My mind is in turmoil, and it’s you I must turn to, my trusted friends. He is all I seem to think about. His taste lingers on my tongue, his scent on my pillows. My body still feels his against it, and a burning need is making its way through me.

Hello world, Harper here. I’m hoping that by talking with you I can make it to the night without going crazy from frustration. It is true, you know, what they say. There is good, and then there is something so good, it’s got to be bad for you. That’s what Jackson is.

Jackson, my dream lover, comes to life. In one night, with one dance, I am changed forever. All it took was his kiss, and I know I am now lost to any other man. Only Jackson can make me burn from the inside out. The mark he left on me, a constant reminder of the pleasure he can give me. Just by touching the mark, heat floods my body and moisture gathers between my thighs.

The sun is still high in the sky, my book sits, waiting for my attention. It was going so well, until my heroine met her vampire. The sex between these two characters is way too familiar. Every touch shared, I experienced last night. My body is throbbing, and there is no easing the ache.

Oh, I tried. Believe me I did. Sitting in this computer chair, reading through what I had created. My hands seemed to wander over my sensitive breasts without even knowing they did so. But once they touched, pinched and pulled on hardened nipples, it wasn’t long before they moved lower.

All I accomplished was intense frustration and an aching body that needed a man. Not any man would do. Jackson is the man I crave.

How could he do this to me?

“I could hate you, Jackson. I really could. I’m starting to doubt I will see you again.”

A cool breeze is blowing through my open window, and I close my eyes. Like a lovers caress, it bathes my hot face.

“What have you done to me? I don’t doubt what you are any longer. I only wonder why I am not afraid.”

“You believe in me, yet you expect me to never return? You’re not a fickle creature, Harper.”

My eyes snap open and I glance around the room. Had I imagined that? Do I need the man so damn badly that I can hear him even when he’s not there?

“I am with you, Harper. Open your mind to me, and let me ease your ache.”

“Jackson?” My breath is faster now, and I feel dizzy. “This is unbelievable. I’m hearing things. Damn the man, he has sent me over the edge.”

I stood at this point. Walking quickly into my bedroom, I intend to dress. I do this a lot. Stay in my morning clothes, loose and comfortable while I write. I throw the t-shirt into the corner. It’s a long piece of material, so I was bare beneath. What happened next still scares the hell out of me, but excites me to the core.

I was suddenly pushed, though gently, onto my bed. Lying on my back, getting my breath back, I felt a hot, invisible tongue caress my knee. Hot breath made its way up my thighs.

I searched, eyes wide, for whatever could be doing this. But then I didn’t care. That wicked tongue made its way to the center of me, and I was lost. My body was shaking. I was fighting fear and a potent arousal.

“I would never harm you, love. I only wish to ease you, until I can be with you tonight.”  That tongue made a long, easy swipe through my drenched sex. “I plan to be buried deep inside of you, Harper. Once the sun sets, your body will welcome me again.”

“Arrogant bastard,” I panted, hating him for making me want him so badly, but loving him for making me come alive. “You’ll fuck me and leave me all over again. How the hell are you doing this to me?”

“You know what I am, and what I am comes with many gifts. Gifts I plan to share with you, Harper.”  

Before I could reply, his mouth took my clit hard, his teeth nipping. One long finger made its way into me, and I climaxed instantly. My hips rocked against an unseen force, and I could barely recognize my own cry. It wasn’t enough. It never would be.

He didn’t stop. He nipped and sucked, working that finger into me. My thighs fell completely open, my body now willing to submit to anything as long as he eased the ache.

“I will give you all you need, Harper. All you need and more. Soon, you will sleep by my side in the day, and share the beauty of the night when we awaken. I will make love to you beneath the moon and listen to your sweet cries on the wind.”

He plans to make me like him. A creature of the night. A woman made for him solely for his sexual pleasure. If he knew me, he would know I would be no man’s whore.

A sharp sting to my thigh and I lift my head, looking at the angry red marks left from a large hand.

“You ass, you hit me.”

“I would never place you in such a category. You are my destiny, Harper. There will never be another for me. I will love you until the end of time. I have looked long and hard for you.”

“Jackson, that’s the sweetest, most romantic bullshit I have ever heard.” Another swat on the thigh, and I gasped. “I’m sorry, but this mind talking is almost too much.”

