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By the time we reached the hotel my senses were reeling. It had been so long since we’d had a movie night and I’d missed them so much. The fact that he had chosen one of my favorite movies of all times just added to my excitement. Our check in was swift and I realized he already made a reservation. I was also surprised when the bellboy not only retrieved our duffle bags from the truck but two other bags as well. I smiled wondering what surprises these new bags held.
Once we were shown into our luxurious suite Gerard tipped the bellboy and closed the door. He reached down and picked up one of the bags I’d not seen before and handed it to me. “This is yours.” He said making sure his fingers brushed the palm of my hand. “Go into the bedroom. I will visit you soon.”
Oh hell. I was giddy with anticipation. As soon as I was in the bedroom with the door closed I tore open the bag. Inside was a beautiful long pure white satin gown with a long lace robe. We were going to reenact the scene in Lucy’s bedroom from my favorite “Dracula” movie. The 1979 film featuring Frank Langella. I smiled replaying the scene from the movie in my mind. Turing slowly I looked around the opulent bedroom and sighed with contentment. This was going to be more than perfect.
I knew that he was showering so I took my time donning the gown and robe. Once I was dressed I sat down at the dresser and brushed my hair letting it fall down around my shoulders. When I was done I stood, lit the small lamp on the bedside table and sat down on the bed. My body was humming with anticipation. Luckily I did not have long to wait. The French doors of the bedroom were thrown open and there he stood. He was the perfect vampire. My eyes drank in the sight of him wearing black slacks; a white silk shirt unbuttoned almost to his waist and of course a long black cape. There could never be a more handsome man. Slowly he glided towards me then stopped. I struggled to stay in character. His voice was smooth and rich as he spoke the words Dracula had spoken to Lucy.
“Now it is you, my best beloved one. You will be flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. You will cross land and sea to do my bidding.”
Even though he had already spoken the words once before in the car it was if I was hearing them for the fist time. Our eyes locked and I held my breath. He took several more steps, put out his hands and helped me to stand. I felt as though I was truly in a trance. The man bewitched me. His fingers gently unfastened my robe and it slid to the floor. He then lightly caressed my bare shoulders. Our eyes were still locked. Suddenly he raised his hands and threw off his cape. I licked my lips, my breathing was coming in short gasps. Without a word he quickly swept me into his arms and turned to the bed where he gently placed me, following me down with his own body. My arms were still wrapped around his neck and he reached up to take them into his hands. He kissed my palms and whispered. “I need your blood. I need…” His mouth lowered to rain kisses on my body through the satin gown. I moaned softly knowing what was about it happen. This next part would be our own addition to the movie. As he moved up to kiss the base of my neck I reached between us and unzipped his slacks. When I released him his need was hard as I took him between the palms of my hands. His hands came down and lifted my gown. He then pulled my hands up and held them over my head. When he lowered his body onto mine our flesh was on fire. He began kissing my neck and breasts again. I wanted him so badly it hurt. When his lips found mine the kiss was pure, raw emotion. He raised himself up slightly and positioned himself.
“You are ready for me.” He whispered feeling the hot moisture that greeted the tip of his shaft.
“Yes.” I moaned.
Again his lips crashed down on mine and I was lost. The anticipation was unbearable. He broke off the kiss and moved his lips to the side of my neck. “Are you sure, Laura?” His breath was hot in my ear.
“Yes. Please.”
I felt him slip inside me at the exact moment he bit into the soft skin of my neck and began to suckle. My orgasm was instantaneous and shattering. As he pumped into me while sucking the blood I knew he had drawn I felt as though I was dying and being reborn. A few minutes later when his hot seed filled me I felt complete. I felt one with him as never before.
He raised himself and looked down into my eyes. My mind cleared and I knew what was should happen. I nodded so he understood it was what I wanted. Slowly he reached up and using his nail cut a thin line on his chest. I saw the blood bead. His arm snaked under my neck and pulled me to his chest. I looked one last time into his eyes then lowered my open mouth to the wound. The taste of his warm blood on my lips was intoxicating. This time it was Gerard who moaned as my tongue darted out to licked the wound. When the bleeding stopped he gently lowered me to the bed.
“My love.” He whispered brushing the hair from my face.
“Thank you for this.” I said softly.
He shook his head sadly, “Never thank me. It is I who should always thank you. You have given me life. Brought me back from the dead.”
He moved to lie beside me a moment. Our hearts beat as one. When I felt him move away I almost cried out. Opening my eyes I saw that he had only gone to retrieve the cape he’d discarded on the floor. He returned to the bed pulled me into his arms then threw the cape over us.
“Sleep, my love.” He whispered.