The silk sheets whispered beneath me as Sylphie pinned me down with her full weight.
Her body was a living flame pressed against every inch of mine. Silver hair spilled around us like moonlight curtains shutting out the world.
Only the crackle of the distant hearth and our ragged breathing filled the stone chamber. She pulled back just enough to let those crimson eyes burn into mine.
A slow smile curved her lips revealing the barest hint of fangs. You are not like the others Ken she purred voice low and velvet soft.
Most boys tremble when I climb on top of them.
You smile. Her hips rolled in a lazy circle grinding down with deliberate teasing pressure.
Heat bloomed wherever we touched. I slid my hands up the smooth curve of her thighs feeling the firm muscle beneath warm skin.
Why tremble when I finally feel alive I answered my voice steady despite the rush in my blood. Sylphie laughed a rich throaty sound that vibrated through her chest into mine.
She leaned down again brushing her lips along my jaw leaving a trail of tingling fire.
Alive is good she whispered against my ear.
I want you very alive for what comes next. Her fingers traced slow patterns across my bare chest nails grazing just enough to raise gooseflesh without breaking skin.
Each touch sent sparks racing through me straight to the core of my new body. I could feel the counter system humming quietly in the back of my mind like a second heartbeat. [Pleasure received. Strength rising.] The notification flashed clean and crisp inside my thoughts.
No panic. Only power. Sylphie shifted sliding her palms lower over my ribs then back up to cup my shoulders.
She arched her back pressing her soft curves more firmly against me.
The thin leather of her top strained with the motion. Mmm you are warmer than most fresh catches she murmured kissing the hollow of my throat.
I like that.
It makes the waiting sweeter. I tangled one hand in her silver hair tugging gently to tilt her head so I could look at her properly.
Waiting for what exactly I asked my thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darted out to taste my skin a quick teasing flick.
For you to beg me to keep you she answered eyes half lidded with hunger.
For you to forget every boring world you came from and only remember my name. She rocked again slower this time drawing out the contact until my breath caught.
The friction was maddeningly perfect sending waves of liquid heat through every nerve. I let my free hand explore the dip of her waist the flare of her hip memorizing the way she fit against me.
Her skirt had ridden high but I did not rush to push it higher.
Instead I savored the slide of fabric and skin the way her thighs tightened around my hips. Sylphie made a soft pleased sound in her throat.
Good boy she breathed.
Touch me like you mean it.
Like you want to own every second before I own you. I sat up just enough to meet her halfway wrapping an arm around her lower back.
Our mouths met again deeper this time tongues dancing in slow sensual rhythm.
She tasted of wild berries and smoke and something darker that made my pulse thunder. When we broke apart she rested her forehead against mine silver strands sticking to her damp skin.
Your heart is racing so beautifully she whispered.
I can feel it against my breasts.
Like a little drum calling me closer. Her hands slipped beneath the remains of my torn shirt peeling the fabric away completely.
Cool air kissed my skin only to be chased away by the warmth of her palms smoothing over my shoulders down my arms. You are stronger than you look she noted tilting her head as she studied me.
Not like the soft merchants I usually bring here.
I wonder how long you will last under me. As long as it takes I replied capturing her lower lip gently between my teeth for a heartbeat before releasing. Her eyes flashed brighter.
Bold words for a man in my bed. She pushed me back down onto the pillows but this time she followed with her whole body stretching over me like a cat claiming its prize.
Her hair pooled across my chest tickling in the most delicious way. I ran my fingers through those silken strands then let them drift lower tracing the line of her spine through the thin leather.
She shivered under the touch arching into my hands. Yes like that she sighed voice husky.
Touch every part of me Ken.
Learn the shape of your last meal. The words should have chilled me.
Instead they only sharpened the thrill.
This was the danger I had craved back in that gray safe world.
Here every caress carried the edge of teeth every kiss promised both ecstasy and ending. [Pleasure converted. Strength increased by ten percent.] The system whispered again feeding quiet power into my muscles.
