For this Valentine's Day, I have created another tantalizing Paranormal Erotic Romance Novella for your reading pleasure:
'The Seduction of Gretchen'!
“I know that I should not allow myself to be vulnerable to a Vampire like this, but he has me so hot, how can I possibly deny him? Besides he is far more than just a Vampire to me.
He is my Vampire. And I am his.”
Gretchen
has worked at Sanguelascivia as an
erotic performer and blood courtesan for several years, done it all, seen it all. She thought she had grown numb to the
Vampires whom she was required to service.
It was just a job. They were just the clientele.
That
is, until the night Lucius shows up.
While
on stage in the midst of her performance, Gretchen first locks eyes with him,
his gleaming blue eyes never departing from her. With every move she makes, she feels him
watching her, making her hotter by the second.
She fully expects him to be there after the performance to request her
services, but to her surprise, he is nowhere to be seen. Perplexed, Gretchen tries to brush him from
her mind, yet hard as she may try, she cannot.
What
is it about him? No man— human or Vampire— has ever had her feeling quite like this, has ever
penetrated her soul as he had. And she
isn’t sure whether she likes it. But one
thing is sure, there is no denying it.
What is happening to her?
Then
soon again Lucius is there, boring into her with those cryptic eyes. And once more, he disappears before the end
of the night. She finds herself
fantasizing over this Vampire—
something which she never thought she would do.
Gretchen resolves the next time she sees him, she’ll be damned if he’s
going to slip away again without speaking to her. She will take matters into her own hands if
she must. She will request him!
When
at last she realises her long-awaited private session with him, Gretchen
discovers Lucius has a delicious secret which she never thought possible. And just as furtively as he appears, so does
he vanish once more. Left with so many
questions, she can scarcely wait to see him again. And Lucius only feeds her preoccupation with
him, sending her expensive gifts in between his random visits.
Inferring
a sense of urgency, this enigmatic Vampire suddenly asks to come away with him
to Paris to be his bonded blood servant— and lover. Relishing her sexual freedom, Gretchen has
never been one to desire this arrangement so many others hoped for. However, she fears that if she lets him go,
she will never see him again, feel him again.
But, what will be in store for her once she leaves the familiar comfort
of Sanguelascivia?
Story Excerpt for 'The Seduction of Gretchen'
“No need for that, Signorina
Gretchen,” she told me pragmatically. I
looked to her questioningly.
“Your services have already been reserved by a
Monsieur Lucius La Croix. He is already
waiting for you in room five-hundred twenty-two.”
My heart nearly stopped.
Strange. Never have I heard of
someone circumventing the compulsory selection process. Could that be him? Monsieur Lucius La Croix… A French name… yes,
I could certainly see him being French.
Part of me hoped it would be,
while the other part feared the same.
If he has managed to have so profound an effect on me from a distance,
than being in his presence has the potential to literally ruin me! What if I never desire another man again, even
become physically repulsed by them and am left unable to perform forcing me to
take to the streets?
Worse yet, what if he is not satisfied with me, becoming disenchanted
with me, never to return! I will be
shattered!
Considering all of the possibilities
had my stomach working its way into knots.
I could hardly believe I was
finally going to be able to service him! Then for a moment, I decided I must be
dreaming, which would have been a rather disappointing realisation, indeed.
Well, I suppose I shall know soon enough if it is a dream or not.
My nerves were really beginning
to become agitated as I made my way up the several flights of stairs to the
fifth floor.
It is a good thing I am in shape!
All too soon— or not soon enough,
I am not sure which— I was standing before the room in which she had told me he
was waiting for me. As my hand moved to
the lever on the door, I drew in a deep breath.
A moment of fear shot through me.
What if it is not him, after all?
I don’t know if I can stand to be disappointed again. No, but it has to be him, I just know it is!
Turning down the lever, I pushed
the door open. “Hello? Bonjour?”
At first, I did not see
anyone. Thinking perhaps I had the wrong
room, I stepped back to glance at the number beside the door.
Five-hundred, twenty-two.
“Please, come in,” came the voice,
low and commanding yet smooth. Something
about the sound of it told me it was him.
