Witch or vampire?

A one night stand?

"Isn't it strange the way things can change

Life that you lead turned on its head

Suddenly someone means more than you felt for

House in its yard turns into home

Sorry but I meant to say many things along the way

This one's for you

Have I told you I ache

Have I told you I ache

Have I told you I ache, for you"

Ache, by James Carrington

We made love this morning until I was completely exhausted. I had finally fallen asleep in his arms, feeling safe and secure like never before.

Who was this man whose body I had explored so thoroughly for hours?

I only knew that he was the most passionate and considerate lover a woman could ask for. A soft caress, a kiss, a nibbling on one of the sensitive spots of my body – some of which I hadn't known myself – rekindled the fire within my body over and over again.

He reached his own peak each time he brought out the woman in me with amazing stamina. One touch was enough to set me afire again.

A few times I had been shy at my own passion, but each time he'd encouraged me to follow through. I couldn't get enough of him, especially of his responsiveness. His face was very expressive, like a mirror showing countless nuances of his mood.

There was only one constant – a subtle sadness in his eyes. Only during a very few moments, when he'd surrendered to me completely, the sadness had vanished. There had to be a reason for it, but I hadn't asked, not wanting to destroy the magic of the moment.

I was still a bit drowsy when I noticed that I was alone in bed. Promptly my consciousness returned.

Was he gone? I listened to the sounds in the house, but there were none. It was dark outside and according to my clock it was late Sunday evening. Only the smell of freshly brewed coffee reached my nose.

Coffee? I jumped out of bed and put on my robe before I tiptoed down into the kitchen. He stood at the window in his boxers and nipped some coffee.

„Good evening", he said.

I wrapped my arms around my body. The way he eyed me had me tingling in all the right places.

„Hey", I replied and walked to him.

He smiled and pulled me into his arms. „You look a bit worn", he teased.

I just grinned. „Hm, I wonder who's responsible?" I returned.

„Your insatiable appetite for me", he started, but I intervened.

„Wait a minute, who's the insatiable one, huh?" I scolded him.

„Are you complaining, Helen?" he teased.

I pouted. „Only that you didn't wake me properly", I replied.

„Oh, that I can catch up on, if you want", he told me.

I thought about it for a moment. „Well, I am hungry", I replied and he started fumbling with the belt of my robe, but I took his hands away with a smile.

„But for now I'm not hungry for this, Damon." Now he was the one to pout.

„Ouch", he replied. „I thought you should get as much sleep as possible", he added with a wink.