Thursday, January 14, 2010

Just a tease

It occurred to me that I had not shared my writing with you all. I've enjoyed the snippets and quickies that our other wonderful bloggers have posted. We have quite the talented group here. I hope I will not disappoint.

For my contribution, I'd like to share a chapter from one of my novels.

Immortalis Carpe Noctem - Chapter 11

Lysander came out of the bedroom dressed in a pair of plain carpenter jeans and a very loosely buttoned black shirt that revealed a tempting view of his neck and chest.

I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. I licked my lips, enjoying the view as he walked across the room.

“We are going to work on something tonight before you hunt,” he said. A sly grin crossed his face as he waved me over to take a seat at the head of the dining room table. “I am going to show you how to direct the feelings of your victim to make him submissive.”

A smile crept across my face. This sounds like it could be fun.

Lysander must have recognized my excitement; he returned my smile, showing just a hint of fangs beneath his lips. “Everyone, mortals and immortals alike, are susceptible to suggestion. You can use this to your advantage by hypnotizing and relaxing them, making your victim more submissive and willing for you to take him.”

A small giggle escaped me and I quickly covered my mouth to stifle it.

Lysander continued, “As your senses develop, you will easily be able recognize the feelings of those you come in contact with. You can use that ability to know what they are feeling and then change it to match whatever you want them to feel.”

He looked down at me. His eyes met mine, probing me for understanding.

“Can you sense what I am feeling?” he asked.

I sensed the warmth that seemed to join us, but never anything more. I remembered feeling the sadness that came from Lysander when he told me his story. I’d been looking into his eyes when I felt it.

Maybe that is what I have to do.

I tried to quiet my mind, focusing on him. His eyes were hypnotic and powerful; a rush of excitement took me over. He was like my own personal Greek god, statuesque and beautiful, the image of perfection with flawless features and those hypnotically beautiful eyes. It had been the nicest perk of my new-found immortality, that he was my maker.

I lost myself, staring into the deep gray pools of his eyes, admiring the blue flecks sparkling at me. Lysander was a perfect specimen of man. I suddenly wanted to pull him close and feel his body next to mine. I wanted to give in to my secret urge to be close to him.

We remained locked in this stare for a few moments, as I imagined feeling his lips on mine.

I shook my head, blinking a few times, realizing I wasn’t concentrating on my task. Anxiety crept into my mind.

What if I can’t do this? Focus! I need to focus! I can do this.

I blinked again before refocusing on Lysander’s eyes.

“Fear,” I whispered timidly. It was a guess. I couldn't sense what he was feeling. A tiny voice in my head took center stage, urging me to pull him closer.

“Concentrate on my feelings, Alyssa, not your own. Try again.”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and looked into Lysander’s eyes once more. I found it hard to see past the feelings of desire for him. I tried hard to quiet my nerves. There was no silence in my head. This need, this urge to be close to him, was all I felt. It took a moment, before I realized it must be coming from him as well.

My heart fluttered at the thought that he might want me too. “Desire,” I whispered.
“Good,” Lysander said calmly, showing no outward signs of any feeling. “That is the first step; you will need to read the feelings of your intended victim.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, happy I was able to perform the first part of this task.

“Next, you must create a very strong feeling in yourself. You have to feel it if you are going to make your victim feel it,” Lysander said.

That doesn’t sound too hard.

“When you have your strong feeling, you must will that feeling to your victim, so they feel it, too.”

A wicked grin crossed his face. I knew he was about to do something to me, but I didn’t know what it was.

“Now, imagine your victim feeling this as you attack.”

He lifted his hand and brushed the side of my neck. His touch caused my skin to pimple with gooseflesh. He looked down into my eyes; I felt the power of his stare intensify. A gray haze filled my mind and I felt weightless in my seat. My heart fluttered wildly, like a humming bird buzzing in my chest. A feeling of want took me, an overwhelming need for him to be close to me. I swooned, falling back into the chair. I caught my balance as Lysander bent down eye level with me. His hand knotted in my hair. He gently pulled my head backwards. Hot breath grazed the sensitive skin on my neck as he drew closer. it set my blood on fire.

I needed to touch him, to feel his body against my own. I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly; arching my neck towards him in anticipation. I knew now what was coming. I didn’t want to struggle. I wanted him to bite me, to take my essence into him.

His lips parted on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. A sigh escaped my lips.
His teeth pierced my skin, a momentary pinch. I whimpered but did not struggle against him. The sensual pull as he drew the life out of me quickly replaced any pain.

