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  And there it was. The fear factor. It had receded in the cemetery. During her orgasm, her mind totally focused on him and her response to him. But it only took a few words from Robert and the powerful surge began to build again.

  She turned to him and curled her fingers into the front of his shirt. “Why?”

  He stroked her hair. “I don’t know, honey. But if that’s what you need to hear, you know I’ll give it to you. Do you want to take the time to analyze it now?”

  She shook her head and allowed him to lead her inside. He knew her mind so well—knew exactly what she was asking. The fear factor—she hated it, and yet, anticipated it, needed it. It was like a powerful drug, a button when pushed that sent her flying into the vortex of powerful sensations—addictive in their intensity.

  When she stepped inside she could smell the dank mustiness of disuse and she shivered. But, surprisingly, she also could smell new vinyl. She looked down at the floor beneath her feet, noting that a length of runner ran along the old wooden plank flooring. Robert squeezed her arm.

  “You didn’t think I’d take a chance on your getting injured here, did you?”

  She should have known. Even as she spiraled through the adrenalin rush, he protected her. Beaming the flashlight toward the left, he guided her to what had probably once been a front sitting room. The only thing left in the room were pieces of broken furniture. The wallpaper peeled free in places, revealing clapboard beneath. Again, she was surprised when her feet encountered soft, plush carpeting and she looked down to discover an area carpet, oriental in pattern, but she couldn’t quite make out the exact colors. The newness was in sharp contrast to the neglected walls.

  “You did this?”

  “Of course. Earlier today I was here to take care of several things.”

  At one time this house had been someone’s home and it had probably contained a rug very similar to the one she now stood on. A long time ago. She felt the shadows of past lives.

  “Wait here,” he said as he walked across the room and bent down. He struck a match and lit a kerosene lamp that flickered in the vacant room. It offered a very soft flame of illumination. Robert shut the flashlight off; their shadows ran long against the walls.

  “Come here to me.”

  She walked across the soft carpeting to meet him at the far side of the room and stand before him. He reached out and stroked her jaw, then cupped her cheek. She leaned her head into his caress.

  She was close enough to see the passion in his eyes. “Now, Sevra. Release my cock and let me feel your mouth sucking me.”

  Sucking him would lead to him fucking her. She knelt, unsnapped and then unzipped his pants, and his shaft sprang free, hard already, as she knew he would be. Using one hand she gripped him at the base, felt his heat, rock hard, velvet smooth. She stroked along the steely length. How she loved touching him this way. Tracing her fingers over the ridged head, along the wet slit and back down.

  Lowering her head she teased the slit with her tongue, tasting his salty pre-cum, then engulfed the head in her mouth, rimming beneath the hood, sucking him deep inside.

  She felt his fingers thread through her hair, heard his moan of pleasure. She savored his taste, his scent, leisurely stroking him with her tongue one minute, taunting and teasing him the next. With her other hand she cupped his heavy sacs, kneading gently, then sliding her fingers beneath and stroking his sensitive secret place.

  His hips jerked and she swallowed him deeper, his rod now wet and shiny from her saliva. She found a rhythm, her throat relaxed, she moved her hands around to cup his firm ass cheeks, separating, kneading. Straightening momentarily, she released him from her mouth, continuing to stroke him with her hand. Bringing her fingers to her mouth she wet them thoroughly with her saliva, then bent to suck him once more.

  She returned her hand to his ass, gliding along the crack between his cheeks, found his small puckered anus and began to tease with her now damp fingers. She loved how she could make him this hot. He thrust harder against her mouth, and she knew he was close, so close. The head of his cock connected with the back of her throat.

  Knowing the signs, understanding him so well, she sank her finger past the tight ring of muscle and deep into his anal canal. With a shout he erupted into her mouth and she swallowed as he spasmed again and again with his own powerful climax. Slowly, she removed her hand from his ass, caressing his muscled buttocks.

