Oct 02, 2007 16:49
I entered Jean-Claude’s bedroom to find the room dark except for a handful of candles. The light danced off the black satin sheets, sparkling around the darkly robed vampire reclined against the headboard. His white skin glowed where the candle light hit it against the dark of the room. My own skin shone, mere feet away from the brightest candle as I let the robe slide to the floor.
Without a word I crossed the space between the door and the bed feeling Jean-Claude’s desire at the edges of my mind. The ardeur was completely absent; it was just the two of us in the room. The light of the candles ebbed and flowed as I walked out of the light of one into darkness before entering the light of the next. Jean-Claude knew how to set a mood.
He lay on top of me after I climbed onto the bed and the fur lining of his robe made my nerves stand on end. His dark hair fell around my face, blocking the candles’ light, allowing only glimpses of light against our white skin. Then he leaned down and kissed me and the play of light and dark was forgotten.