I meet a stranger in the dark. Our skin lightly touches like a feather. My nerves scream with electricity. I speak in a whisper, thick with guilt. I need to be strong. His eyes are brown and wantonly true. I won't falter. my hands tremble. My lips pucker. Moisture graces my upper lip. His voice makes me quiver, and quickens my pulse. I'm full of desire. Who is the stranger, and why does he affect me so? The urge to feel his kiss is agony. A fire rages within my core.
It's a street in an unremarkable suburb. He leans against a lamppost with an aroused smile. His eyes alight with passion. It's as if he is compelling me, and controlling my reaction. I move toward him. He touches my forehead. I rest my cheek into the palm of his hand, breathing heavy. My eyes plead. He grins and crashes his lips onto mine. Moisture now joins the fire raging within me. My pulse says, "Take me, now, Dark Prince."
He carries me up the stairs and through the door of his tiny ranch. He takes me down the hall to his king-sized bed, and lays me on the mattress. "I am yours." I whisper. He slides my leggings down to my ankles, and caresses my thighs. The fire in his eyes burns brighter than before as he places soft kisses just above my pubic bone.
His energy removes the shroud from my soul, freeing what once was lost. I am breathless and full of raging passion decades concealed. I know he is my soulmate as his flames burst within me. His heat surrounds me in waves of unending need.
With each thrust, a sucher pierces my heart. The stranger's ties bind, guaranteeing my return.
The memory is enough to make me shudder. I don't want to know his name. The mystery makes it more exciting.
