One Night Stand

I sense I'm not alone, and the corner of my eye is snagged by the shadow that falls across my door. He moves stealthily, confident in his power, his eyes mesmerising as he stands at the foot of the bed, unblinking, waiting.... I can hear my heartbeat as my eyes mesh with his, and involuntarily, my body acquiesces. He moves closer, within touching distance, still waiting, watching. A soft sound and I'm his, and he knows it, rubbing his head against mine as I press my lips to his head, inhaling his scent, abandoning myself to his magic as he nuzzles my face, running his tongue over me, a deep throaty, sexy purr rumbling through his chest, as I stroke him. Warm, wet mouth against my chin and lips, lightly nipping me, his eyes hypnotic, soft little moans of need making me want to please him....

I awake to the sun already high overhead and alone in bed. I see him when I go for lunch, but he walks by me like he can't see me. I'm disappointed, but not surprised. I'm a big girl, right. But then, he's back again the next night and the night after, in my bed, on the sofa, adoring me..... Every night since then, only to leave before the sun comes up, when I cease to exist for him, as potent as water off a duck's back. Tonight is no different, and this time, I'm the one that walks away, knowing what the morning will bring. But I also know, that tomorrow and every other night, he'll be back with the darkness....