A Vampire's Embrace

A Vampire's Embrace


Chapter One

        The blonde man turned from the sink and easily caught the towel his best friend tossed at him. He dried his hands before tossing the towel to his twin sister who in turn tossed it back to its place on the open cabinet. "So what are you two up to next?" the Mexican queried curiously.
        Trent stifled another yawn as he headed around the kitchen table and towards the living room. "I'm going to go see the kids off; then I'm coming back and going to bed for at least an hour or two."
        "Back in the bed already? What's wrong?" Carlos asked in concern.
        "Computer problems," Trent mumbled tiredly as he headed for the front door.
        "Don't forget to remind them of their lessons tomorrow afternoon," Trina called to the retreating back of her twin. She then announced as she turned from Carlos and began to leave the kitchen in the opposite direction, "I'm going to bed."
        "Trina?" Just as she was turning to go, he called her name and was rewarded when she turned back to look at him. His handsome face softened into his best begging expression as he fixed her with a charming grin and his sweetest puppy eyes. "Can I come?" he pleaded hopefully.
        For one second, Trina appeared to consider his words, but in fact, she was wondering just how hard his tail would have been wagging if he were indeed a dog. "Carlos!" Trent's astonished voice shattered her imaginings, and she laughed softly, her blue eyes dancing.
        Her laughter dashed Carlos' hopes, and his shoulders sagged in defeat. "Oh, well," he said carelessly with a chuckle. "I had to try."
        "If you want to," Trina told him, "you can take a nap on the couch in the living room, but don't you dare even begin to come near my bedroom." She then left the room just as the front door slammed shut. Carlos sighed heavily and headed for the couch.

