This is a romance story involving my character Lenore and Lucien Lacroix. I am merely borrowing the Forever Knight character and am making no profit from this. I do not own said character nor do I claim to. I'm sure he didn't mind and was returned in fine shape. All Standard Disclaimers apply. This is Atlantic Passion by niteflyer@alltel.net  Enjoy!
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Atlantic Passion
niteflyer
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     Lenore had never taken a cruise before, especially not alone. The first night of the cruise upon the white capped Southern Atlantic drew her out onto the forward deck of the Immortality. She walked under the stars as they glimmered in a moon-lit sky. What a lovely night to stroll under the heavens. She gazed over the railing of the huge ship and drank in the fragrance of the sea and all the wonders of night. It was in that moment of
silence and dream time that he touched her, tall, foreboding, eyes of steel and glacier blue mist, torturing her very soul to know him and know him well. He took her hand to his gentle but hungry lips and kissed it, holding it firmly. No words were needed, just the lone action of her following him as he lead her back towards his cabin, smiling sweetly, fangs slightly showing past his adorable lips. Lenore's heart beat fast in anticipation as
her mysterious host in his black, elegant , high collar suit and eye catching sword stick pin stopped to unlock his cabin. With one gentle hand around her waist, he delicately urged her forward. His cabin was lit only by candles and the dark aromatic fragrance of spiced rum and cinnamon enticed the senses. The flickering flames danced in his now golden flecked eyes, a burning statement giving a grand purpose to this truly divine evening.
     Lenore faced her destiny, the one who seemingly called out to her heart from miles away, the one sole purpose of her being on this cruise, her vampire lover Lucien Lacroix. She brushed his cheek gently with her hand as his lips met her wrist before she could pull it away. Grabbing it firmly with his hand, he pressed Lenore's wrist to his mouth, biting gently, nibbles working their way up her arm, to her shoulder which was bare from the dress she wore. The dazzling hot red full length cotton dress with a high collar and a heart cut out just above her breasts complimented her figure nicely. Her
long raven hair was pinned neatly in a lose bun, curls dangling beside each cheek. Her dark brown eyes were telling his icy ones where the warmest fires of romance awaited them both. Lacroix stood behind Lenore, hands on her shoulders, lips upon her ivory neck, then his tongue, then the light scrape of the two sharp and very hungry fangs. She turned towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him to her for a powerful kiss, her tongue upon his fangs and every explorable place in his torridly sexy mouth.
     He picked her up, carrying her to the softness of his king size mahogany bed.  He gazed down at her hungrily, fangs now fully extended as he stood quickly undressing. She bathed in the sight of his gorgeous body, tall and ivory as perfect as legendary statues created by the Gods. Lenore squirmed with anticipation as he pulled her to her knees, reaching back to unzip her dress, pulling it over her head, unfastening her black satin bra then pushing her slowly back on the bed and removing her matching panties. She invited him into her waiting arms, his body covered hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, her nipples, her stomach. She felt his hardness aching for absolution as he brought her pleasure beyond imagination with his tongue and fangs nibbling on her delicate parts. Lenore played in his soft bristled hair as he found her damp sex with two of his extremely long fingers. She wanted all of him, every part of him as he teased her, moving in and out slow and deep with his fingers, then softly nibbling her hot clit. She
begged for a resolve as he smiled mischievously at the torture he was putting her through. She cried out his name, her hunger for him and only him. He ran his tongue up over her body until again he found her mouth and silenced her pleading cries.
     He entered her with immortal ferocity, hard and deep as she wrapped her legs around her vampire, their tongues meeting as he pushed into her again and again. Lenore lost count of the orgasms given up to her perfect lover. No one had ever made her feel this way, hot and cold, pain and pleasure, intense pleasure. She met his every move, pushing against him harder, feeling his fangs upon her shoulder, burried deep, burning her inside and out. She moved his mouth up to her neck, urging him towards her vein,
begging for the most satisfying penetration, his hot sex and the incissors that would bond them for all eternity. Lenore did not have to ask twice. He sank his fangs deep as they both exploded in fiery, orgasmic paradise. He drank of her until the weakness set in, leaving her to dreams in his arms, his bed, his immortality , forever!
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