It was the most perfect voice I had ever heard.
I stepped all the way inside the
small room, shutting the door behind me.
There to the far left side of the red velvet settee, sat the man whom
had occupied every waking— as well as non-waking— moment of my existence in the
past month.
My heart stopped within my
chest.
He was dressed rather elegantly
in a suit of ivory satin which seemed to blend seamlessly with his smooth as
alabaster skin. The suit was trimmed in
baby blue velvet, accentuating his eyes which were penetrating me in the same
mesmerizing manner as they had the other times I had seen him. His soft waves of pale blonde hair grazed his
shoulders and shone like silk, framing his perfectly structured face.
For all of my relentless fantasizing,
I now saw that I had failed severely in doing him proper justice. He was absolutely beautiful, if one could
call a man that, in which case he
would definitely be the prime definition.
He is a God!
I realised that never had I been
this close to him before. It was
humbling. The nervousness which had been
dancing about my stomach now flared up fully.
I feared I would choke and not be able to speak, ruining my chance to
make a positive impression upon him.
Somehow, surprising myself, I
managed.
“Monsieur La Croix?” I confirmed
almost inaudibly in an attempt to smooth over my shaky voice, which I consequently
failed miserably. Never had any man had
this effect upon me. I felt so silly!
The corners of his mouth curled
up to form a confident smile. Having not
the opportunity to see his smile before, I became further enthralled. It was indeed something to behold!
“Oui, I am Monsieur La Croix,” he
answered. “But please, call me Lucius.”
“Lucius,” I repeated, savouring
the sound of his name upon my tongue. Out
of fear at appearing daft, I quickly checked myself. If he knew the powerful effect he had upon
me, how I had fantasized of him every day, every night…
Then realising I was indeed
behaving precisely as a foolish girl, I had yet to even properly introduce
myself. No wonder he stared at me so
strangely. “Forgive me my pause. I am Gretchen.”
“Gretchen,” he repeated
sensually, as though caressing my name with his tongue. “A beautiful name. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you.”
“I agree, Monsieur… Lucius,” I
promptly corrected myself.
He merely continued smiling at
me, turning my knees to jelly. Though his
demeanour was one of refinement, I could also immediately sense something else
lurking just below the surface, though exactly what it was, I did not know.
“Won’t you please have a seat?”
he suggested, placing his hand upon the cushion beside him.
I swallowed, the thought of being
even closer to him nearly too much to handle.
Regardless, I knew that if I wanted even more from him, I had better
gain control of myself. Taking another
deep breath, my hands went to the sash at my waist which held my robe closed
and began to loosen it.
Much too courteously, Lucius held
up his hand to stop me. “That will not
be necessary, Gretchen,” he stated rather abruptly. Then smoothing over his tone once more, he
continued, “Let us become better acquainted, shall we?”
I was puzzled. After all the lust filled gazes we had
exchanged, he did not want me nude?
Brushing it aside for the moment, I walked towards him and sat upon the
settee beside him.
Oh God, how can I possibly be this close to him and not want more from
him?
“So then, you are French?” I enquired for want
of something, anything to begin the requisite conversation, my voice shakier
than I had hoped it would be.
“Oui. I live just outside Paris,” he replied
proudly. “Have you been there?”
“No, I have not. But I hope to one day.”
“And perhaps one day you shall,”
he remarked rather cryptically.
What does he mean by that?
My heart began racing as I
considered the possible scenarios. In
attempt to disguise my nervousness, I grinned at him, which I realised came out
far more profound than I had intended.
“There is no need for
anxiousness, Gretchen,” he stated calmly, placing his hand over mine. I shivered at his touch, but not because of
the coolness of it.
Is he able to read my mind, as well?
I chuckled. “Oh, I am not anxious,” I fibbed.
Raising his brow, Lucius just
tilted his head and stared at me as a father who had just caught a child in a
lie.
“Well, maybe just a little,” I
corrected, a coy smile touching my lips.
“To be quite honest, I have waited a long time to finally meet you,
Lucius.”
He remained silent for a long
moment, leaving me to wonder what he must be thinking.
At last, Lucius spoke. “Yes, and I, as well. Although I promised myself I would not.”
