Armand's Phantom Beloved

By Shakhrani

Armand knew the meaning of profound desire. For endless centuries he had hunted for blood to satisfy his hunger. But tonight…tonight he hungered after something different. Giselle's flesh

The dispatch of his reaction revealed his own raging hunger as Armand swooped down to capture her lips with a blazing ferocity. He held her face in his hands as his lips covered her mouth, devouring its softness, his searching tongue white hot against hers and demanding her surrender. Giselle yelped in alarm, so suddenly finding herself sucked into his tremendous wave of uncompromising desire, spreading through her body like a wildfire. Armand did not relent, smothering Giselle in the urgency of his kiss, his savage intensity increasing her own sensual fury.

Giselle's thoughts had dispelled the moment Armand's urgent lips touched hers in his kiss of sweet conquest. She was utterly startled to be locked in this embrace, succumbing to the forceful, delightful domination of his lips, yet she was more shocked at the swelling passion within her, rising at Armand's sensuous command. For a moment, Giselle submitted to the turbulent passion of his subduing kisses, relentlessly demanding her complete surrender. Her burning desire, her aching need for Armand, proved the truth of his words -- she wanted him, and they both knew it.

Suddenly, his hands were pawing at her bosom, impatiently pulling at the lacing of her bodice. Giselle then snapped out of her voluptuous trance, fully aware of what he intended to do, and she grabbed his wrists in a futile attempt to still his hands. "No!"

The adamant passion in his deep eyes informed Giselle that Armand had no intention of restraining himself. His long, agile fingers attacked the laces with lighting-fast speed as he quickly parted the fabric and exposed her ample bosom to his view. Giselle felt a chill against her tender flesh as she desperately tried again to halt the master vampire, but his naturally superior strength had doubled in his ardor, and her efforts were no more than wasted energy.

"By the Virgin," Armand rasped as he feasted his hungry eyes on her young, full breasts, budded with sweet pink. "My succulent woman. Ah, your body is heavenly."

Giselle's pale cheeks flushed with her abashment. "My lord, stop! Someone will see us. My father--"

"Your father is no concern of ours," he replied huskily. "Let him find us. You are a grown woman now, and you are entitled to the pleasures of my hands."

With that, he thrust his hands into her bodice and eagerly explored her ripe bosom. Slowly, he broadened his sweaty palms over her tingling breasts, cupping her ample swells, fondling her soft flesh worshipfully. She cried out in her surprise, the seductive bliss of his intimate massage whetting her sensual appetite, but her sounds were stopped quickly by Armand's hungry mouth, kissing and savoring her lips as his fingertips tickled and teased her responsive nipples.

The feeling of his warm palms on her feminine flesh was intoxicating, and Giselle felt her desire swell to an almost unbearable peak. A prisoner to his determination, Giselle indeed felt the screams of rapture building up within her, as Armand slid his ardent hands over her soft, curvaceous body, claiming his possession of her flesh. His fingers traced many paths over her quivering skin, his light strokes excruciatingly teasing, leaving Giselle surging at the heat of his touch.

"I will have you," he voiced firmly, pressing his brow onto hers as he held her against the wall. "All of you, Giselle, body and soul, you are mine and mine forever."

She clung to the thought that somehow, she had to stop this tempest; she had to halt his hands and his lips before he consumed her wholly. But Armand had already fully unlaced her bodice, dropping the thin leather ties on the ground at their feet, and was steadily working her kirtle off of her body. Now Giselle began to physically struggle, to squirm out of his grip, and her efforts grew more furious as he pulled her kirtle down to her hips and brought his lips against the tip of one heaving breast.

Armand sucked her swollen pink nipple between his soft lips and began to work the taut bud to ecstasy with his tongue, by the softest nibble of his careful teeth. The furious thrill that tore through her body from where Armand gently held her dusky nipple between his teeth forced a high-pitched, primal scream from her lips.

In one swift movement, Armand had stood up straight again and forcefully clamped his hand down over her mouth to stifle her cry. "Woman, hush yourself," he voiced with a note of passionate menace. "You are not being attacked, so do not shout as if you were!"

She squirmed away from his iron grip, freeing her mouth. "But I am being ravished," she hissed in a tense whisper.

Before she could move from him, Armand brought his arms down on either side of her, imprisoning her between the wall and him. "Oh no, my beloved," he said, widening his eyes devilishly before bending down to her heaving breasts again. "This is not ravishment. This is your destiny."

Giselle tried to push him away, but the weak force of her small hands against his stalwart shoulders did not budge him in the least. Against her volition, her body jumped at the potent touch of his lips, softly sucking her flesh into his mouth, and her mind reeled at the delicious tingling, the moist warmth of his soft mouth, the quivering excitement he was giving her. She let go of any thought or reason as Armand slowly, intently coaxed the woman out of her. He was maddening, teasing and tantalizing her nipples with his tongue, caressing her firm globes with his wonderful fingers. His hunger for her increased her own appetite for him tremendously.

"Let me go," she pleaded weakly.

"Why for? You want it just as I do. You burn for me, you burn like the fire within me which rages almost out of my control each time I look at you." Armand pulled her in closer, pressing her against his heaving chest as he locked his arms around her small body. "Deny yourself no longer. I will not scoff at you for surrendering to your desire, whatever you have said to me in the past. Never forget my powers, either--I can give you all the delights you wish. Sweet Giselle, let me pleasure you."

She felt the sweltering tears brimming in her eyes, and she bowed her head to protect her emotions from her husband. "Please, not now," she whispered.

"I beg you! No man has ever needed his woman as I need you."

"I am frightened!"

"Ah, no, beloved, do not fear," he said quickly, his abrupt desire suddenly replaced by tenderness. "I am your devoted slave, and I love you. I will be gentle, I will be so gentle. I want to learn how to pleasure you."

Armand swept her up into his arms, pressing her into his chest so as to conceal her bared bosom. He climbed the stairs easily, as if she were weightless, and brought her into their chamber. Setting her down gently, Armand looked tense, worried, as if casting about in his mind for an apology.

Giselle quickly gathered her kirtle, hiding her flesh from his view. Her hands clasped between her breasts, holding the fabric together, she looked down at the floor miserably, unable to look at her husband. The emotions which fought for her attention and threatened to tear her asunder were agonizing--her desire for Armand mingling with the soiled feeling of his ravishment and her frustrations with her own longings.

"I will leave you alone," Armand finally spoke, his quiet voice hurting. "No doubt you need to collect your thoughts as I do."

She sensed his intentional pause, waiting for some word from her. But Giselle could not speak through the tight knot in her throat. Issuing a dispirited sigh, Armand left the chamber.