~*~*~*~

        "Carlos! Carlos! CARLOS!" Two brown eyes flew open. Trina! She was calling him, but why?
        "Trina?" he called back. "What is it?"
        "I need you to do something for me," her enchanting voice floated back to his ears.
        "What?"
        "Come here, and I'll tell you."
        He was on his feet in an instant. "Keep talking," he told her.
        "Trent's not back yet, is he?"
        "No."
        "Good."
        "What do you mean good?" he questioned, his eyebrows rising slightly in surprise.
        "I'll explain when you get here," she told him just as he arrived at her bedroom door.
        His fingers closed around the knob, but he hesitated. "Are you decent?"
        "Come on in."
        Carlos took a deep breath. He had always wondered what the inside of Trina's bedroom looked like now that she was grown, but he had never wanted to find out this way. He had always wanted it to be when . . . His thoughts, heart, and body all froze as he opened the door and found Trina still laying in bed. The blankets and sheet were pooled around her feet, and her silk nightgown had risen up to reveal tantalizing glimpses of her creamy calves. He swallowed hard and fought to tear his eyes away. "Trina? I . . . Huh . . . I thought you said you were decent?"
        She grinned mischeviously up at him, and her baby blue eyes sparkled. "I never said anything of the sort. All I said was for you to come on in."
        "But you're . . ."
        "I know."
  p &np     "But you . . ."
        "I know," she said again, grinning.
        "Trina, what's going on here?" he demanded. "What is this? Some kind of test?!"
        There was both hurt and alarm in his chocolate eyes, and they pained her heart. "Carlos, it's nothing of the sort," she said. "I . . . It's . . . I want you, and I am sick and tired of hiding it! I have wanted you for the longest time and have loved you since even before I can remember! Carlos," she extended a hand, palm upwards, toward him, "make love to me?"
        "Trina, I . . .. . . . ." How could he possibly say no? His very being had ached for her for so long; he needed her to fill him. If he were to deny her request now, he might never get another chance, but this wasn't the way he had always hoped it would happen. This wasn't how it should be. How could he even be thinking of defiling her like this?
        Suddenly, she was standing before him, and before he could react, her lips had captured his. Her tongue dove into his mouth, quarreling with his, as she kissed him more deeply and passionately than any kiss he had ever before known. Her hands caressed his chest through the fabric of his shirt. Her eyes gazed lovingly down into his. She whispered to him between kisses: "I love you, Carlos, and I want you. I need you. Not just now but always." He was swiftly losing himself in her. "I want you to make love to me, Cs. s. I need you to fill me just like I know you need to be filled by me. You can't deny it. Not after all this time. We shouldn't have to ignore how we feel for each other any longer." Her eyes searched his as she whispered again, her breath hot on his lips, "Make love to me?"
        "You're sure?" he finally managed to gasp out.
        "I've never been surer of anything ever before in my entire life."
        At her affirmation, he could hold back no longer. His lips recaptured hers, his tongue diving deep within her heated mouth. His hands reached up to caress her luscious breasts through her nightgown as her hips instinctively cradled the rising bulge in his pants. His thumbs ran over her hard nipples as his hands continued caressing her tight breasts. Their tongues quarreled seductively together as their kiss continued to grow in heated passion, their lips only leaving one another's to seek new positions and even deeper pleasures.
        Her hands ran up his chest and then began to unbutton his buttons. Her lips left his to begin a heated trail of kisses down his neck. The tip of her pink tongue flicked out to lick the base of his throat, and she gently nipped his neck before continuing on down. She kissed each inch of his skin that each unbuttoned button revealed.
        Her bosoms arched in his hands, and her body shook slightly with shivers of excitement. That slight shaking was all it took to send the bodice of her blue nightgown falling from her shoulders all the way to the floor and her blonde hair tumbling down her back like a cascading, golden waterfall. He lowered his head to softly nip her right nipple. His tongue then began to toy with her silky skin, darting a lick here and there, until he finally brought her right bosom fully into his mouth. He sucked hard but not hard enough to actually harm her, and a low moan of ecasty escaped her lips as she ripped his shirt from his pants, tearing the remaining few buttons loose.
        Her hands ran freely over his naked chest. His strong arms gently encircled the small of her back as he continued to taste the sweet nectar of her breasts. They stumbled blindly towards the bed even as her hands found his belt and quickly unbuckled it. Tearing it from his pants' loops, she flung it aside. There was a loud crashing sound, but neither paid it any heed as they were completely lost in each other. She unbuckled and unzipped his pants with the same sure swiftness she had removed his belt with. The ends of her fingers slipped into the waistbands of his pants and boxers and pulled them downwards. Even as his sword sprang free of his clothes, they fell back onto the bed. He caught himself on his elbows to keep his weight off of her.
        Her hands swept seductive caresses over his back as his mouth slowly left her right breast. His head turned, and he licked her hard left nipple. He had barely began the same treatment on her left breast when she could stand it no longer. "Carlos," she moaned his name, "take me . . . now . . . please . . ." His mouth left her breast as he leaned up and over her. His lips lowered and pressed against hers in a perfect fit. His tongue swept into her mouth even as his sword plunged smoothly deep inside her.
        Their lovemaking was mad and passionate; everything he had ever hoped for and incredibly much more. She gave as good as she received, and her every touch burned him greater than anything he had ever even imagined. They filled one another completely, and as they rode together toward the stars, they called out each other's names in perfect unison.
        Suddenly, the bed began to shake. His world was set spinning, and when Officer Carlos Sandoval opened his eyes again, he found himself in a myraid of sheets and blankets and sitting in a heap on the Malloys' living room floor. He groaned aloud. "Not again . . ." If he didn't stop having dreams like those, he'd never get any real sleep!

