Black Sunshine (Dark Eyes 1)

I

step inside a large room. Black wallpaper with gold designs. Black king-sized four-poster bed with black sheets. Black curtains on the windows, black candles for lighting.

This must be where the Prince of Darkness sleeps, I think. The smell of him is overwhelming, churning that hunger inside me. I don’t even know how much of it is the urge to fuck him or how much is the urge feed from him, but I have a feeling I’m about to find out.

He’s not in this room, though. There’s a ladder at one end that leads up to another floor, to what I’m guessing is the house’s infamous tower. I’m about to head up there when I hear a splash of water from another room, the door half open.

I walk over and push the door open, staring into a large en suite bathroom. Compared to the bedroom, it’s fairly modern with slick tiles and mood lighting.

In the middle is a claw-foot bathtub.

Solon is in it, facing away from me, arms resting on the sides of the tub.

I stare at the back of his head for a moment, hesitating.

But that thirst inside me won’t let me be cautious.

I walk around the bathtub to face him.

He’s staring up at me, intensity glittering in his eyes, his pupils large and hypnotic.

He’s completely naked, and this isn’t a bubble bath. He’s on display.

It would be rude to look, but he’s already seen me naked plenty of times.

So I glance.

No, I gawk.

He’s magnificent.

All six-foot-two of him, every muscle hard and sculpted to perfection.

And he’s erect. Thick, long, perfect.

Yet another intimidating thing about him.

I expect him to have some dry remark about me staring at his cock for so long, but silence envelopes the bathroom, the kind of silence that already speaks volumes.

It’s the silence before the storm.

He sits up a little straighter, eyes still on me, and I take off my sweater, my bra, slip out of my jeans and underwear, throwing them to the side. Then I take off my necklace, tossing it on top of my clothes. I should feel self-conscious stripping in front of him like this, but I don’t.

My mind is too preoccupied to care.

He angles his head to the right, exposing his neck, highlighting the dark vein that flashes against his luminous skin.

My teeth lengthen in my mouth, the hunger taking over completely. I thought he was going to cut himself like he did for me last time, but I guess this time it’s different.

This time I have to bite him.

A current of fear runs through me, not sure if I’ll like what I’ll become when I do this. But the urge to feed is too strong, and now it’s so confused with my desire for him that I don’t know what way is up.

All I know is that he’s offering himself to me.

And I would only hurt myself if I didn’t take it.

I step in the bathtub carefully, his eyes raking over my naked body, leaving icy hot trails in their wake, then I lower myself in the water until I’m straddling him, my thighs on either side of his hips.