Amber Bradley has been plagued with bizarre dreams for months now - dreams in which a handsome vampire and his coven enter her bedroom at night and ravish her, only to vanish when she wakes up. In the morning she wakes up sore...and satiated. Is Amber going mad? A mysterious psychiatrist may hold all the answers...or he may have terrifying ...
Amber Bradley has been plagued with bizarre dreams for months now - dreams in which a handsome vampire and his coven enter her bedroom at night and ravish her, only to vanish when she wakes up. In the morning she wakes up sore...and satiated. Is Amber going mad? A mysterious psychiatrist may hold all the answers...or he may have terrifying plans that will change her future forever.
This novelette is for adults over 18 ONLY. It features hot vampire/human sex scenes gauranteed to melt your panties.
Amber Bradley knew what was coming, and she dreaded it and yearned for it at the same time.
She lay in her bed, quaking under her pink floral comforter, too frightened to flee, watching in terror as white smoke poured through the cracks around her bedroom window frame.
The white smoke rushed together into a swirling column, and formed into a full-sized man, with thick black hair and piercing blue eyes. He smiled at her, revealing a hint of gleaming white fangs. Amber struggled to find the strength to scramble out of bed and run for the door, but couldn’t move.
He strode towards her, grabbed the comforter, and yanked it away. Amber wore only a white tank top and tiny cotton bikini panties. The pink nipples of her full breasts strained against the white cloth, and the golden curls of her pubic hair were visible through the sheer fabric of her underwear.
Swiftly, he climbed on to the bed.
Amber lay beneath him, helpless, chest heaving with fear.
He cradled her face with one hand and ran the other hand over her breasts, down her flat stomach, dipping between her legs. His fingers lightly traced the outline of her full, plump labia that pressed against the thin white cotton of her panties.
Desire shot through her like lightning bolts forking through the night sky.
It was only a dream, but it felt so real.
“I always wake up then,” Amber said.
“Really?” her new psychiatrist said, a hint of skepticism in his voice.
Amber’s face flushed with embarrassment. No, not really – she was lying. She just didn’t want to describe any more of what she imagined – the shameful, perverse things that she dreamed were happening to her night after night.