Dark Passions of the Night (Kopiefehler)

Sample excerpt

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered and caressed her cheeks. “I would like to offer you a palace, silk sheets… Instead…” He grimaced in disgust. “You are so beautiful, so sweet, so pure,” he whispered and stroked her cheeks. “I wish I could offer you a palace, satin sheets…. instead…” He pulled a face of disgust.
Sarah gently pressed her fingers against his mouth. “Shhh,” she said. “We’re together. Isn’t that the only thing that counts?”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do,” she said in all seriousness. “I want you.”
He leant over her. His lips on her mouth felt like an electric bolt going through her. It was so sweet and so longed-for that she cried out with wonder. She snaked her hands around his neck, burying them in his soft blond hair, and opened her mouth under the ever fiercer urgency of his tongue. Their tongues caressed each other while their hands restlessly entwined. They finally released their hold on each other.
Sarah’s eyes shone. “I didn’t know that it was possible to be so happy.”
His eyes burned with tenderness, and his smile made his face appear years younger. Instead of an answer, he bent over her and began untying the laces of her bodice. Her innocence touched him and, at the same time, aroused his desire. His hands slid under the material of her red corselette and caressed her warm, vibrant skin. He swept the heavy cloth from her shoulders and freed her legs from her tangled petticoats. With a gentle swoosh, her dress fell to the floor. Sarah lay completely naked on the bed.
For a moment, Sarah thought she recognised her own reflection in the gleam of his eyes. His hands floated over her breasts, her ribs and her stomach, sending shivers across her whole body. Her nipples stood erect. Suddenly he withdrew and stood up.
Sarah looked on with wide eyes as he took off his jacket and neckerchief, followed by his shirt. She even forgot to breathe for a second.
“What is it, Baby?”
“Oh, it’s silly. It’s just…I’ve never seen a naked man before. I feel a little embarrassed,” she confessed hesitantly.
He laughed. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s the most natural thing in the world. Look at me. Is there anything you see that you don’t like? Anything that you find repulsive?”
Her eyes swept over the ivory skin of his body, taking in his muscles and the sinews in his arms and shoulders, his hairless, almost boy-like chest and flat stomach. He looked like an elegant wood carving. When she had finished looking, her eyes returned to his face. A few strands of tousled hair fell into his eyes. He pushed out his lower lip to blow them out of the way with a smile. Sarah was overcome with a feeling of tenderness she had never known before. She held out her arms. “Come to me Gregory! I want to feel that you are real.”
He glided over to her on silent feet. Only the springs of the bed squeaked slightly. Their lips came together in increasingly passionate kisses as his hand slid down to her lap. And the undreamt-of passion robbed Sarah of her will.
“Relax, Baby,” he moaned. ”Don’t be tense, and I’ll teach you how to enjoy the pain.“
Sarah didn’t understand what he meant when he suddenly swung over to straddle her body. His hard body pressed her into the pillows, paralysing her. She let out a cry of surprise. His face appeared alien to her, and she could see his fangs shimmering in the darkness as he pressed her against him with increasing fervour. The smell of Cool Water mingled with an animal smell of sweat and desire, which befuddled her senses.
“Gregory!” she cried. Then a burning pain seared through her quaking body and the next moment she felt his lips on her face.
He licked away her tears, while his teeth grazed over her sensitive skin, echoing his passion. “Ssh, ssh…” he panted between kisses.
Bemused, she groped her hand down towards the burning at her centre point. A warm liquid was running stickily down the inside of her thigh. “Greg, I’m bleeding!” He hungrily kissed her fingers, licking them clean, and kissed her trembling lips. His eyes radiated pure desire. “You are a woman now. A beautiful woman. And I promise you will feel no pain the next time.”
She nestled close to him. “A woman,” she repeated dreamily. “Your woman. The vampire’s wife.”