  He pulled his softening prick from her mouth, sank to his knees and captured her mouth with his lips, drinking deeply of their mingled sensual flavor. He sucked at her lips as he cupped her face, then raised his head to blaze a heated glance over her.

  Releasing her, he turned to the side. Following his movements, she saw an ice-filled silver bucket. He pulled the bottle from it, unstoppered it, and filled two flutes that sat on the floor next to it. Turning back, he handed her one of the glasses.

  “To us. Happy anniversary, darling.”

  She smiled and sipped at the liquid in the glass, noting it was champagne. “You think of everything, don’t you? I can’t think of anyone else who could take an old rundown farmhouse and make it into the scene of a romantic interlude.”

  He swallowed the remainder of the champagne in his glass. Picking up the bottle, he added a small amount to his glass. “Only for us.” Tipping his glass, he drizzled the champagne over her breasts.

  The cool liquid was in sharp contrast to her heated skin and she sucked in a gasp of air.

  Setting the glass aside, he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. “Tasty and delicious,” he whispered, then returned to his task.

  His hands pulled at her hips, forcing them forward, as he nudged her back, to lie down.

  Quickly she set her own glass aside and obliged. When she was prone, he spread her thighs and lay between them. She could feel his again-hard cock pressed against her wet pussy lips. He lifted her feet and placed them flat on the floor.

  “Robert,” she moaned, grinding her mound against him. He lifted his mouth from her sensitive nipple. She glanced down to see it glistening from his perusal, dusky against the rest of her pale skin. He moved up her body until his lips brushed her ear.

  “Do you think there are any undead running around outside? A few of Dracula’s progeny?” He tongued her lobe. “Maybe waiting for us? How do you think it would feel to have one of them pierce your skin to drink your blood?"

  She felt his teeth graze against the pulse at her neck. A dark desire swirled inside her, growing larger, seeking to consume her. She felt the head of cock pressing at the entrance to her center and she lifted her hips to meet him.

  But he stopped, teasingly, instead lowering his head and nibbling her nipple. “Who would you prefer as your Dracula, Sevra? Lugosi, maybe? How about Langella?” He swirled his cock at her entrance.

  She twisted beneath him, seeking. “I don’t know. Either, maybe both.”

  Lifting his head, his dark eyes pierced her. “What do you want, Sevra?”

  She wiggled her hips. “What do you think I want?” His hard hands at her hips stopped her movements.

  “Tell me,” he ordered her.

  Thrashing her head back and forth. “Fuck me, damn you.”

  “Is that kind of talk going to get you what you want?”

  She stopped moving and looked up at him. Tried to think coherently. “Please, Robert, make me come. I’m so hot it hurts. Fuck me. Please.”

  He smiled and leaned down to trail lingering kisses along her neck and down between the valley of her breasts. Then he mercifully pressed himself inside and began to stroke slowly into her. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yesss.” Oh, what he was doing to her as he circled inside her, ground deeply against her, retreated, penetrated. She closed her eyes, focused only on the sensations he created. His mouth, his hands, his cock. Her body radiated sensual heat, and with each movement, each touch he turned the dial higher and higher, until she was wri
thing beneath him at the edge, needing to plunge over.

  “And who do you want fucking you? Dracula or me? Who do you fantasize about?”

  “You, Robert,” she shouted, “only you.”

  He kept her at the pinnacle, the ache tinged with pleasure waiting to explode. She reared her head and gasped…

  …then suddenly he stopped moving, buried inside her. Opening her eyes she tried to focus. “What is it?”

  He brought his hand in front of her gaze. What looked like a black scarf of some kind dangled from his fingers. “Lift your head.”

  Still caught in the vortex of passion, she found it difficult to comprehend what he needed. “Wh—what?”

  “Lift your head.” He ground against her to punctuate his request. “Now.”

  Slowly, she lifted her head as he asked. The world turned even darker as he blindfolded her with the soft material. “Why?”

  He resumed a steady rhythm of fucking her. “I want your concentration. I want you to feel, to hear the sounds of the night, the house, me.”