His words caused the knots in my
stomach to tighten.
“Would not what?” I enquired, a bit confused.
Sighing, he replied, “Succumb to my desire to be closer to you.”
Oh!
Well, that was certainly something to take in!
“But you are here now…” I validated.
“Oui,” Lucius confirmed in defeat. “I never said I was a strong man. Clearly, I was unable to resist my desire to
know you any longer.”
What in the world am I supposed to say to a declaration like that?
“Well then, I must confess, I am
glad you are not a strong man.” I smiled at him mischievously.
“I just had to give myself a
chance to spend some time with you, Gretchen,” Lucius expanded. “My curiosity got the better of me.”
“And?” I prodded, my hand
caressing his leg. I was not about to
let him leave me hanging like that!
Lucius looked back at me
curiously for a moment before placing his hand over mine firmly, hindering my
ascent up his thigh. “You are most
certainly a tempting woman, Gretchen,” he said.
And then so quietly that I was not sure if he had actually meant for me
to hear it, he added, “Tempting, indeed…”
That is
all he has to say? What am I supposed to
make of that?!
“However, I believe it is time
for me to go now,” he declared suddenly, rising to his feet.
I did not understand. It just did not fit everything I had imagined
our first encounter to be. I wanted to
give him everything of myself, wanted him to taste every part of me and here he
had taken nothing from me.
“Already?” I questioned him, intensely disappointed. “But you have not even tasted me.” I sputtered
hastily. Then, realising how that must
have sounded, I quickly added, my face flushing, “I mean my blood…”
“That is not why I came here, why
I requested you, Gretchen. I do not
typically make a habit of feeding from random humans.”
So, he regards me as no more than a random human?
“Oh, I see,” I replied, the disappointment
stinging me deeper.
My soaring heart plummeted.
It seems he wants nothing from me when all I wanted was to give him
everything.
Noticing my injured reaction, a
sympathetic smile touched upon his lips.
“On second thought, what kind of gentleman would refuse such an enticing
offer?” His smile transformed into one slightly
more lascivious as he moved closer.
“Close your eyes, Gretchen,” he whispered into my ear.
I did, my pulse already
quickening for him. My heart leapt with
joy as I felt him move in closer to me, wrapping his arms about my body. I felt the prominence of his hand upon my
face, gently tilting my head back. His
hands were cool, but for once I did not care, for his mere presence had ignited
my insides! I leaned my head back
further to allow him unencumbered access to me.
Scarcely a second after I
perceived the smoothness of his face against my neck, I felt his teeth pierce into
me, causing me to sigh into his ear. Never
before had being bitten by a Vampire instigated so much desire in me. All at once it seemed to flood my body, even
as my blood simultaneously flowed out of it.
In that moment, I was elated to
be serving him, that he was taking my
blood into him, that I was the one to
nourish his need for subsistence.
Somewhere during this— without my
sanctioning of it— my lust for him metamorphosed into something else. It was as I presumed it must be with a mother
nursing her newborn babe. I wanted to be
the one to fulfill all of his needs, wanted him to seek it out from me… only me.
In response to the feel of his
strong arms around me, his soft hair brushing my cheek, his full lips upon my
neck, his teeth nursing from my vein, my resulting pleasure swiftly began
gathering within my core.
I did not even realise I had
begun moaning so heavily.
“Oh yes, my Lucius,” I crooned
involuntarily as the heat of my pleasure ascended in me.
And then rather abruptly, he
released me, pulling his mouth from my neck.
So caught up in the experience was I, my head so light, that I stumbled.
“I must go,” he declared almost
severely.
At first, I could not decipher
the meaning of his words. My head was in
a fog, whether from the pleasure of what I had been experiencing or from the
lack of blood.
“No…” I whimpered, distressed at
the thought of being without him. “Will
I see you again?” I requested with a pout, immediately hoping I had not come
off as desperate.
“Perhaps…” he said as he reached
the door, roving his eyes over me hungrily one last time as he opened it.
And with that Lucius turned away
and went through the door, shutting it behind him before I had the chance to
say another word.
Stunned, I dropped down upon the
settee.
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