“We will discuss it later. But for now, I plan to leave you sated —satisfied, yet ready for more.”

“Jackson,”

I didn’t get any further. That damn tongue worked its magic, and that finger that had been buried deep, was now playing with an area I had long thought impossible to be pleasured. Last night he had stroked my ass, and I had all but died. Now, as he worked that slick finger deep, all I could do was open myself to more of his sweet torture.

For now, it didn’t matter that I couldn’t touch him. I could feel him. Closing my eyes placed him there with me. I can see his hair caress my belly as he brought me pleasure with his mouth. I can see him preparing me to take more of him, stretching me. My ass had known no man until Jackson. Now, I want to feel his thick cock work its way inside me. Feel myself stretch around him, take him deep, and hear his own cries as I do.

“Watch your thoughts, Harper. I can see the images in your mind, and it’s making me want to devour you.”  He pushed his finger as deep as it would go. “I will show you everything you ever desired —give you anything you need. Let go, Harper. Cry out for me.”

I came so hard, my hips popped. My body arched painfully and I reached for him. My hands fell away when I found nothing but air.

Over and over I found the sweet release I needed. I was relaxed, sated, and as my eyes grew heavy, I felt the gentle pressure of lips against my cheek.

“No, no sleep for you yet, my love.” Hands rolled me to my stomach and pulled until I was on my hands and knees. “Once I’m done with you, Harper, you will believe. Just because you can’t see me, means little. I will always be with you.”

It was then I realized just how powerful Jackson was. I could feel his hands on my hips, and then I felt his incredible cock enter me. Again, I felt the overwhelming fullness, and my pussy contracted around him. Invisible hands circled me, moved up my ribs and cupped my breasts. It was thrilling, exciting, erotic, and a little frightening.

Slowly, the invisible body moved. I could feel his thighs touch mine, his pelvis caress my backside. My mind let go of the fact that this couldn’t be real. It was very real, and I was willingly ready to die right then and there.

His fingers plucked and pulled at my nipples, but still he held that maddening slow thrust that made me want to scream. But then, I remembered he could see inside my mind. He was using my mind to bring my body pleasure. So I sent him images of what I wanted. Hard, fast and deep, I wanted him to take me like a man possessed.

“Harper, stop, I could hurt you.”

“I need you, Jackson. I ache so bad.”

“Trust me to take care of you. I will always take care of you.”

Still, I knew what I needed, and the images were there. Suddenly, Jackson growled, and that was my only warning. Pressure on my back cause my arms to give. There I was, ass in the air to my lover who I couldn’t see, while his thrusts became stronger. My nipples pressed into the mattress, my fists bunched in the comforter. The thudding of his body into mine was both a pleasure and a pain. I felt I would explode any moment.

His hands pulled me back as he thrust forward, causing me to grind into him. My own hands braced against the headboard, pushing me back onto him even harder.

Moisture gathered on my body, needing to climax so badly it was hurting me. In my mind I could hear him breathing heavily.

“Jackson, please,”

“I’ll give it to you, Harper, but you remember one thing, baby.”  He moved faster, harder, placing his thumb to my anus. “Tonight, it will continue.”

With that, he pounded into me as he slid his thumb in deep. My climax rocked my body. The breath left me. I screamed into my pillow and all went dark.

When I came to my senses, I was alone, naked across my bed, and my body throbbed with the remembered pleasure. I showered, and now here I sit at my computer telling you all about my day while waiting for Jackson to come and claim me. Already the heat is building again.

The sky is a brilliant red, the sun slowly sinking. I know he is coming. I can feel him in my mind and body. I shiver, remembering his promise to continue his sweet torture. Oddly, I’m not afraid. Just the opposite. I can’t wait to feel him once again. Only this time with my hands, taste him on my tongue. I plan a little torture for the powerful vampire who has come into my life.

Oh, I will willingly allow him to claim me fully. I know I can’t live without him now.

The heat is settling in my belly, the sun is gone from the sky, and the window to my room is open wide. I stand, walk into the bedroom, and shed my robe.

Now, I lay across my bed, a willing sacrifice to the pleasure only Jackson can bring me.

“Come to me, Jackson. I need you. The waiting is agony.”

“I am here, my love.”

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 Watch for part three coming soon. Will Jackson survive all Harper has in mind? Will the second blood exchange take place? You can only find out here, at Forbidden Publications.