The Affair – Part 2
Ryan slipped his hand onto the small of her back, drawing her closer to him as he gently started to kiss her lips. Amelia returned the affection, turning up the intensity. She felt his breath quicken, and his heart began to race as she placed her hands on his chest.
Ryan guided her to the bed, and as Amelia lay down, Ryan began removing layers of clothing on himself and her. First, his shirt and belt. Grabbing her by the hands, he lifted her just enough to unzip her dress, and while Amelia peeled the garment off her shoulders, Ryan removed the rest of his own clothing.
They kissed harder. Limbs entwined, their breathing was fast, and every so often, a moan or sigh would escape their lips. Ryan ran his hands down her body, pulling the dress down and revealing every curve of her. Her scent was intoxicating, and Ryan could feel himself being drawn further under her spell.
Ryan clutched her close to him, and soon he began to feel her body shifting. As frightening as this part of their night was, it was also part of the thrill. The skin on Amelia’s back began to ripple, and the sharp bat-like wings began to pierce through. Ryan’s heart rate intensified as the wings unfolded to their full span past the edges of the bed.
The top of her head bulged, revealing a thick protrusion of bone that acted as a base for two demon horns on the top of her head. Amelia’s skin darkened, and her eyes turned from a deep chocolate brown to a burning red. Her dazzling grin now sported sharp fangs that would soon pierce Ryan’s skin.
He felt himself close to climaxing as the process began. She wasn’t just drinking his blood, even though she seemed to enjoy the taste. She was feeding off his soul. Amelia needed his life essence to live. To thrive.
There was an ecstasy that Ryan couldn’t find anywhere else that was always there with Amelia. Besides the thrill of being with someone so beautiful, there was a strange adrenaline rush as she brought him to the brink of death. No climax with a regular woman could match the feeling.
For Amelia, it was how she stayed alive. Feeding was a necessity. Drawing the breath and blood from a lover was more than pleasure. It was her sustenance. She didn’t want to kill anyone, but she couldn’t help who she was. What she was born into. Meeting Ryan and seeing how the man so desperately needed the rush made it easy to make their arrangement. The more they did this, the more she cared, making it easier to stop before it was too late.
Amelia could feel when Ryan was drawing close to unconsciousness. For him, the climax was intensified by being near death. Because she was at her highest point of the feed, she felt it too, and the both of them collapsed onto the bed, panting and nearly in a faint.
Two hours later, they were dressing. Amelia was back to her human form. Ryan watched her, thinking she was beautiful in either state. As she fixed her hair in the mirror, he walked up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and hugging her from behind. He inhaled her scent one last time. It needed to last him a year.
Amelia smiled and asked, “How do you feel?”
“Exhausted,” he answered. “The usual. I’ll sleep well.”
“You’ll sleep through tomorrow, maybe the next day, but you know that,” she said.
Ryan wasn’t driving home. He was going to stay over and recover. Amelia, rejuvenated, was going to make the drive back to her husband. Before leaving, she kissed Ryan softly, running her hand across his chest gently. He looked as if he’d pass out right there in her arms. Did she drain him too much? As if reading her thoughts, Ryan smiled and kissed her again.
“I’m fine,” he says with a soothing smile. “Call you next year then?”
Amelia returned the smile and said, “Definitely.”
“Drive safe, Amelia.”
“Sleep well, Ryan.”
