not easy to fall in love when one is ageless, only to see the person you love grow old and die."</div> <div> "I don't want to grow old, Gabriel. Unless I can grow old with you."</div> <div> "Are you sure?"</div> <div> For the first time she could remember, Barbi had absolutely no doubt in her decision. She nodded.</div> <div> He closed his eyes a moment, as if giving thanks. Then he knelt between her legs and kissed her flesh, his tongue once more bringing her to the brink of climax. This time, though, after he had her thoroughly lubricated, he sat back and rubbed the thick head of his cock against her wet heat.</div> <div> The slick silky feel of him, pressing first against her clit then teasing at her vaginal opening had Barbi bucking her hips, begging him to enter.</div> <div> Slowly he acquiesced, stretching her with his girth and length, cautiously filling her while she wondered if he would fit. Finally his thick mat of dark hair nestled against her pubis, his testicles warm and soft against the crease of her buttocks.</div> <div> She raised her hips, inviting him to move within her moist heat. Slowly he withdrew, then just as slowly reentered.</div> <div> Again and again, the tempo increasing with each thrust, slick and hot, the pressure of her climax building, building higher and higher. His hands massaged her breasts, tugging at the peaked nipples, he nuzzled her throat with his warm lips, licked the underside of her jaw and still he thrust into her.</div> <div> She wrapped her legs around his lean back, taking him deeper. His cock slid easily inside her now, his balls slapping against her butt with each strong thrust, his lips nipping at the soft underside of her jaw.</div> <div> So close, heat building, pressure spiraling higher, so much higher...she locked her ankles around the small of his back, her nails raked the lean muscles of his back when...<I>pain,</I> a sweet gush of pain arching from breasts to clit and back again as he pierced her throat. Her life's blood spilling, climax rushing into peak after glorious peak...</div> <div> <I>Ahhhhhhh!</I> Crying out, Barbi arched her back, taking him, taking and giving until each thrust and lunge boiled into a maelstrom of sensation, a storm of pure lust and even purer love.</div> <div> Gabriel shouted an incoherent cry. Barbi shattered around him. She gasped, he moaned-they both drew great gulps of air as orgasmic frenzy ebbed into lethargy.</div> <div> Long moments later, Barbi nuzzled Gabriel's warm chest with her lips. He tasted of sweat and heat, just like any other man. She knew he was more...much more.</div> <div> "Am I...you know, like you, now?" she asked.</div> <div> He chuckled, the soft laughter bouncing their firm bellies together. "Not yet. It doesn't happen right away. Many feedings during orgasm, each a little more intense, each..."</div> <div> "Wait." Barbi pushed his shoulders. Gabriel raised himself up on his elbows and smiled down at her. 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