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“I fell in love with the woman I met online. The girl
with the beautiful personality.” Alex put both hands on her face so
she couldn’t focus anywhere but on him. “I want all of you, baby.
Former demon or not.” He fiercely kissed her mouth as tears sprung
to her eyes. How did she get so lucky to get this man?

Alex let go of her face and took hold of her hand
once more, pulling her more desperately towards the building, in
through the entrance and to the stairs.

“Just who was that woman, Alex?”

“She was my boss.” He stopped at the bottom of stairs
and took her into an embrace, kissing all her questions out of her
head. Moments later, when she came up for air he carried on
talking. “I didn’t know her real name until today. I only ever knew
her as Cupid.” May’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. Surely not?
Alex chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Anyway, want to give that balcony of yours another
try? I want to hear you scream my name again.” May considered her
options for a moment before her gaze moved past him.

“Maybe I should introduce you to my lift? It’s very
spacious. And it’s got mirrors.” Alex wiggled his eyebrows and
pulled her towards it, and she knew right then that her demon
charms weren’t going to be missed, one little bit.

The End

Jorja Lovett

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

With her flawless golden skin and baby
blue eyes, the blonde star of the screen was a picture of
innocence. Except for the thick cock sliding in and out of her
pretty pink mouth. The wicked look she shot into the camera lens
would have made any man hard in an instant.

“
You’re a bad girl, Melissa.” A
ragged male voice sounded out of shot as he fucked her mouth,
encouraging her lips further along his shaft. The blowjob
recipient’s groans grew louder by the second. “Let me see your
tits.”

She released her hold on his erection
long enough to whip off her black lacy bra and let her full breasts
bounce into view.

“Beautiful, Melissa.” A male hand took
hold of the stiff cock and traced it over the swell of her cleavage
before rubbing the head over a pursed nipple. The female cupped her
own breasts, pinching the nipples and moaning whilst he pumped his
hand vigorously up and down his hard-on.

The camera shook as he built himself
into a frenzy and spurted his load over the perky young tits. The
last image before the camera shut off was the young woman’s
self-satisfied smile as his cum dripped down her chest.

Melissa bolted upright in bed, sweat
making her nightshirt cling to her clammy skin. Would she ever be
free of that mistake? She plodded barefoot to the kitchen and took
a gulp of cold milk straight from the carton. Well, it was better
than reaching for the vodka bottle she had grown attached to these
past months.

The laptop sat ready on the kitchen
table, waiting for her nightly visit onto the SleepTalk website.
The second her Red Riding Hood avatar appeared in the chat room,
Night Stalker sent her an instant message.

Ca
ll yourself an insomniac? It’s 1:30 a.m. I bet
you had at least an hour’s sleep!

The smiley face icon made her laugh out
loud.

I hope the group doesn’t throw me out
for being a slacker!

Chatting online with the other
insomniacs saved her liver from drowning in liquor every time her
troubled mind conjured up this awful nightmare. Night Stalker
appeared on the site as frequently as she did and they had built up
quite a friendship.

If it comes to it, I’ll vouch for
you.

Aww, thanks!

It’ll come at a price tho…

What’s that? A year’s
supply of moisturiser to soothe your hands? They must be chapped
with all that jerking off you do over the Internet.
The banter between them reminded her of the days
when she could speak without care of being judged and sex was
nothing to feel ashamed of.

No. Something a little easier to come
across (no pun intended!)

Another message popped up before
she could type a reply.

Besides, I don’t need porn when I have
a willing partner in my bed every night of the week

I forgot you trawl the Internet for
your victims.

She sat back in her chair, the
tension ebbing from her shoulders with every tease.

Like-minded souls, I prefer to call
them.

She didn’t know much about her
Internet friend but he made no secret of the fact he hooked up with
many, many women online to indulge his
“insatiable sexual appetite”.
She was the last person on earth who would judge what he
did in his personal life. In fact, she was envious that he could
explore his sexuality whilst she would always be defined by
hers.

So what is it you want from me, Night
Stalker?

Now there’s a loaded question! ;) But
I’d settle for your name for now.

Her fingers hovered over the
keyboard before she typed
Melissa.

I’m Daniel.

As names went, that one seemed harmless
enough.

What do you look like, Melissa?

Until tonight, they had never exchanged
personal information. She wondered what made tonight different.

Dyed red hair, blue eyes. Nothing
special. You?

After a few seconds his mysterious
hooded avatar changed to a real photograph. Melissa peered closer
to the screen at his image. With his thick dark hair and chiselled
jaw, he looked normal, handsome even. Piercing blue eyes stared
back at her with an intensity that sent shivers through her body
and made her pull her shirt over her knees for warmth.

How do I know this is
really you and not
just a
picture you’ve cut and pasted from some hottie website?

These days her cynicism tended to take
over where men were concerned.

So you think I’m
hot?
He typed back much too quickly for
her liking.

I guess I’ve spent too
long cooped up within these four walls…
No way did he need her to stroke his ego. By all accounts
women were falling over themselves to bed him, so goodness only
knew why he resorted to these chat rooms to snag himself a quick
lay.

Wanna come out and play?

Melissa’s heart
leapt
. She couldn’t tell if it was
through excitement or fear. Could she really face going out in
public and run the gauntlet of jeers and innuendo? No, she
couldn’t.

Sorry, I can’t.

I don’t bite…well, only if you want me
to…

Another flutter of her
pulse
told her she had spent way too much
time in her own company. She might still have the same natural
urges for a good-looking man to share her bed, but guilt and
embarrassment now made for lonely nights.

