dancing phantom…” he spat out these last words as though they were venomous.
His eyes flew wide with surprise as Moira surged forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“I dreamed of you as well, Ian, and I know in my heart that you are not a creature of evil.” She raised a finger for emphasis. “But Bethelyn is, isn’t she? Much like the creatures in those old legends, she bit you and took your soul….”
“True,” Ian interrupted, “but she also gave me a life, and a home. She taught me a skill. In dancing I have found such pleasure and freedom….”
“At the expense of what?” Moira balled her fists, eyes flashing. “Believe me Ian, I’ve read and studied the legends of the vampire. I know what you are….”
“No, you do not!” Ian clutched her in his arms, pinning her with an imploring gaze. “I am not a killer, Moira. I don’t drink blood-indeed, the only thing that I give my ‘victims’, all of whom are willing, is a good sound pleasuring.”
Moira jumped, shaking her head in what seemed to be a show of sheer disbelief.
“You mean to say that you derive your nourishment from the pleasuring of women?”
“I thrive on women’s sexual energies,” Ian agreed, voice softening as he moved closer to her. “I, along with all the dancers at Ballet Noir, can sense immediately if someone is attracted to me. This is why we first connected in our dreams.” He smiled slightly, “And when we read your book, Moira….”
“My sexual energy probably charted pretty much off the map,” the author blushed, averting her gaze to the ground.
“Not just your sexual energy, Moira,” Ian chuckled, gracing her with a playful nudge. “Your creativity, your warmth,” he beamed. “We need someone like you in our fold Moira, which is why I’ve continued to visit your dreams.” His voice lowered to a seductive whisper. “I needed to lure you inward.”
Moira shrugged, unimpressed.
“You keep referencing what the troupe wants.” She pursed her lips. “What do you want, Ian?”
Without hesitation, Ian once again drew her in to a sweet, loving embrace.
“What I want Moira,” he kissed her lips, “is a woman who will show concern for me, who will ask me about my life…and, indeed, about what I want from my life.” He drew her inward, pressing their bodies together. “I want you.”
“Don’t tell me,” Moira leaned back into the sheets of her floral canopied bed, taking Ian to the place where she’d first dreamed of him. “Show me, love.”
Eager to oblige her, Ian stripped Moira’s buxom body of its tight, confining nightgown; tossing it on the floor as he planted adoring kisses down the length of her neck and across the breadth of her bare, sensitive breasts.
His hands bracing her soft-skinned waist, he licked her belly button before ducking low between her parted knees; the soft fabric of his suit a pleasing sensation against the surface of her bare skin.
An even more pleasing sensation ensued when he tossed his head so that his lips hovered just above her feminine area; as the sleek strands of his coppery hair settled in an appealing mass around her waist, he licked open her tender folds and fixed his lips around her clit, suckling her as she sighed with delight and bucked her hips upward.
Taking this as a cue, he laved her nub with his long, wet tongue and braced his hands on her soft hips; devouring her clit with an animal growl as she covered his hands with hers.
With a last mighty lick he sent her over the edge, careening across the bounds of an intense orgasm.
Her entire body reverberating with the impact of her pleasure, she relaxed as shards of erotic ecstasy covered her from head to toe.
In a haze of pleasure she watched as Ian rose up on his knees, holding her gaze as he stripped off his gentleman’s jacket to reveal a body made for sin. His tailored pants came off next, further revealing the long, hard shaft that seemed to salute her presence.
“Come here you beautiful man,” she swept him in her arms, delighting as his hard, massive body covered her own.
“Take me,” Ian hissed, sweeping her up in a passionate embrace as their arms and legs entangled. “I only want to be yours.”
“We certainly can arrange that,” Moira whispered, leaning down to layer his chest with sweet baby kisses as he settled between her legs.
Their hips and thighs locked to create a tender sort of friction, lighting a fire that spread wild through every fiber of their beings.
Collapsing on the bed in a frenzy of passion, their lips and tongues also merged as he hugged her to him; his hair settling around her shoulders as their kisses grew more intense.
“I know this is your first time love,” Ian heaved a frustrated sigh, touching her cheek in a loving stroke. “I do not wish to hurt you.”
“I assure you,” Taking matters in her own hands, Moira rolled atop her shocked lover and wrapped her legs around his back, bringing him into her. “I’ll be fine.”
With a lustful howl he penetrated her, thrusting his graceful hips forward as his long, hard cock filled her to the core.
Enacting the most intimate dance of all, the couple joined hands as their bodies writhed in the heat of their sublime joining; their arms clenching in a timeless embrace as he continued to move inside her.
Their eyes flew open as they merged as one, and they clung to one another as they weathered the storm of an intense mutual climax.
Sharing a bonding energy that left them both breathless, their sweaty bodies reverberated with a force that culminated a desire long denied.
Sinking in the sheets of Moira’s lush feathered bed, the couple sealed this bond with tender kisses and whispered words.
“I shall return to the ballet with you, Ian.” Moira kissed his lips. “Yet before I give them the rights to my work, I must see and experience more of this strange world, this dark life you lead….”
“Only now it doesn’t seem so dark,” Ian silenced her with a gentle smile. “Not so dark at all, Moira.”
THE DEMON LOVER 2
As Moira Bentley escaped the earthly world that confined and restrained her, she flew in dreams to a distant tiled stage fronted by a long red velvet curtain; and bordered by a gold framed mural of cherubs in flight.
The beauty of this theater paled in comparison to the man who stood center stage; an ethereal creature with long, silken auburn hair, wide dark eyes, full lips and sculpted features. She warmed as he opened his arms to her; soon their bodies merged as one on the stage, engaging in a forbidden dance that left her breathless.
She knew that, in the audience before them, people watched and judged her. Even so she couldn’t help but devour his succulent lips in a hot, full-bodied kiss; or to run her hands all over his hard muscled form.
All too soon the dance came to an end, as did Moira’s dream.
Yet unlike evenings past, when such an erotic fever dream left her frustrated and agonizingly aroused, she awoke this night with a gentle smile-and the knowledge that the man of her dreams was now the man of her life.
Indeed, Moira’s dreams of a sensual phantom had haunted her for more than a year; and at first the frustrated society maiden poured her resulting lust and passion into the pages of her first novel-a romance titled “The Phantom Lover” that had scandalized London society.
The tome was such a smash hit, in fact, that a local ballet troupe announced its intentions to produce her work as a musical production. And, as divine luck would have it, the lead dancer of Ballet Noir was the living embodiment of her hero Ian; the true and literal man of her dreams.