I felt it in the way I could lift her slightly rolling us so she lay beneath me for a moment her surprised laugh like music. Oh you want to play that way she teased eyes sparkling as she looked up at me.
Careful little treat.
I bite when I am on the bottom. I braced on my elbows hovering above her drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks parted lips.
Then maybe I should keep you here a while I said brushing a kiss to the corner of her eye then down to her cheekbone. She wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
Her hands roamed my back nails tracing light patterns that made me press harder against her. We moved together in a slow unhurried rhythm bodies sliding skin against skin clothes gradually loosening.
Her leather top slipped lower revealing more pale flawless curves glowing in the firelight.
I kissed the newly bared skin tasting salt and sweetness. Sylphie moaned softly threading her fingers through my hair guiding me lower then higher again.
Her breathing grew quicker matching mine.
The chamber felt warmer heavier as if the very air thickened with our shared heat. You make this almost too enjoyable she confessed voice breathy between kisses.
Usually I am the one making them forget their names.
But you... you look at me like I am the prize. Because you are I murmured against the pulse point in her neck feeling it flutter under my lips.
Dangerous beautiful deadly.
Exactly what I wanted. She laughed again but it broke into a soft gasp when I rolled my hips in a slow circle.
Her thighs tightened around me holding me there. Then take what you want Ken she challenged eyes locking on mine with raw intensity.
Take it while you still can.
Before I decide the waiting is over. I answered by kissing her deeply hands mapping every dip and swell of her body.
She responded with equal fire arching pressing sighing my name like a secret. Time stretched lost in the dance of touch and retreat tease and surrender.
Her silver hair spread across the black sheets like spilled starlight.
My smaller frame in this new world felt perfectly matched to her strength as if the gods of this savage land had crafted us for this exact collision. Every brush of her lips every roll of her hips fed the system more power.
I could feel my muscles humming with it strength coiling tighter ready for whatever came next. Yet I held back from rushing.
This was not the frantic rush of old games or dull nights at a screen.
This was living breathing fire.
And I wanted to burn slowly. Sylphie sensed it.
She smiled up at me fangs glinting as she traced a single nail down my chest stopping just above my heart. You are different she whispered almost tenderly.
I think I might keep you longer than one night.
Make you my favorite toy before the final bite. Her hips lifted meeting mine in a languid thrust that stole my breath.
I groaned pressing my face into the curve of her neck inhaling her scent of smoke and honey. Then keep me I answered voice rough with want.
See how long it takes before one of us breaks. She pulled me down into another kiss sealing the challenge between us.
Our bodies moved as one slow and deep sensual waves building like a storm on the horizon.
The fire in the hearth popped sending sparks dancing across the walls mirroring the sparks racing under my skin. Her hands clutched my shoulders nails digging in just enough to mark without harm.
Mine cradled her face then slid down to grip her waist guiding the rhythm we both craved. Pleasure and danger twisted together so tightly I could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
This was the world I had dreamed of while dying under that truck.
Raw.
Unpredictable.
Utterly alive. Sylphie broke the kiss to gasp my name her crimson eyes glowing like twin coals.
Ken... you feel too good.
I almost forget why I brought you here. Almost I echoed smiling against her lips.
But not quite. She laughed breathlessly and rolled us again taking the top once more.
Her hair fell around us like a private veil shutting out everything but her heat her scent her promise. We continued that way trading control trading breaths trading slow burning kisses.
Each moment stretched luxurious and heavy with unspoken hunger.
The counter system kept its silent tally feeding me strength with every sigh every touch every shared tremor. Outside the chamber distant screams echoed from the cages reminding us both of the world waiting beyond these walls.
Inside only the bed the fire and the beautiful man eater who had chosen me for her night of pleasure. Sylphie leaned down brushing her lips along my collarbone then higher to my ear.
Stay with me like this a little longer she murmured voice thick with desire.
Let me show you every way I can make a man forget death is coming. I answered by pulling her closer bodies flush and moving in perfect sync.
The night was young.
The danger was real.
And for the first time in two lifetimes I wanted nothing more than to keep falling into it.