I’m a bit of a hermit
these days. You go have fun and tell me all the sordid details
later.
There was no point in leaving them
both frustrated.

You want me to come to
you?
The cursor blinked at Melissa and
she knew that she had to make that decision.
Did she want to hide from her mistake for the rest of her
life or take the first step to start living again?

Chapter Two

If Daniel had breath it would have
been bated, waiting for Melissa’s response. He needed to tread
carefully. She wasn’t like the others who knew who and what he was.
Normally, he only used this particular local site in between
conquests, socializing without his true nature being an issue.
Those other chat rooms were full to the brim with humans and
immortals with only sex and blood on their minds but tonight that
simply didn’t seem enough. Melissa’s vulnerability and honesty when
she reached out for help on the site had drawn from him some of
those long-lost human emotions that made him care. Now that she
appeared to have passed those darkest days, the person behind the
computer screen intrigued him.

He heard the message ping
back.
Ok. 152 Mount Pleasant
Avenue.

He looked again.

Ok. 152 Mount Pleasant Avenue.

Yes, Little Red Riding
Hood,
who seemed so afraid of the big bad
world, trusted him enough to let him come to her home. He wondered
if he deserved it, given that he hadn’t been totally honest about
himself, and yet he couldn’t resist the opportunity to meet
her.

I’ll be there in 10.
Look forward to meeting you
.

With his super speed he was there
in ten. Ten seconds, that is. Her house sat on the edge of town, a
modest little bungalow so inconspicuous he only spotted it with the
help of the streetlight’s orange glow out front. The road was
silent, absent of traffic or pedestrians, so he slipped around to
the back of the house without detection. Stood in the shadows,
watching her through the window he felt every inch the predator he
despised.

She sat hunkered at the kitchen table,
the glare of her computer giving him the first glimpse of his cyber
companion, and he wasn’t disappointed. Melissa’s bright red hair
and delicate features weren’t remarkable in the circles he moved in
but she did have a certain haunted quality that drew him in, and
somehow seemed familiar to him.

The room plunged into darkness as she
closed the laptop and Daniel grew impatient to see her again. When
a light went on in one of the bedrooms he followed it like a moth
to a flame. Careful to keep from view, he drank in the sight of her
dressed in only a shirt that brushed the top of her thighs and
revealed a pair of fabulous legs. Great! He hadn’t wanted to go to
her door and freak her out seconds after her message, but here he
was perving over her like a peeping Tom as if she would appreciate
that more than reality.

She started pulling hangers from her
closet, holding tops and dresses to her body, getting ready for his
arrival. Selfishly, Daniel didn’t want her to cover up and headed
for the front door. He knocked lightly on the wood and for a moment
he wondered if he should have brought something with him. If this
were a date of sorts, perhaps flowers or chocolates would have been
appropriate. On the other hand, if this was nothing more than a
friendly chat, maybe he should have brought wine. A century having
passed since he’d bothered with anything outside of the bedroom,
this was new territory. Women didn’t come to him looking for a
long-term relationship and the females of his species were just too
aggressive to get involved with.

The door creaked open a fraction, and
one eye peered at him through the crack.

“It’s me, Daniel.” He felt obliged to
introduce himself even though he didn’t imagine she was awaiting
any other late night visitors.

Melissa opened the door wider and stuck
her head out, looking up and down the street. “Come in,” she said,
grabbing him by the lapel of his blazer to pull him inside.

“I get the distinct impression you’re
embarrassed to be seen with me.” Daniel expected a little more
wariness on her part about inviting a stranger into her home when
he knew how rarely she ventured outside.

“Sorry. It’s not you. I just don’t want
to give them any more ammunition.” She pulled at the hem of her
shirt but it merely served to draw his attention to the bare skin
she was trying to cover.

That dangerous rush of arousal
threatened to drop his fangs, so he concentrated his wandering mind
on her cryptic statement. “
Them
?”

She gave another furtive look
toward the now closed door. It appeared he wasn’t the only one
keeping secrets. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not here to talk.” Her
unwavering stare and the thrust of her determined jaw transformed
the skittish young woman who’d opened the door, into a confident,
willing partner. Who was he to object?

Chapter Three

Melissa didn’t want to talk, only to
feel. For one night she longed to shut down the part of her brain
that constantly worried about consequences and other people’s
opinions and just let her pleasure sensors have their moment. Like
she did before her sex life was shared with the world.

The hungry look in Daniel’s eyes told
her he was on the same wavelength, so she didn’t want to waste any
time in case that little voice whispered back in her ear telling
her what a slut she was. Standing on tiptoe, she offered her mouth
to the stranger staring at her as though he could devour her any
second. He hesitated, his eyes flickering to a curious shade of
blue-black, and then he met her lips with crushing need.

The instant Daniel pressed against her,
Melissa’s libido quickly remembered how much she enjoyed this and
sent a gush of excitement to coat her pussy in the juices of her
arousal. His touch enough to send her into wanton mode, she hooked
her arms around his neck and jumped up to wrap her legs around his
waist. His unexpected arrival had given her no time to change, so
she was commando beneath her nightclothes, but grateful. Her
exposed, slick pussy grazed the denim-covered bulge at the front of
his jeans, the rough fabric teasing her clit until she could smell
her own arousal.

Daniel held her, saying nothing as she
unzipped his fly and reached in for his cock. His skin was
curiously cold but as she rubbed her slit along the length of his
erection, the pleasing sensation increased until she could think of
nothing but having him inside her. Locking her eyes with his at the
same time she positioned herself on the head of his cock, she saw
that same relief she felt when she pushed his cock inside her.