  She felt his fingers at her stiffened, engorged clit, teasing, and then she was falling headlong into the abyss that awaited her, shattering into tiny pieces, yet she reached out and clung to the rock that was Robert, her only lifeline to solid ground.

  He pulled from her still-spasming pussy, turned on his side and held her against him. She felt his hands stroking along her spine, cupping her ass, kneading.

  Placing a kiss on her damp neck, she felt his breath near her ear. She still trembled in the aftermath of her second powerful orgasm. “Listen to the house, concentrate on the sounds.”

  Unbelievably, her body responded again to his voice, to his words. “Robert, I don’t think—”

  She felt a finger placed against her lips. “Listen,” he commanded.

  She attuned her senses to the sounds around her. She could hear Robert’s even breathing. The wind had gathered momentum and the house seemed to creak and groan beneath its heavy-handed embrace.

  Her breaths halted in her chest as she listened closer. Footsteps. Above her. Instinctively, she glanced upwards, concentrating on the sound. The pounding of her heart seemed to send her blood rushing through her veins.

  “Robert,” she whispered urgently, “is there someone else in the house?”

  “I was here earlier. It’s vacant.”

  “Then what’s that sound. I hear footsteps.” The fear pulled at her and she felt her body responding as the blood rushed into her labia and impossibly more of her desire bled free along her thighs.

  “Your imagination—or the spirits have awakened.” He lifted her to her knees, feathered caresses across her breasts, tested her sensitive entrance. “You’re wet and ready again, babe.”

  “It’s too much,” she moaned, as she felt him move behind her.

  His hands smoothed and kneaded her cheeks. “You’ve got such a perfect ass, sweetheart. I’m going to get you ready,” his finger dipped down to her pussy and then back to the tight little carnal opening, teasing at the puckered entrance. “And then I’m going to fuck you here.”

  God, how could she get any hotter without bursting into an inferno? Pain, fear, desire, sensations all mingling and she couldn’t distinguish one from another. All she knew was that she wanted him to do it. “Yes, Robert, I want you to.”

  He gently guided her to rest forward on her arms with her ass in the air. “Widen your legs honey, and arch your back.” She did as he asked and then felt cold lubricant against her opening as he prepared her to take him. His finger penetrated, and she gasped at the intrusive feeling. His other hand rubbed her back in soothing circles as he pierced deeper. “Relax your muscles, honey. You know I’m not going to hurt you. If you want me to stop, say so.”

  “I know,” she whispered as she tried to consciously assist in allowing his entry.

  She felt him slide past the outer ring, and lodge inside. He waited, while she accustomed herself to his presence. “We’ll do this slow.”

  Her muscles began to ease, making room for him and slowly he began to thrust. She felt herself relax, felt a dark lust begin to rise.

  “I’m going to give you more, babe. I think you’re ready.”

  He added a second finger to the first. She felt the pressure, but quickly her muscles eased in acceptance, and the fiery ball in her abdomen grew larger. Her pussy felt empty, abandoned and neglected, yet there was a wild hum beginning to build and she pushed her hips against his invading digits, building into a rhythm of compelling want.

  She felt him slide his fingers out and the tip of his penis teased at the entrance. “You’re ready for me. I’m going to fuck you slow. Don’t tense, sweetie.”

  Her small opening eased beneath the pressure he exerted. Slow and steady, she felt him pass the tight muscle, opening her to him, allowing his thick cock to pass freely and lodge inside her. God, she felt so full.

  He groaned behind her. “So tight and hot.” He sank deeper and stopped. He lifted her to her knees and pulled her back against him. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, god, it feels so—so—” She couldn’t complete the thought as swirling sensations overpowered her reasoning abilities. He began to thrust, long, slow pressure and retreat, until she began moving against him in languid counter-rhythm, the heat swirling and stroking her.

  But she needed something else. Apparently, he knew because his hand covered her mound and his fingers pressed inside her pussy. She leaned back, arching against him, basking in the sensations of pleasure stoking her body, wave upon wave of sensation moving through her.

