She was beautiful. His eyes lingered on the smooth column of her neck, and slowly grazed down to her upthrust breasts, the nipples still hard as if asking to be held once again tenderly between his lips. He ran his fingers across his mouth unconsciously, as he relived those moments.

She had been on fire, her arms, and legs, locked around him in fierce battle, as her body shook and trembled. Sweat glistened on her skin, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out, and still a moan managed to escape low and guttural. He was magnificent, his body strong, well muscled, his face so handsome, and oh those eyes. He drank her in, taking*-she was sure-her soul.

He was darkly handsome, like... a vampire, she thought wickedly then laughed at the absurdity of her description. His long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail. He wouldn't let it down, even though she had asked-nay pouted-he kissed her complaints away.

She had been ready for him almost the moment he'd arrived at her door. An intimate dinner, a bottle of wine, of which he only drank one glass, and taking hers he smiled. "I want you totally aware of everything I do to you." he whispered with that slight accent, Spanish she thought. Then, the next minute she was sure it was Italian, but who cares. He was here, he was hers, and tonight was the night.

They made love for hours, again and again. This last time, he had awakened her from sleep. His tongue doing wicked things to her, setting her on fire, and then he was inside her, filling her, and she felt her body instantly ready itself for his sensual assault.

He was even more passionate, if that were possible. Each thrust tantalizingly, agonizingly slow, and hard. Pumping her, filling her, and she felt herself lifted in strong arms, up to meet his downward strokes. On and on 'til she felt she would burst into flames or break like shards of ice into tiny pieces floating away on the wind. Even in that moment, when she felt his mouth upon her throat, his teeth nipping gently, easing her down on her back, slowly, ever so slowly.

She did not, could not, stop her body's upward thrusting, meeting him stroke for stroke. Her muscles tightening and grasping his cock in spasmodic rhythm. Even as her mind, registered the sensation of his lips drinking hungrily from her now punctured flesh, she did not fight.

She gave in to the overwhelming sensations, as wave, after wave, of intense pleasure filled her. Making her quiver, her whole body vibrating, the spasms overtook her. Never had she had an orgasm this intense, this-but her mind refused to register beyond that. He thrust deeper, and deeper, urging her, urging her body onward.

A low strangled cry burst from her lips. Her body spasmed, and again wave after wave overtook her only higher this time to some unknown peak she had never felt before, crashing all around her, through her, like the tide coming into shore. His arms tightened, holding her as the final shuddering crescendo of her orgasm washed over her, her body shuddering uncontrollably like a rag doll.

Then slowly as her life's blood drained from her, she felt the intensity ebbing, at the same time she became aware that she too was ebbing away, slipping into unconsciousness, into death. His lips drank thirstily as bright bursts of colors exploded behind her eyes, metamorphosing the orgasm, that had held her body rigid. He could feel the last spasms of her orgasm even as death reached out it's arms and claimed her.

A sound from outside, sirens in the distance, brought him out of his reverie. He looked down, at her still lifeless form. His eyes, once again drinking her in. So beautiful, so sweet. He reached down, and brushed her hair back, draping it across the pillows. She looked so peaceful a look of pure satisfaction etched upon her face. He pulled the blankets up around her chin, kissing her gently as he tucked her in.

"Sleep love for tomorrow all will be different." He raised his hand above her face and with one sharp nail he slit his wrist. Blood oozed out in droplets and fell across her supple lips dripping down into her mouth, her throat. He waited, watching her chest beneath the blanket, a moment, then two, and suddenly her chest rose in a giant gasp. She took a breath, her eyelids fluttered but remained closed.

"Back from the brink my love," he whispered tenderly. "Timing is everything!

About the Author:

C J Jackman Zigante is a 38 year old French Creole gal living in British Columbia, Canada. She is a credited Actress\ Singer \ Standup Comedienne and Writer. She is told this is due to her astriological sign, Aquarius.

Her writing credits include, Plays: 'Cinderella Rated X the untold Story', 'Murder At Miss Billies', 'Greased', 'The Spice Girl Murders' (which she enjoyed very much!), and , 'The Case Of The Stone Cold Diva', all of which she also directed.

Her novels include: 'The Ecstasy Killer' (due out in Jan 99), 'Black Orchids On The Vine', 'Can't No One Save My Soul But Me', and, 'Alyx'.

Other publications include: 'The Lovers Illustrated Book Of Poetry', and, 'Black Orchids On The Vine-A Black Girls Anthology' (companion book to 'Black Orchids On The Vine'). All books except 'Alyx' were published under her own publishing company, 'Valentine Baby Publishing'. You may write the authoress at, Vcherub@aol.com.