A Face Made For Daylight

Fiendish wonder in the carnival's wake

By the time Alistair properly disposed of the boy's body miles away from the circus grounds, away from the stray dogs who could sniff out his bones, Marie was already washed up and asleep. Even though vampires didn't need a lot of sleep, Marie had an exhausting day of pleasure and bliss and her body craved the pure tranquility. The sun was starting to rise and Alistair had too much on his mind.

He drew himself a bath to wash away his sins. Surrounded by the warmth of the bath, he ran his wet hands through his hair slicking his loose quiff back. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of his wet hairdo in the mirror. He's never seen his hair tightly combed back. I look like Dracula. He scoffed to himself. He sunk into the unholy water resting his head against the cool porcelain edge of the tub and let his dark thoughts wash over him like crashing waves in the eye of the storm.

Turning for Marie was something he never regretted. He did not have one fleeting thought against this lifestyle. Immortality. A soul mate beyond eternity. This is what he reveled in. All the poetry he has written is derived from passion, love, longing. An eternity with her, a muse to inspire all his work. Shakespeare couldn't write a better love story. Alistair was not only writing it but will write it for eternity. The ultimate poem, a declaration of unconditional love outlasting basic human needs. His heart was his strength, but right now it was his demise. The human side of him was holding him back. I'm gonna lose her, he thought. I have to prove I'm capable of this life or I'll spend eternity alone. I have to let go.

With a towel wrapped around his lower body, he made his way out into the bedroom. Marie's body was on display as the thin white sheet barely wrapped around her naked body. She was laying with her back to him. His eyes trailed down her back to those dimples right above her cheeks, peeking ever so slightly catching his attention. He knew he couldn't fix everything right now, but he knew he had to start somewhere. Pleasing her, attending to her, serving her every carnal need. He dropped his towel to the floor, his thoughts leaving an effect on him as he palmed his semi hard erection. He propped himself on his knees and moved in closer to her leaning down to kiss her back. Marie flinched lightly and opened her eyes turning slowly to face him.

"Wha—". Her voice raspy as she came to. Alistair brought his mouth down to hers and she hummed against his lips adjusting to the situation. He slowly and smoothly brushed the bed sheet away from her body as she turned onto her back. He climbed over her and brought his mouth down to her, kissing her with more hunger. She moaned bringing her hands to his head pushing him down by his wet hair as their tongues danced.  She let her fingers brush his hair and moved them down to pull lightly on the golden chain hanging off his neck over her.

With his mouth not leaving hers, Alistair pushed her thighs apart with his hand between her legs. She moaned against his mouth approving. She felt a tingling rush through her welcoming his sudden advancement. His hand came to her folds and he brushed a finger slightly against her pussy. Marie instantly opened her mouth whimpering against him. Alistair lightly pulled at her bottom lip and felt her wetness coat his finger.

"Al.." She moaned slightly bucking herself into his touch.

"Baby—your pussy is so fucking sensitive in the morning ." He moved his face back up to take a look at her. Her eyes shut, brows furrowed, mouth slightly open. He moved his index and middle finger against her wet pussy, coating them with her pooling arousal. He brushed them up and down along her folds, building her anticipation. Feeling her react to him, he brought his thumb up to her clit adding more pressure as he circled her sensitive spot. Keeping his gaze on her, his lips slightly parted, a smirk pulling his lip up as she moaned his name.

"Look at me." His voice raspy and thick. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes opened looking up at him. The strands from his slicked back quiff fell to his forehead, his eyes glazed with lust. His lip slightly curved into a devilish little smirk. He licked his lip and swallowed adding more pressure to her clit and inserted his fingers into her wet aching pussy, slowly. His face serious, concentrating on her needs. Marie shut her eyes and let out a moan begging for more. He pulled them slowly out and pushed again hissing at how she clenched around him immediately.