I wanted this; I wanted to be taken, to give all of myself to Lysander. Whatever he wanted from me, he could have; I would die in his arms if he only asked.

As quickly as he advanced, he finished his lesson, gently releasing me, letting me sink into the chair. Part of me wanted to cry out. I wanted more. I wanted his deadly kiss. My body ached for his closeness.

Lysander pulled away and sat himself down on the floor.

It took a few minutes for me to completely recover from his advance. I sat back up on the chair, breathing slowly, trying to calm my pounding heart.

“Now, Alyssa," he said, his voice deep and husky. "I want you to try that on me. Make me feel that same thing, make me want to die in your arms.”

I don’t know that I can do that.

His gaze had been so powerful and commanding. He had taken control of me before I knew what was happening. I didn’t know if I would be able to match that intensity and control.

I breathed slowly and steadily, trying to center myself. I needed to quiet my own yearning before I could gauge the emotions from Lysander. The lingering effects of his advance on me still took center stage in my mind. I couldn’t deny the ache, the desire to touch him.

I wanted him. I wanted to share myself with him. I wanted to be close to him.

I slid off the chair and onto his lap. Our eyes met and I felt the warmth, the connection between us. I focused on his beautiful eyes, calling up any power I might have in myself.

I want you, I want all of you.

I willed Lysander to feel my need as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.

I want you, Lysander.

His lips parted and our tongues collided. They danced together, playfully licking against our sharp teeth as we explored one another’s mouths. We locked in an embrace as new lovers on his dining room floor. I savored his lips; so soft, like two silken pillows, pressing against my own. My arms encircled his body, pulling us closer together.

I willed my feelings on him, hoping they were strong enough for him to want me as I wanted him.

Kissing wasn’t enough, I needed a taste. Thirst nagged at me and I needed blood to satiate it. I broke from our lip lock and ran my hands through his hair, gently pushing his head sideways, exposing his bare neck as I searched for the pulsing blue vein. I leaned down, pressing my teeth down gently against his skin. He shuddered for a second as my teeth broke through. His blood flowed freely out of the fresh open wound. The tingling ecstasy, the warm, sweet, honey liquid flooded my mouth. A dizzying rush of energy washed through me.

Instinctively, as if I had been doing it my whole life, I willed Lysander to share in this feeling.

A low, rumbling groan of pleasure came from him.

I drew his blood into me, slowly. I wanted to have him, all of him. I willed that thought and feeling to Lysander and drank him in deeply. His arms surrounded me, tightening in an embrace, pulling me in close, silently telling me to take him. A hard knot formed in his pants. I felt it pressing against me as I sat in his lap.

Warmth spread between my legs.

His heart beat in a slow, powerful rhythm, like a drum urging me to move and dance.
I ground into his hardness matching the beat of his calling heart. Lysander’s voice was low; his chest vibrated against me as he let out another groan of pleasure. His hands raked down my back. Pulling me in close, he forced my body to press harder and harder against him. His hands sank lower, down my back. He squeezed and kneaded my ass and guided the motion of my hips.

My head swam with pleasure as I drank in my fill. My body flooded with energy. I ached with need for more. Erotic images played in my mind. I had not had the pleasure of a man in so long. I needed to feel him inside of me. I imagined him on top of me, taking me. I willed him to see that image and feel that desire.

Oh, God, I need you Lysander.

I released myself from his neck. Lysander’s reached up, cradling the back of my head with his hand. His lips found mine again and he pushed me backwards. In one fluid motion he rolled us over, laying me gently on the ground below him.

It was as if he had heard my thoughts.

I flushed with excitement, looking up into his eyes. Flames of passion burned brightly in those swirling pools of twilight.

Lysander blinked a few times. His lusty gaze returned to a flat, emotionless expression as if someone had flicked on a light switch.

I silently cried out, What happened?

“That was a good try, Alyssa,” Lysander said, as he lifted himself off of me and sat against the wall. “If you can do something like that to your victim, they will have no reason to fight you or call for help…” There was a pause as he caught his breath before speaking again. “…though there is really no need to take it that far.”

Was that all just my doing? Didn’t he feel the same way? What the hell just happened?

Blood and warmth rushed to my face.

“…” I didn’t know what to say. The desire I felt was so real, I thought he must have felt it too. “Yeah. Right. I’ll keep that in mind.”

I got up and bolted to the bathroom to throw myself into a cold shower.


Secretia said...

Rozlyn, you are incredibly talented!


Rozlyn Sparks said...

Awww, thanks! You just made my day.