Rhea luxuriated in the warm, lavender scented bath. The bubbles almost covering her breasts, as the warm water soothed her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine his face, to feel his touch again, to relive his kisses.

One hand snaked down between her legs, fingers lightly running through the soft hairs that covered her pubic area, as the other hand grazed across her stiffening nipple.

With increasingly faster circles over her clitoris, Rhea quickly brought herself to a satisfying orgasm, momentarily sinking beneath the water as her body totally relaxed.

Now dry and standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, she reflected on her body. I might not be the prettiest girl in all of Le Bonne Parish in Louisiana, she pondered, but this body has gotten me plenty of dates. She laughed at herself and pulled on a pair of panties and then threw an oversized football jersey over her head.

It was still warm outside but a cool breeze was coming in from the north. Rhea opened the bedroom window and stared out into the darkness, lit only by the moon hiding behind the clouds. A distant owl screeched into the night, no doubt in search of prey.

Rhea climbed into bed and snuggled beneath the freshly cleaned linen bedsheets. Grabbing her copy of “Salem’s Lot,” she resumed the novel from where she’d left off. While she didn’t necessarily believe in vampires, this book seemed to stir some deep-seated fear and thought. She was, however, a Louisiana bayou gal and had some preconceived thoughts about evil.

The still of the night was interrupted only by the trill of cicadas and the sounds of the night. As she read, the light sheers billowed from the wind blowing softly through her open window. Between the scene in the book with the vampire lurking outside the window asking to come inside and the drapes moving softly, Rhea shivered with trepidation.

Leaving her bed, she got up to close the window. In the pale moonlight, she thought she saw something out in the field. It almost looked like a man moving behind a tree. She turned out her light and returned to the window to see if she could make better sense of it.

Nothing.

Finally, she resigned to herself that she had just spooked herself and nothing was out there. As she lowered the window casing and locked it, she jumped when she heard the doorbell.

“What the hell?” she muttered. “Who in the hell is here this late at night?”

Standing at the door, she asked timidly, “Who is it?”

“It’s Boyd.”

“Boyd?”

“We met last night. At the bar.”

Rhea opened the door a crack, then fully when she recognized him. “How did you know where I lived?”

“Carolyn gave me your address. I had to see you again. I feel like there was a connection we made. Can I come in or can we talk outside?”

Yes, we made a connection, Rhea thought. Especially when we were making out in the booth and you had your hands under my shirt. “Yeah. Sure. Come on in?”

No sooner had the door closed behind him than he reached out to hug her. Rhea felt a rush of excitement at his touch. Their eyes locked, and their embrace turned quickly into a kiss.

Her mouth parted. His tongue exploring. Hands roaming. Passion mounting.

Rhea pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest. Pulling her own jersey over her head, she led him to her bedroom.

She pulled him down onto the bed with her, kissing him deeply, while running her hands over his ass.

Boyd quickly shoved his pants down and kicked them off with some more effort than he’d hoped for. His mouth closed over her nipple and sucked it between his lips.

As he kissed his way down her body, he pulled her panties down, exposing the soft, brown hair covering her pubic region. His tongue traced a light trail downward, slowly, just grazing her skin.

Rhea’s fingers entwined the back of his hair and guided him to her pussy, as she spread her legs and wrapped one over his back. Without hesitation, Boyd licked her softly between her labia, tasting her nectar, then moved up to take her clitoris between his lips.

His tongue and lips tantalized and teased her.

Arching her back, she thrust her pussy against his face, eager to feel more of the intense pleasure he was providing her.

Her initial orgasm was fast and powerful. Her guttural moan of pleasure loudly filled the room. “I want you inside me!”

Boyd needed no further encouragement and moved between her legs. With one powerful thrust, he fully engulfed his cock deep inside her wet pussy before beginning a steady, but smooth movement in and out of her. With every downward thrust, Rhea arched upward to receive him, his balls slapping against her buttocks.

Rhea’s nails bore into his backside, urging him to fuck her deeper and harder. Another orgasm wreaked through her body.

She felt his pace quicken, his cock seeming to grow even larger, filling her completely. Her eyes were shut tightly, reveling in the utter pleasure she was experiencing.

A low growl escaped Boyd’s lips as his own orgasm mounted. His eyes flew open. His lips drew back. His cock swelled and his release was massive.

Rhea opened her eyes and was filled with terror. Boyd’s eye teeth had suddenly become elongated and sharply pointed. His eyes had an eerie glow to them. In his lust, Boyd plunged his fangs into Rhea’s breast, tasting her blood.

Amazingly, Rhea felt no pain. Boyd lifted his head from her breast, then pierced his own skin of his forearm. Rubbing his blood on her wounds caused them to close and heal before her eyes.

“Fear not, lovely lady,” he said. “I mean you no harm. I only wanted to taste you. You are safe. No harm will come to you.”

Although Rhea was confused, his steely gaze strangely comforted her and she felt very safe in his arms. She didn’t understand her feelings, but she knew she was hungry for his lips on hers and to experience the powerful orgasm he’d given her again.