Virgin Moon (Episode #1): A Vampire/Werewolf Romance

"Are you a virgin?" Vincent ran his hands through his shortly cropped wavy black hair and scratched his scruffy beard, obviously waiting for me to respond in some fashion. 

I noticed he stared for a few moments at my opened thighs. His shirt was the only clothing I had on. Finally he crisscrossed his hands behind his head and simply watched me.

I wanted to lie and say that I wasn't a virgin, but drinking in his handsome presence, I couldn't deny him the truth. I wouldn't be able to deny him anything I realized. My inner core surged with hot desire for him. I swallowed down my fears. "Yes," I finally said. "But I'm experienced." With that utterance, I hoped Vincent would understand what I meant.

He laughed, low and seductive. A smile swept across his face and his eyes brightened. Slowly he raised an eyebrow at me. "Indeed?" he whispered. "You find me attractive, don't you?"

"Yes," I replied feeling a bulge in his pants meet the curve of my buttocks as I rested upon him.

Vincent gently ran his fingers across the side of my face. He had amazing blue eyes, angular features, a perfectly shaped nose and a square jaw. He was breathtaking.

When he touched me, I froze, unable to resist his sexual magnetism as he stared up at me. His eyes surely held the secrets to worlds beyond my comprehension. No one told me vampires would be so tempting. It was more than I could handle. Or was it? I pushed the naughty thought to the back of my mind.

"I promise to be gentle. I only want a taste. Will you allow me that, Emily?"

My heart again shattered when he said my name. I moaned as his large hands found my neck. He tugged lightly on my hair as he plunged his hands into the cascades of my long curly blond hair. My neck extended upwards and I was forced to look away from him. I was held captive in his embrace. His hands held me powerless as he gripped the back of my neck and the small of my back. The safety of the shirt I wore failed me and the front of my body was clearly exposed to this man, this vampire. My face reddened with shame and I forced my eyes open, looking upward. The lighted design of the warrior with his wolf returned my gaze. It was the most beautiful artwork I had ever seen. An offering of harmony between the two supernatural beings. Was such a thing possible? Instantly I felt my body relax under the vampire's touch.