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I tore myself away from the wonderful view of his upper body and shuffled down his legs, until I was able to undo the button and zip at the top of his trousers and begin to slide them down. Michel simply placed his hands behind his head and watched me with half closed eyes, taking in everything with a lazy sexual gaze. He knew what was coming and had no intention of stopping me. That heated look, filled with such confidence and satisfaction, made me even wetter. I could tell he had noticed as a small shudder went through his body, making him close his eyes momentarily and take a deep breath in. I waited for him to open his eyes again and then took hold of him firmly in my hand.

Our eyes stayed locked on one another, his length swelling beneath my touch, his breathing coming a little more raggedly, but he was determined to keep hold of my gaze. It was me having trouble concentrating, not him. Finally, I could stand it no more and I bent my head down and took him in my mouth. Warm and hard, yet so soft and wet, he responded with a quick intake of breath, his body going rigid, then slowly relaxing and tensing, one after the other, as I continued to lick and suck and nip and taste all of him.

It was hard to think of anything else, I was so consumed with the thought of pleasuring him, teasing him, creating any response I could, anything to make him forget that feeling of helplessness and replace it with something else. I did not want to ever see that haunted look in his eyes again, if I could help it. It was only because he touched me, gripping my shoulder, that I became aware he had been saying something, so intent on what I had been doing.

“
Ma douce
, if you do not stop now it will be all over.” His voice low and breathy.

I pulled back and glanced up at him then and was rewarded with the most amazing look of craving and yearning and need in his eyes, not a glimpse of the torment he had shown me before.

“
Mm, well,” I licked my lips, he groaned a little under his breath. “I think my work here was done anyway.”

He gave me a look as if to say
not in this lifetime
and launched himself at me, we went tumbling over the side of the bed in a tangle of limbs and sheets and sweat soaked bodies. I let a yelp out only to be replaced with a moan as his mouth found mine and his hands began to work their magic over my body.

“
Now, I think it is my turn, is it not?” Michel flashed a mischievous look at me before starting to kiss the side of my face, down my neck, over his mark where he seemed to be able to elicit the most delightful sensations from and on round down my throat and clavicle towards the dip between my breasts. His hands finding my rear and then round to my thighs, stroking, teasing and kneading. He somehow managed to skip kissing my breasts, the obvious exclusion of them making me only want his attention there even more and suddenly he was down at my belly button, lavishing attention there.
Who would have thought a tongue in the belly button could be so erotic?

Michel laughed. I must have said that last bit aloud, but I was sure I hadn't.

“
You are throwing your thoughts at me, it is most delightful,
ma douce
. Please do not stop.”

I felt a blush creep up my face, but it was soon forgotten because Michel was on a mission to find as many erogenous zones as he could. He'd moved on from my belly button to my hip and then so slowly, kissing and licking and nibbling his way down to the crease at the top of my thigh. I sighed, I couldn't help it, it just felt so damn good. He paused there a little while to make sure I was getting the attention I needed and when I let a little moan out, he simply moved away, further down my thigh, towards the inside of my leg. So close to my wetness, but never actually nearing it enough to satisfy the sudden urgent hunger for him to be there.

I squirmed slightly, not even realising I was trying to get myself into a better position for him to go where I wanted him to be. He stilled my movements with a hand to my stomach and then continued to move away down my leg. I let out a stifled moan of frustration, but he just laughed and carried on, on his predetermined mission. Damn him, he was just trying to tease me to frustration. And it was bloody well working too.

His hand had started softly kneading the bend of my knee, which for some unknown reason sent me into a writhing mass of frustrated anguish, I couldn't even begin to understand why my
knee
would have such an effect on me. He seemed to like that response, so flipped me over onto my stomach so he could lavish kisses there instead. By this time I was putty in his hands. I could no further have got myself off that bed and relaunched my attack on him than fly to the moon.

He was relentless in his pursuit of teasing me, the fire that had begun to burn so intensely inside of me had all but taken over my entire body, I was a slave to the sensations Michel was creating, unable to stop moaning or thrashing about beneath his touch, his kisses, his soft nips and licks. He seemed to know exactly where to touch me to get the best response. I guess over a period of 500 years you pick up a trick or two.

Finally, when I thought I simply could not take it any longer, I felt his weight and warmth against the back of me, his breath against my neck, brushing through my hair, he lifted me up slightly with one hand and positioned himself between my legs. Then after a brief tease at my entrance, the hardness of him sliding through my wettest place, he pushed inside slowly, allowing me to feel every movement of his penetration, allowing me to stretch to fit him, but not so fast that it filled the gnawing need to feel him deep within. I moaned and heard someone who sounded vaguely like me saying, “Michel, please.”

“
Tell me.” His voice was husky, barely contained.

“
I want...” I paused, he had stopped moving, just stroking my hip with his thumb where he was still holding me up, his full bodyweight on his other arm.

“
Tell me.”

“
Don't stop! God, don't you dare stop!” I was breathless, I could feel a small bead of sweat trail down my back, between my shoulder blades, but the overriding thoughts in my body were:
Don't stop. Deeper. Faster. Now!

He groaned as he began moving inside of me again and I heard his thoughts as he threw them at me,
That is better, ma douce. Let me hear you. Let me be with you. Don't ever shut me out.

So, I didn't. I let my mind open up and the flood of emotions and feelings and sensations and thoughts go tumbling out towards him and felt a reciprocal wash of the same back from him at once, almost taking my breath away at the raw hunger and need from within him. My body was riding a wave of pure desire, every nerve ending on fire, every craving I had begging for their fill, every bit of tension he had built in my body pleading for release. He moved faster at my insistent cries, his own thoughts tumbling in a maelstrom of words;
Beautiful. Perfect. So perfect. Mine.
And then as his rhythm began to falter and my eyes started seeing bright flashes of lights, our breathing coming in uneven rasps, he switched to French, I don't even think he realised what he was doing.
Ma petite belle lumière. Ma belle fille. Tu es parfaits, si parfaits.

