Vampire's Baby

Chapter 1-3

She could see it in his eyes that he was looking for something more than s*x, but he was afraid of something else. He was clearly afraid that this wasn’t going to be it. She wanted to know what he was looking for and if she could be what he was hungry for. She wanted to make him intrigued and excited.

“Are you brave enough to take a risk, Shantal? Going into this, knowing that there’s a 50/50 chance that I’m going to be gone tomorrow or that I’m going to be there, trying my hardest to make this work, are you willing to take that chance on me? Are you willing to be brave?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, but she was strong. She wasn’t going to roll over for this guy. “Are you brave enough to be more than just a douche who sleeps with a girl and vanishes before the sun rises?”

He laughed at that. “Some of us are creatures of the night,” he assured her with a strange sort of certainty in his voice that didn’t sound like they were talking about the same thing. “But, I think I’m brave enough to try and be the guy who is true and honest with you. There’s something about you, Shantal. I think you’re the kind of woman that’s worth all of that, that’s actually worth all the romantic notions that have failed in the past. I like that about you. You’re a pure soul. You’re the kind of goodness that the world needs.”

“You’re very smooth,” she laughed, wishing that she could believe him, but there was something in the back of her mind that kept clicking on the emergency light and the flashing red lights that wailed were stronger than ever. There was something off about this guy. There was something dangerous and wrong with him. He was going to break her heart and she knew it was going to be painful, but she was jumping in with her eyes wide open. She knew exactly what was coming for her.

“You want to get out of here and do something risky?” he asked her with a smile on his lips.

She knew that she did. She knew that there was something about all of this that was tantalizing to her. She knew that there was something about him that made her want to take that risk. Maybe it was the fact that she was jumping in with her eyes wide open and realizing that if they were on equal playing grounds, then it might be something she was interested in. No illusions, no borders, just a risk with honest outcomes. That was something that she was definitely interested in.

“I think I might,” she said with a grin. Yes, this was something that she was very interested in. This was something that she was definitely going to play at. This was something that she was going to get involved in, because right now, she felt like taking advantage of him and herself.

Why not? They were both attracted to each other and life was short. There was nothing in the world made more sense to her. She wanted to have fun and cut loose. She grabbed her clutch and took his arm as they headed for the door.

The night air was brisk and breezy. It was something that told her that they were alive and that the city was full of energy they were waiting to tap into. It was something that they could harness and take advantage of, if they were willing to do so. This was a new birth for her and she felt like she was capable of anything. She smiled at him as the wind kicked up her hair and she combed it back into place with her fingers so that she could see his smiling face in the nocturnal world of the city.

“Ready for the question?” he asked her.

“Hit me with it,” she said playfully.

“My place or yours?” he asked nervously, like this was painful for him. “Would you like home field advantage or would you like to keep that a mystery from me until you’ve decided that I’m not an unsavory character?”

She thought about it for a moment and knew exactly what she wanted.

“My place,” she said with confidence.

She liked her home and she trusted it. She knew where her secrets were hidden and she knew that if she needed to kick him out, Reggie next door would happily come to her aid. Reggie had a soft spot for her.

When they made it back to her apartment, it was a relief that she knew Reggie was home and that she had picked her home as their retreat. She loved her apartment and she loved that she had the kind of job that could pay for a larger, nicer apartment than most of the other people she knew.

It was a nice apartment that she had taken care to decorate beautifully and cleanly. She didn’t believe in clutter and she liked showing off her home. When they walked inside, Vincenzo looked around with a smile on his face, appreciating it as he looked around at the art on the walls and the décor that she’d bought to make the place more inviting and more alluring to those who came to visit.

“This place is fantastic,” he said, sitting down on the sofa that actually matched her

room and was comfortable. It was a one of her greatest prides in the apartment.

“Thanks,” she called to him, walking into the tidy kitchen that was nicer than most other kitchens that her friends or her siblings had. She was the envy of most. She grabbed two glasses and selected one of the red wines she had on hand and poured it for the two of them, watching him as he looked at her bookshelves.

“You’re a fan of the classics,” he mused, looking over the leather bound titles that she had hunted down at used bookstores and at small shops where she discovered them like treasures. “That’s something that’s hard to find with people these days. It’s all about Fifty Shades and pop psychology trash.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” she said with a smile. “What’s your favorite?”

“War and Peace,” he said quickly.