~*~*~*~

        A knock came at her door. She rolled over, pulling her blanket up to her chin. Her eyes never opened as she muttered barely loud enough to be heard, "I told you not to come back this way, Carlos."
        "Trina, please," his wonderful voice pleaded from the other side of her closed door. "I just want to talk. Honest!"
        "I've heard that one before."
        "From me?" he asked her. "Trina, you know you can trust me. I'd never lie to you. Well, not about the important stuff, any way."
        She groaned. "But why now, Carlos? I've been shooting all night! I'm exhausted!"
        "I know, but . . . " He sighed before continuing with an admission that she had never thought she would ever hear from his lips, "Trina, if I don't do this now, I'll lose my nerve. Please, let me in just long enough to say what I've got to say. Then, if you want to, you can kick me out. Just hear me out, please?"
        "Go ahead. Say what you have to stay," she told him, still not opening her eyes though he had finally earned her attention.
        "It's not something a man wants to say to a closed door," he told her.
        She sighed but forced herself up to a sitting position. She hugged the blanket to her as she said, finally opening her eyes, "All right. Come on in and get it over with."
        He walked into the room, bringing the door to a quiet close behind him. "Trina, I . . . " he started, shoving a hand nervously through his dark curls.
        "Just say it, Carlos," she told him impatiently. It was then that she noticed the nervousness in his chocolate eyes, however, and her voice instantly softened, "Carlos, it's me. You know you can tell me anything. What is it? What's wrong?"
        He came to stand right next to her bed and gazed down adoringly at her. "Trina . . ." he tried but failed agaiHe bHe bit his bottom lip and then tried a third time, "I'm sick of it, Trina. I'm sick of being rebuffed again and again when I know you feel the same way about me as I do you. Something as powerful as what I feel for you can not possibly be one-sided. You're afraid, and I understand that. I do," he insisted, his face filled with concern, "but I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt you."
        Normally, she would have tried to say that he was simply full of bull, but she could clearly see the honesty he spoke with and his raw emotions in his eyes. "Oh, Carlos," she breathed, her own face becoming full of concern. "I know you would never purposefully hurt me, but things happen. Terrible things that aren't planned to happen but still do. Happily ever after doe exi exist, and sooner or later, something would happen. You'd hurt me or I'd hurt you, but something would happen. Then, our friendship would be destoryed, and Trent would lose you as a friend. I can't let that happen."
        "It wouldn't happen," he protested. "Trina, I love you, and even if something did happen . . . if . . . if you grew tired of me or something . . . we'd still be friends. I love you, Trina, but no matter what might ever happen, I can't and I won't lose you or Trent as my dearest friends. I refuse to, but we're meant to be together." His hand reached down towards her beautiful face. "Happily ever after does exist." When she didn't pull away or attempt to stop him, he cupped and gently caressed her cheek. "Please, Trina, believe me. I would never do anything to hurt you, and I would never allow anything to stop our friendship or my friendship with Trent. You don't have to be afraid." His thumb drew slowly across her cheek, sending an invisible lightning bolt of erotic electricity shooting through her body. "Please believe me," he repeated, moving his thumb to brush tenderly over her soft lips.
        She was lost completely in him by this point. She could not tear her eyes away from his. Her lips moved so that her tongue teased his thumb as she spoke, "I do."
        "Are you sure?" he asked her softly.
        "Absolutely." They smiled at one another; their faces and eyes were flooded with their joy and love. Silence reigned f lon long moment before she finally spoke again, shattering the quiet with her whispered request, "Carlos . . . make love to me?"
        He gulped in shocked surprise. "Trina, I don't want to take advantage of your being tired," he managed to say, his tongue nearly tripping over his teeth and lips as he strud tod to get the words out.
        "You're not," she breathed softly. "We've both wanted this for so long. It's past time we stopped denying our selves and what we feel." She suddenly reached up with one hand, grasped his shirt's collar, and pulled him down to her. She leaned up to meet his descending body, and her lips captured his in a heated kiss.