I may not have understood every word he said, but I felt all of him in that moment. Nothing hidden, nothing contrived, it was all of him and it filled me up with such a beautiful sense of peace, such a wonderful sense of belonging. I felt tears roll down my face as we crested a wave of heat together and came floating down the other side.

We only allowed ourselves a few hours entangled in each others arms, whispering sweet words, basking in the afterglow of our love making, there was no time to enjoy the moment any longer. Although getting light out, we had a plane to catch. Cairo was waiting.

After being huddled into one of Michel's heavily tinted vehicles, driven by one of his day crew, we headed out to his private hangar at the airport. Bruno had been left in charge of the family business here in New Zealand while we would be gone, no one else was to accompany us. We both felt the less the better, together we would face this.

The time of the flight was not unimportant, it would mean we landed in Cairo right on their nightfall. The family jet, a
Gulfstream G650
, was fully enclosed in the hangar. As soon as we arrived the hangar doors were closed behind us blocking out the early morning sun which was still trying to make its way up over the horizon, and we made our way on board the blacked out jet. Inside, the windows were all completely shielded, operated automatically at a console beside one of the large leather seats. The interior was exactly as you would expect, soft cream leather, mahogany and maple wood trims, marble-like tiling and polished gold fixtures. The carpet a lush cream and gold design, a small dancing dragon imprinted in a coat of arms, you wouldn't even have noticed it without looking closely, but it was there.

I sunk into one of the seats on the large couch and felt the softness wrap around me, I failed to stifle a moan. Michel laughed as he came to sit next to me, pulling me to him, so his arm was around my shoulders and my back was against his side. I loved being this close to him, feeling his warmth, the rise and fall of his chest. I rested my head back against him and savoured the contact.

“
Why don't you sleep,
ma douce
, it is a very long flight and you will need your energy, I think.”

Sleep sounded about right then and with his warmth around me and the softness of the leather I was asleep before the plane had finished taxiing and lifted in the air.

I'm not sure how I managed it, but I'd somehow slept so deeply I hadn't felt Michel move me at all. I was no longer wrapped in Michel's arms, but my head was instead resting in his lap. His hand was absently stroking my hair while the other held a small tablet computer with a magazine or newspaper displayed on its screen. He hadn't moved when I opened my eyes, but I knew he'd know I was awake, feel my emotions, notice the change in my breathing.

“
How long have I been asleep?” I stretched then, lengthening my legs and arms and arching my back. When I looked up at Michel he had a look of such tenderness on his face, it made it hard to believe this man was in fact a vampire. Oh, how the times are changing.

“
We are almost there,
ma douce
. You have slept well.”

I rolled myself into a sitting position. “The whole trip?” God damn, I must have been tired.

Michel just smiled. “You clearly needed it, I did not think it wise to disturb you, despite the desire to do so on many occasions. You did not even stir for our refuelling stops. So, waking you for my desires seemed unfair.”

I rolled my eyes at that and received a staged look that shouted,
what?
in return.

“
How long until we land?”

Michel was about to answer when one of his staff entered with a tray of food for me, fresh fruit, toast and jam and coffee; sweet, beautiful, aromatic, freshly ground and brewed, coffee. I could have kissed him. The guy, a human, nodded and quickly left. Michel settled back to watch me eat, sometimes I think it might be his favourite pastime, well maybe his second, anyway.

“
We should land in an hour.”

Good that would allow me time to eat and freshen up, use that gorgeous well appointed bathroom I had spied in a brief glimpse earlier. Nothing like landing after a full day's flying to feel all sweaty and gritty and not at your best. I'm sure vampires can manage it OK, but not little old vampire hunters, that's for sure. The thought of disembarking from this little slice of airborne heaven into the heat that was Cairo at this time of year, wasn't appealing.

As I munched on my yummy breakfast, I asked, “What's the plan when we land?”

“
We shall try to contact Nafrini, from what you said, they had a respite from the
Cadre
, thanks to your involvement,” - he no longer looked like he was going to have a coronary over that, but he did stress the words ever so slightly - “they may have been able to move their kin to safety and can now work with us to locate their lost Nosferatin and perhaps organise an attack against the
Cadre
. It is Nafrini's soil, I will have to adhere to her wishes.”

Yes, can't upset the powerful joined Nosferatu, we were visitors in her land, albeit invited and allied for the moment, we would still need to be careful how we went.

I freshened up in the bathroom after that, relishing the multi-headed shower facilities and smelly lotions and shampoos. I was sure I'd smell like a florist when I stepped out of the stall, but it seemed subtle, even in the smaller room. The plushness of the jet was just as obvious in here, lovely fittings trimmed in gold, with cream and gold tiles, once again sporting the dancing dragon discretely here and there. I'd have to ask Michel what the dragon meant, I hadn't seen it anywhere else, just here on board his plane.

I dressed quickly, I could feel the plane begin to descend, my ears needing a stretch of my jaw to pop them. It was a slow decompression, but a sure signal we were approaching Cairo International Airport. From my Dream Walking experience yesterday I knew it would be hot. I had opted for a lightweight three-quarter length sleeve blouse in a light dove grey with close fitting Capri pants, covering my knees, in black. I wanted to blend into the shadows to keep from being seen by the creatures of the night, but I also didn't want to attract any unwanted attention from the Norms either. Dressing appropriately for Egypt made sense.