Evading Darkness

Chapter 5

Wait a second.......he updated?
Yes, I have. Despite what I'm sure at least some of you may believe, no I didn't die, fall off the face of the earth, or abandon any of you, or this site. Chapters of this and all my works will likely be coming very slowly for a while. I ask that you bare with me during these trial-some times, and have faith. That being said, I hope you enjoy this addition. Don't forget to vote/comment if you like this piece of work, and be sure to check out my other stories. Now, on with the show.

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I lay awake, staring at the plain white ceiling, my arm holding a sleeping naked Victoria, tightly against my chest. Her hair is spread out in a half-circle, covering her face and back, as well as most of my upper body. I gently push the dark hair behind her ear to get a clear view of her face. She has thin yet lush lips, that seem to shine slightly in what little light the moon casts through the window, a small, round nose, and long eyelashes. I place my hand gently on her cheek, which causes a gentle smile to play at her lips as she sleeps. I slide my hand down her cheek, reminiscing in the feel of the soft flesh I haven't felt for years.

My hand moves down her neck, moving her hair behind her shoulder, exposing what little of her fully nude frame that wasn't pressed against me. I slide my fingertips slowly down the perfect curve of her back. She shivers at my touch and clenches tighter to my chest. As I watch her, memories begin to play in my head, like several short clips of one larger picture. Meeting her for the first time, our first kiss, walking through an enormous garden together. I lay there, not moving a muscle, just watching my beautiful wife as she sleeps, allowing the memories to flow like a tap that's been left on. As the memories of us fill my mind, I can't but help to feel as though there were a third person with us the entire time, but hard as I try, I can't remember who.

A ray of light shines suddenly from between the white curtains that hung on the wall opposite the bed, cutting my thoughts and recollections short. Slowly, Victoria opens her emerald eyes, looking into mine, as if she were staring deep into my soul, and gently smiles. She closes her eyes tightly, wraps her left leg around my right, and presses her body as tight against me as she can, without climbing into my skin. "I was hoping that wasn't a dream," she whispers gently, and slowly begins to trace invisible circles on my chest with her forefinger and middle finger.

Still naked, she mounts me at my midsection to get a better look into my eyes. My eyes uncontrollably find themselves on her perfectly rounded breasts, working slowly down her slender frame, to the exposed softness between her legs. "Eyes up here, big guy," she says, smiling and blushing gently.

"If you want me to look anywhere else, you're gonna have to put clothes on," I stated bluntly, my eyes moving slowly back up her body. As memories of the previous night begin to dance through my mind, the red fades from her cheeks and she closes her eyes, snuggling her head into my chest and holding me, once again.

"I was so afraid I'd wake up and you'd be gone," she whispers quietly into my chest. The smallest tear slides slowly from the corner of her eye and down her cheek, before disappearing into her lips.

"Why are you crying?" I whisper gently, as I slide my thumb slowly across the soft flesh of her cheek, removing any trace of the tear with a single swipe.

"I'm just really happy," she whispers into my chest.

I can't help but to smile at that. "So am I," I reply, as I press my lips gently against hers. As our kiss grows more and more passionate, she slides her hand down my chest, abdomen, and under the covers, wrapping her fingers around my growing shaft. I can't help but to moan at her touch, making sure to be as quiet as possible. Just as she began sliding her hand up and down, the gentle knock of a toddler sounded at the door.

"Mommy, are you up?" comes Emil's voice from the other side of the door.

Blood instantly rushes to Victoria's cheeks, turning them a bright crimson, and she bites nervously at her lower lip. "Yeah, Hun, I'm awake," she calls to the small child, "just give me a minute, okay."

"Okay," he replies, and the pitter-patter of small feet can be heard as he turns and runs towards the stairs.

"I'm sorry," she whispers to me, gently, her cheeks still flushed. "I have to make them breakfast and get them ready for the day."

I press my lips against hers. "Need any help?" I offer, bringing a large smile to her lips.

"I'd love that." She kisses a gentle trail up my neck, before she slowly stands, taking the blanket with her, wrapped around her body, and walks slowly towards the dresser. As she walks, she drops the blanket slightly past her shoulders and looks back at me, seductively biting her lower lip.

I move behind her, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her tight against my chest. She leans backwards into me, and allows the sheet to drop around her ankles. My body moves as if it has a mind of it's own. I slide my hands slowly up her thin, pale frame. Her skin is just as soft and smooth as I've always known it to be.

She turns around in my arms and slides her hands down my chest. She opens her mouth slightly, exposing a pair of sharp fangs. Her eyes seemed to plead with me. "Of course," I whisper gently in her ear. She smiles and bites my neck, gently. As her fangs penetrate my flesh, they release a venom-like ecstasy into my blood stream, replacing any pain I would've felt with intense pleasure. The feeling only intensifies as my heart begins to pound, pushing the venom faster, throughout my body. It had been too long since I last felt the gentle pierce of her loving bite. I slide my arms around her, pulling her naked frame gently against mine.

After finishing her meal, she licks her lips clean of any stray drops that may have fallen. "Let's get dressed and go downstairs," she suggests, snuggling into my chest.

"As you wish, my love," is all I can think to say. She then dressed herself in a pair of skinny blue jeans that hugged her legs and bottom perfectly, as well as a plain, black t-shirt. All I could dress myself in were the same clothes I had found myself in. A pair of black leather combat boots, black jeans, and a red, long-sleeve button-up. Of course, I left my boots off.