Vampire in Atlantis

shock him, and he raised his head from hers and looked around, eyes wild and hot.
    “Not here. Not in the dirt,” he said. “Close your eyes.”
    Before she could ask or protest or even think, he lifted her and started running, carrying her. She had the sensation of moving too fast to be possible, but within seconds he stopped. She opened her eyes and discovered that he’d brought them to a patch of springy grass underneath a stand of tall trees. She could hear the steady noise of the water rushing down the riverbed nearby.
    “I need you,” he repeated, and then he bent his head to kiss her again.
    His hands were all over her, hungry, frantic, and then he was kissing her neck and down her chest to her breasts, and when his lips closed on one of her nipples, she cried out and clung to his shoulders, hoping he’d never let her go.
    “It’s so much,” she said, moaning a little. “So much sensation, so much feeling . I don’t know if I can bear it.”
    He laughed, and the vibrations of his laughter against her sensitive skin made her shiver. He stopped what he was doing, and she felt a pang of loss.
    “Are you cold? I can put out our blankets.” In an instant, he’d done just that, and he carried her down to lie beside him on the blankets, cushioned by the layer of grass.
    “Kiss me,” he demanded. “Touch me. I need to feel your hands on me.”
    She complied, still a little shy, but eager to touch and stroke every part of him. She unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers still trembling, and pressed a kiss to his chest as she revealed each inch of pale, perfect skin. His skin was pure white, like the finest Atlantean porcelain, after so long away from the sun. His lean, muscled chest narrowed down into a perfect abdomen, and she daringly touched his navel with her tongue. He groaned and his big body shuddered underneath her, and when the bulge of his erection grew even larger, she knew for certain that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    “I want to see you, Daniel. I want to see all of you,” she whispered, feeling her face flame at her wanton request.
    Before she could say another word, he leapt up and stripped out of his clothes so fast that in seconds he was standing before her, proudly nude, and then he dropped to the blankets next to her and took her back into his arms. She wriggled back a little so she could look her fill at his beautiful body—all lean muscle and perfectly shaped, like the body of a fallen angel come to life. Her gaze went to his manhood and she gasped, feeling her heart plummet in her chest.
    “Daniel. There is no way . . . We cannot fit together . . . That is too large.”
    His eyes widened, and then he started laughing, which embarrassed her even more.
    “Do not laugh at me. I’m serious.”
    “I know you are,” he said, still laughing a little, but interspersing the most delicious kisses between chuckles. “You are adorable.”
    “But—”
    He stroked her breasts, still kissing her, and then he stroked her belly, still kissing her, and then he unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down and out of the way, and his clever fingers suddenly were touching her between her thighs.
    She caught her breath and then kissed him harder, shivering with a lovely, maddening tingly sensation that spiraled from her lips to her breasts to the exact spot where his fingers were circling around her most sensitive part and . . . oh. Oh .
    For the second time that night, her consciousness shattered, but this time it was from pure, blissful, pleasure.
    Waves of sensation rocked through and over her, centering on Daniel’s lips and fingers, and she reveled in the feeling, but she wanted more, somehow, more and more and she was sure she knew what that meant, even though she had no idea how the logistics of it all might possibly work out, so she did the bravest thing she could think of doing.
    The only thing she could think of doing.
    She reached down and took his manhood in her hand.
    This time, it was Daniel’s turn to gasp.

     
    Daniel closed his eyes when Serai wrapped her slender fingers around his cock, and he wondered if possibly he really had died and gone to heaven when he walked into the sun. Sure, he’d faced danger and been stabbed in the interim, but if all that was just the windup to the big event, and heaven meant kissing Serai, and touching and pleasuring her while she reciprocated, then he’d happily offer to get stabbed every day for the rest of eternity.
    She was so