This October feels unlike any other. The unusual warmth contrasts with the reddening leaves, a reminder that summer has given way to autumn. The click of my high heels punctuates my steps, the pale streetlamp glow reflecting off the glossy leather of my shoes.
The distant murmur of a party reaches me as I near my destination: the annual Halloween gathering.
I push open the small, worn metal gate and weave through clusters of smokers. I feel their eyes tracing the contours of my little red velvet dress, lingering on my curves. Subtly, I slow my pace, letting them admire me a while longer, yet I grant them no glance—only a faint smile, one that only the sharpest eyes will catch.
Inside, the scent of alcohol and heated bodies envelops me. I head for the kitchen, searching for the hostess, my friend. She finds me before I reach her, hugging me tightly. She hands me a drink and vanishes again—duty calls. I sway gently to the music, observing the crowd.
By my third glass, warmth has settled low in my belly. I drift toward the living room, catching sight of a dark figure at the top of the stairs, watching me. I ascend to the second floor, but the figure vanishes before I reach the landing.
Curiosity flares. I know the bedrooms are upstairs.
I glance around: no one. Three bedrooms, a bathroom. The shadow could not have gone far.
Determined to uncover the mystery, I open the bathroom door—and there he is. A man in a suit, black hair slicked back, eyes sharp and penetrating. He says nothing, holding my gaze as he extends a hand.
He opens the nearest bedroom door, and we step inside. Dozens of red candles cast flickering light across the room. He guides me to the bed where I sit.
He stands before me, lifting my chin so our eyes remain locked.
“May I?”
I nod silently.
He leans in, and our lips meet. Our mouths part, tongues entwining in a perfect rhythm. Desire ignites inside me, spreading from my belly throughout my body.
His hands seize the hem of my dress and, in one fluid motion, strip it away, revealing my porcelain skin and generous chest. I undo his pants and shirt as our kiss deepens. He, too, is pale.
I fall onto the bed, and he joins me. He smiles, and I glimpse two sharp fangs. I take him by the nape of his neck, exploring the vampiric allure of his mouth with my tongue. He breaks the kiss, lips capturing my erect nipple without hesitation. I moan against him.
My body arches under the tide of desire. A thought races through my mind:
“Wow… am I living my teenage Twilight fantasy? Fuck me, Edward!”
I reach for him, craving him inside me, but he stops me. Slowly, deliberately, he binds my hands with red ribbons I hadn’t noticed in my excitement.
He studies me, licking his fangs, then picks up a candle. Its flame dances in his hungry eyes. My restrained hands watch him move between my legs. His warm breath teases me as he leans close, candle held above my belly.
Finally, he consumes me, and drops of hot wax land on my pale skin. His tongue explores with fervor. I crave more. Again. The heat of the wax and the intensity of him overwhelm me. My mind spins.
I feel my release approaching.
He pauses to kiss me again. I ache to touch him, but I cannot.
Wax drips down my neck; he sets the candle aside and bites me there, the surprise eliciting another moan.
He kisses me once more before returning to my core. His fingers slip into my mouth, and I wet them with my tongue and lips before he slides them inside me. Waves of pleasure course through me as he continues, his tongue relentless.
As he teases me with his fingers, he gently sucks my clitoris. My gasps quicken, matching the rhythm of his movements. Faster and faster, until finally, I erupt in exquisite bliss.
Eyes closed, I savor the moment, feeling my wrists freed. I hear him open a window, and then… nothing.
I open my eyes. I’m alone. Outside, the city sleeps.
This is truly an October unlike any other.
Author: Kim Bélisle