Black Sunshine (Dark Eyes 1)

The lounge is filled with smoke and vampires, four of whom are gathered around the billiards table at the end, and fear shoots through me because I have no idea what he’s about to do and why we’re here.

He brings me to the table, the vampires muttering in surprise, pulling their cues away, and then snaps his fingers.

Just like that a doorway licked by flames appears in front of us, the table grey and empty on the other side, and he picks me up by my waist.

Before I can protest, he’s pushing me through into the Black Sunshine and placing me on the edge of the billiards table, everything going gray and quiet, the vampires turning into glowing figures, seeming frozen on the spot, staring in our direction. The flames disappear, locking us in this world.

“What are you—”

But my words are cut off by his mouth, a hard, searing kiss that makes my toes curl. I grasp his head, his shoulders, immediately finding another rhythm with him, this one more passionate and wilder than the one on the dance floor.

A ragged groan tears from his throat, our tongues fucking each other, deeper and deeper, and this is messy and violent and rough and—oh god—I don’t want him to ever stop.

But he does. He gasps for breath, chest heaving, mouth open and wet and wanting. His eyes search mine quickly, feverish and raw, as if trying to control himself and failing. Then he pushes me back on the billiard table, grabs the end of my dress and hikes it up to my waist, leaving me bare.

The glowing figures of the vampires barely move, and I know it’s because time is different here, and I know that they can’t really see me, but in some ways I wonder if they can, because their heads are all glued to Solon’s between my thighs.

“Can they—” I start.

But I’m cut off again by his wicked mouth, this time his tongue sliding up my pussy until I’m gasping. My head rolls back against the table, and I’m staring up at the black and white cigar lounge ceiling, with those ghostly figures of the vampires staring at me. I can feel their eyes, but as Solon thrusts his tongue deep inside me, my eyes fall closed and I’m lost to him again.

His tongue makes quick work of me, lapping me up with broad strokes, and then I’m coming hard, crying out, trying to catch my breath.

My body is still shaking and he’s grabbing me with strong hands, flipping me over so I’m on my stomach. I hear the sharp zip of his fly coming down, a sound that sends shockwaves

through me, and then I feel the weight of him behind me as he gets on the table.

“Can they see us?” I ask, my voice catching in my chest, my heart fluttering like hummingbird wings.

“In a way,” he says gruffly, his hands wrapping around my waist again and pulling me up so I’m on all fours, my ass pressed against him. I feel the shocking heat of his long, thick cock against my bare hip.

“In a way?” I repeat.

He inhales audibly and, before I can prod him again, his cock slams inside me to the hilt.

“Fuck!” I scream, my nails digging into the gray felt of the table, leaving scratches. My lungs are emptied of air, my eyes wide, and all I feel is him inside me, like he’s taking up all viable space, his hips pressed squarely against my ass.

A low throaty groan falls from his lips, powerful fingers pressing into my skin, and that sound alone seems to unleash the frenzy from deep within the both of us. He starts pumping into me, long hard thrusts that make my breasts fall out of my dress, that shakes the whole damn table, the whole fucking room. The ghostly figures seem to watch our every move, and it’s no longer disconcerting, instead it’s turning me on.

“Lenore,” he growls. “Look at what you’re doing to me.”

I cry out sharply in response as he pistons his hips sharply, my knees sliding against the felt of the table, friction everywhere. “You have an obsession with making me come in public,” I manage to say, just before he smacks my ass with a flat palm, enough force to make my teeth knock together.

“Fuck, Solon!” I yelp.

He grunts in response, continuing to fuck me with so much ferocity that I’m getting whiplash, my ass getting a few more powerful slaps of his hand until the pain and the pleasure intertwine again, building and building.

I keep my eyes open, feeling the orgasm coming for me, watching the glowing shapes of the vampires, knowing that if they can’t see us, then they can definitely feel what we’re doing, maybe even hear it. I want them to know, I want everyone to know how good Solon fucks me.

“That’s it,” he rasps from behind me. “Everyone knows. Everyone knows you belong to me, that it’s my big cock that keeps you coming over and over again.”

My eyes go round and heat flares over my body, head-to-toe, his dirty talk spurring me on.

I’m so close, so close.

“Oh god,” I cry out, greedy sounds escaping my mouth, and then with another brutal thrust from his hips, I’m coming, sideswiped by it all. It feels like my mind is obliterated, my limbs boneless and wild, shaking like I’m possessed by a ravaged demon.

Above me stars explode, falling down on us, gold against the grey world, sizzling against my skin, and then…