  She opened her mouth to release a sigh of pleasure and her eyes widened behind the blindfold as something was pushed into her mouth, and another pair of hands cupped her breasts. She stiffened as she realized it was a sheathed cock pressing home to her throat.

  A hand pressed at her abdomen. “Take it all, babe. Just relax.” It was Robert. They’d talked about doing a threesome, but—

  The sensations began to overwhelm her. So many hands on her, in her, stroking, pleasuring, teasing. At first the fear of the unknown took hold, but as the haze of lust shrouded her from reality she abandoned her body totally to the bliss of overwhelming sensual domination.

  She relaxed into Robert’s hard body behind her, knowing he would keep her safe. Allowed herself to submerge her being into the most decadent sensations she’d ever experienced.

  Sucking the cock in her mouth deeper she gave herself over to pleasuring him with enthusiasm. As Robert pressed inward, the presence in her mouth retreated. As Robert withdrew, the cock pressed home to the back of her throat. Her moans were muffled, yet she made it obvious to them all she enjoyed the attentions she was receiving.

  She could feel both of them closing in on completion as the momentum changed. Robert’s fingers in her pussy increased their friction and in a supreme moment of unimaginable release, first she felt Robert’s release inside her anus, then she felt the cock in her mouth spasming with pulse after pulse of his seed, and finally, her own release pulled hard, driving her beyond them all, to the black void of a climax that propelled her beyond reality into a sensual oblivion.

  * * *

  As Robert watched, Sevra’s eyelashes fluttered. Good, she’s waking up. He poured out a glass of water and held it to her lips.

  That was something that had never happened before. She’d never fainted. He guessed it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Obviously, her emotions and sensations had been so overwhelmed, she’d just shut down completely. He’d heard of it happening. Thankfully she was only out for a few minutes.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him. With shaky hands she reached for the cup he held to her lips and downed the whole thing. He helped her to sit up.

  “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine. My god, what happened to me? I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.”

  He set the glass down and then picked up a sponge lying in a bowl of water and began to wa
sh away the evidence of their combined passion. “That’s what I would call sensory overload.”

  “I guess it was. Who was that?”

  He paused for a moment. “Who?”

  “The man whose cock I just swallowed, while you were fucking me.”

  He continued to glance the sponge across her body. “Maybe it was one of the spirits in this house who wanted to join us.”

  “That cock was too rock hard to be anyone’s spirit, Robert.”

  “So you’ve had quite a few sexual encounters with ghosts?”

  “Well, no—”

  “Then how do you know it wasn’t a ghost?” He threw the sponge back into the bowl.

  “I don’t, but—”

  “But what?” He looked at her. “Did you enjoy what happened?”

  “Well, yes. We’ve talked about a threesome before. You know I wasn’t adverse to trying it.”

  “And you leave it to me to arrange these adventures, right? Because you need it—and you need to be surprised by what’s coming.”

  “Yes.”

  He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. “You enjoyed it.” He leaned down and kissed her. “I planned every bit of this for your pleasure.” He teased her earlobe with his teeth. “There’s nothing more to know.” He turned her so she straddled his lap, cupped her face, and pinned her with a hard, penetrating look. “Is there?”

  He saw her desire to pull away and then suddenly she relented, and he felt the tension ease from her. “No. You’re right. I guess it just took me by surprise.”

  He smiled. “Doesn’t it always?”

  She leaned forward and snuggled against him. “I love you, Robert,” she whispered. “Sometimes it scares me how much.”

  He threaded his fingers through her hair, loving the silky texture. “Marry me.”

  Her head popped up from his shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you say?”

  Smiling, he repeated it. “Marry me.”

  Her eyes glittered in the dim light. “You’re serious?”

  “Can you doubt it? I love you, too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He reached out and pulled a small velvet jeweler’s box from behind the ice bucket. He flipped up the lid and held it in front of her. He pulled the ring from the case and held it out to her, waiting. Would she agree?