She smiled and handed him the glass of red that she’d selected. She had not expected that from him. War and Peace was an excellent choice and she was glad that he had mentioned it. It was something that was very unique to him. She’d never found anyone who liked War and Peace before, at least not that much.

“Yours?” he asked.

“Pride and Prejudice,” she shrugged.

“A romantic to the core,” he said with a smile.

She finished taking a drink and was glad that she had a little more liquid courage with her. She needed something to give her the bravery and the stamina to do what she wanted to do with him.

There was something intimidating about him and as she looked at him, she knew that something about him was what she truly enjoyed. She wanted to have more time with him and she wanted to appreciate him more in her home. He was engaging and beautiful.

He leaned in and pressed his cool lips to hers and they were so soft and welcoming that she couldn’t possibly imagine. They tasted sweet, like they were made of raspberry cream and he was beyond magical to her. She could feel those lips locked with hers and she knew that there was a powerful quality about them, something engaging that she couldn’t put her finger on, but she didn’t want their lips to part. She wanted to keep her lips on his for the rest of her life, but there was something warning her that he was still the dangerous man that she had suspected he was at the bar.

“Is everything okay?” he asked her softly, his voice breathy and beautiful, like he was winded by the kiss he had just experienced.

“Perfect,” she whispered, not sure if it was a good thing or if it was a bad thing. She was afraid of it.

His cool fingertips brushed against her cheek and he cupped her face, leaning in and pressing his wondrous lips to hers again and she felt like she was melting in his hands. This was something she could get used to and really start to enjoy. There was a truly magical way about him and she knew that she wanted to kiss him again and again for the rest of her days.

She loved the way his lips engaged hers, opening them and truly locking with them, as she continued to kiss him again and again. Their tongues softly brushing against each other, she felt her whole body leaning against him, warming him as they kept kissing, leaning into each other and really building the heat and the momentum of the kiss.

She found herself on the couch, sitting with him, and she could feel her legs draped across his so that she was slightly sitting on top of him, but she didn’t care what was happening. She didn’t care where she was, all she wanted was to have access to his lips. She wanted them pressed against hers

She wanted his tongue to continue to circle hers, pressing softly like they were soul mates that were finally brought together again. This was the kiss she was hungry for. This was everything that she had been hoping to find when she had gone out to the bar tonight.

She ran her fingers over his face, feeling his bone structure, the softness of his skin and then ran her fingertips down his neck and over his strong, sculpted chest, feeling his shoulders and arms as he held her close to him, making sure that she couldn’t escape or pull back. He wanted her and she wanted him.

She wanted to throw him down right there and see what he had to offer. She wanted to see everything that this playboy had to work with and what his equipment was like.

He kissed her cheek, making his way slowly and tenderly down her neck and she moaned at the feeling of his cool lips against her skin, like wherever he touched there would be frost there when she pulled away. She liked that feeling. She liked that sensation more than anything. It made her shudder and shiver when he kissed her and she didn’t know that his fingers had danced over her body, exploring her with a kind of hungry fascination she hadn’t been expecting.

This was a man who was gifted with a soft touch and he was very interested in her. That was good, she wanted him to be interested in her. She wanted him to be very, very interested in her.

Tender lips pressed against her skin, right above her collar bone and she shivered at the sensation, wanting more and more of it. It was like he was ice and she was fire, ready to ignite and burst across him, filling the room with steam at the drop of a hat.

She was ready for this as he tenderly kissed her and she didn’t even know that her hands were at work as she continued to let him kiss her, throwing her hair back as she leaned her head away from him, giving him access to her bare skin.

It was a spontaneous and a sudden thing that they were starting to lose clothes and she didn’t even know that it was happening until she was half-naked with him and he was shirtless, pale, but as beautiful as a statue in front of her. His body was so magnificent, as though he spent hours every night in the gym and that was all that he did.

She felt like she was looking at the chest and arms of a model, but one of the handsome kinds that didn’t look like they were stoned and spaced out. He was a spectacular specimen and she knew that he was the man of her dreams, molded by the soft sighs and the fluttering heart of a young woman who looked at a thousand magazine ads in her entire life.

This was the man.

This was everything that she wanted.

As he pulled off her dress and she was completely naked, finally catching up to him, she didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, like she normally did. No, this was the first time in her life that she felt like she was comfortable being naked with a man. His kissing of her chest lowered until he was kissing her breasts, kissing them tenderly and running his hands over her body, cupping her breasts and holding them firmly with his hands as he stuck out his tongue and circled her n*****s.