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Chapter 4

His words and eyes ignited a rush of heat that flushed my skin and quickened my breath and made the sweet throbbing at my center almost unbearable. I stripped the sheer gown over my head and dropped it to the deck, loving the feeling of freedom. My awareness of the beautiful, endless night sky, the chilly air, and the watching moon melted away and all I knew was the feverish warmth of his strong hands on me, caressing my thighs and buttocks. He laid his cheek against my pubic mound and I whimpered, reaching down to press him against me more firmly. I wanted to open myself and force his mouth against me, but I somehow held back and let him control the pace. I knew he was also holding back, fighting the animal lust of the demon, and I loved him for it, though I couldn’t help longing for it to break free. I knew it would, soon. The time of the change was at hand and even Aloysius couldn’t hold it back.

He moved and kissed where his cheek had lain against me, then turned me gently, so that he knelt behind me. He pressed against me, his hands roaming over the front of my body, then I felt his lips again, at the juncture of buttock and thigh. His lips, then his tongue. He held my hips fast and trailed cooling saliva from my hip to the top of my crevice, began licking his way down the center. I couldn’t breathe until he let up for a moment, then I gasped a breath that became a sob, maddened by the stimulation, needing so much more. I squirmed and he held me tighter with one long arm while his other hand moved to stroke my clitoris, wrenching an uncontrollable moan from deep in my throat. At the same time, his tongue finally reached me where I throbbed so sweetly for him. I caressed my nipples, murmuring his name, then cried out, almost peaking in orgasm, but he stopped just before I could. I felt his body pressing against my legs. His hands reached up to fondle my breasts. He kissed my spine, bit me lightly. I felt him getting to his feet, felt his breath on the back of my neck, and gentle kisses there that became almost painful as his lips moved around to my shoulder. He stopped and turned me to face him.

The tips of his incisors could now be seen with the least parting of his lips, and the intensity in his glowing silvery eyes was almost unbearable to behold. His pale cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips a deeper shade of pink. His white-blond hair seemed a little longer, and a little wilder, like the fur on a dog’s back rising in anger or excitement. Pale stubble on his cheeks had lengthened to silky down. He raised my hand to his mouth to kiss it and I saw that his nails had grown, now protruding past the ends of his long fingers, talon-shaped.

He ripped the shirt from his torso and hurled it away violently, then stepped to me and embraced me, his movements abruptly gentle and controlled again. He tilted my head back and touched his forehead to mine, holding me as though we were about to began a waltz. “I adore making love to you,” he whispered. “I adore you.”

“And I you, Aloysius.”

He pulled me closer and spoke again, directly into my ear. “I love the way you move against me when we kiss, like waves that can’t resist the attraction of the moon...I am your moon...”

“Yes, darling...”

“The way you tilt your head and give me your mouth...and your nipples grazing my chest...and the way you beg me for it...”

We were swaying slightly now, as though to music only he could hear, or perhaps just to the rhythm of his soft, husky voice. A chill breeze intruded off the water, probing like cold fingers in the little spaces between our bodies, between my legs. His voice was hypnotic, and it grew deeper and huskier as he continued. “The way you caress my chest and shoulders and back...and reach down and touch me...until I have to make you stop...the things you say you’ll do for me...your tongue in my mouth...the way you shudder when I kiss your neck...”

He nuzzled under my chin, then kissed me there, and kissed the hollow of my throat, and moved his lips to my collarbone, and I shuddered against him. He laughed softly. “Yes, love...just that way...”

He bent his head and kissed my breasts, lingering on the inner slopes. “Your skin is so soft in your secret places, like normal skin covered by a layer of cream...on your breasts...your thighs...”

He knelt again and directed me to step outward a little more, kissed my inner thighs, licked the juncture of thigh and groin.

“...the ssilkinesss inssside you...” His growing incisors were affecting his speech now, the s’s hissing a little.

He kissed my vaginal area, licked it. His tongue slipped inside me. I touched his hair, stroking it, then, losing control, held his head, moving against his mouth, and he let me, his hands once again on my buttocks, hot and firm and demanding. They moved lower, fingers reaching down and around to open me further, and his lips and tongue slid upward to my clitoris, teasing and flicking and sucking until I cried out softly and rhythmically, my hips and inner muscles working as though he pumped deep within me. With a final kiss, he pulled back easily, despite my hands that were trying to force him to stay, and looked up at me, smiling in delight at my utter delirium as I begged for more.

“Shhhhh....” He held me still with an arm around my hips, reached up to put a finger to my lips. “Shhhhh, darling...”

When he saw that I could stand without assistance, he began to finish the job I’d started, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. His penis, turgid with the fire of the demon, sprang free, and he pushed the clothing down to his knees, sitting back on his heels. “Come to me, my darling. Come to me now.”

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