        At first, he was too shocked to move, but then his tongue slipped smoothly into her mouth to tempt and tantalize her own tongue. Their kiss grew until the room around them felt as hot as the Sahara desert at noon. His lips left hers to begin a trail of scorching kisses down her neck. "Trina," he moaned her name as her hands moved to caress his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, "if you don't want this . . . if there's any doubt in your mind . . . stop me now . . . before it's too late . . ."
        "Carlos," she spoke his name huskily as she turned, swiftly flipping him over to where he lay, on his back, next to her in the bed. She quickly followed, straddling him as she did so. Her long, blonde hair fell to one side of her lovely face as she gazed down at him. Their eyes locked again as she asked him, "Any one ever tell you you talk too much?" Her hands lowered to the end of his shirt to begin to pull it upwards even as she leaned down to kiss him again. Her lips left his as she pulled his shirt off over his head, her fingers brushing across curls of his satin hair as she did so. She tossed his shirt aside and recaptured his lips with hers in a maddening kiss before moving her hands to sweep over his sexy chest with seductive caresses.
        Her hands soon reached his pants. His hands reached up to caress her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown even as her hands began to work on removing his belt. They continued to kiss, their lips parting only to seek deeper pleasures and new positions. Their tongues trysted within their heated mouths, and a simultaneous moan of pleasure was lost from both against one another's lips.
        She slid his belt out from its loops and tossed it aside. There was a crashing sound, but neither paid the unfortunate lamp any heed. Her hands next moved to the button of his pants, but his fingers suddenly closed over hers. She looked at him quizzically as he stopped kissing her to breathe her name, "Trina?"
        What was he doing? He couldn't have changed his mind . . . could he? Fear began to creep into her heart, but then he reached up with one hand to softly caress her face. "I love you," he told her, "and I want you." Mischief suddenly twinkled in his breath-taking eyes as he teasingly asked her, "But don't I get to remove any of your clothes?"
        She bit back the giggle of relief that rose in the back of her throat as she lifted her arms and said instead, "Do with me as you will." She could feel his sword become even harder as she huskily spoke those words, and her smile brightened even more.
        Grinning, he told her, "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment." His hands ran lovingly over her body, sending electric sparks shooting through the thin fabric of her nightgown straight into her willing body, until reaching the hem of her nigwn. wn. Then, slowly, he began to push it upwards, his fingertips softly stroking her naked skin as he did so. His breath caught in his throat as his eager eyes were filled with her beauty.
        Her heart was already hammering, but it felt as if it would surely explode at any second as his hands admiringly caressed her tight breasts after tossing her nightgown to the side. "Like what you see?" she managed to ask him, her baby blue eyes shining with a light brighter than any that had ever filled them before.
        "Like?" he repeated. "No." He shook his head, but then he grinned even more brightly. "Love is far more the word, mi belleza gloriosa."
        His Spanish tongue thrilled her so much that she could wait no longer to again taste his sweet nectar. Her lips met his in a kiss more passionate than any she had ever even imagined before. Her hands returned to his pants as his hands continued to caress her breasts, his thumbs gently rubbing her hard nipples.
        It took her only a heartbeat longer to push his pants and boxers down, allowing his mighty sword to spring free from its restraints. Her fingers caressed it lovingly, and it almost seemed to vibrate with a life all its own at her mere touch. His tongue thrust even deeper into her mouth as she leaned down over him, sliding smoothly onto his steed.
        She rode him through their wildly passionate love-making, but just as his warmth began to spread through her, she found herself falling. A sharp pain rammed through the back of her head, and her blue eyes flew open in shocked surprise as she found herself tumbling out of her bed. She landed hard but did not allow any sound to escape her lips. Reaching a hand to the back of her head, she gently rubbed the throbbing area before bringing her fingers back around. She sighed with relief. At least there wasn't any blood, and that lack of blood meant that there were no explainations that she would have to give.
        Picking herself up, she sent a frosty glare at the night stand that sat innocently next to her bed. She sighed again as her gaze moved to her bed. {So much for sleep,} she muttered to herself before heading for the shower that adjoined her bedroom.


To Be Continued . . .