Haunted Night
I walked out of the building into almost pitch-blackness. Slowly I took a few more stumbling steps until I reached a streetlight. I glanced down the street and faintly saw some blown out streetlights. The sensation of silence was causing goose bumps on my arms. A sound came from over my right shoulder- like a heavy whispering of my name over and over again.
I turned to my right to see where the sound was coming from, but I couldn't see anything. Nothing was there. I suddenly had a sensation of someone close by. I turned around again and felt arms being wrapped around me. I gazed up into a faceless cloaked creature almost out of my imagination. The arms loosened their hold so I turned to flee, but for some reason, I fainted back into his arms again.
Coming around, I found myself lying on the cloak with the creature stroking my body and face. Opening my eyes, I saw his face above mine: he had a face of an angel. Gazing at him, I couldn't understand why he had kept his face covered. His lips touched my forehead and sent a hot sensation through the rest of my body, then his lips found mine and his tongue seductively wound its way in. His left hand unbuttoned the front of my shirt and slowly stroked my skin till he had cupped his hand around my right breast; he graded the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His lips left mine and left a trail of hot kisses down to my navel and slipped off my shirt.
When the cool air touched my body, I came back to my senses and struggled. He slid his left arm over and imprisoned me under his body. He took possession of my mouth again, but this time when his lips left mine, they went right to my uncovered breast. He unbuttoned my pants and slid his hand under and touched my inner thigh, slowly moving up. He stood up. I took the advantage of escape when he was talking off his shirt, but he grabbed me again. This time I felt something cold on my neck. He gave a throaty laugh, "You're right, my sweet one. It is a knife. And it will go in your neck if you struggle again."
"Before or after you finish with me," I retorted back. His only answer to that was to pull me back onto his cloak. He slipped off my pants with his kisses burning each new spot. His hand cupped my breast while his mouth claimed mine, tasting my bittersweet surrender. His hips came down to meet mine with no cloth in between them. Suddenly something thick and ridged went into my womb as the knife went into my right breast. The double pain made me scream, but the sound was muffled in my throat. All during this, his mouth never left mine, as our tongues tasted each other's sweetness. His hand forced my hips to meet his--thrust to trust. Colors flashed in my eyes and slowly turned back to blackness. I looked into his eyes and heard a moan, then realized that it was mine.
He drew back and put on his clothes, "My sweet love, I will see you again. And when I do, I will claim you. If you describe me to anyone, our next encounter will not be as pleasant," and with that, he kissed my stomach, my breast, and when he reached my mouth, he ran his tongue around my lips and drew out a kiss of bittersweet remembrance. He rolled me off his cloak and whispered in my ear, "I love you, my sweet. You are mine." And walked away.