This has been a sequel long in coming. It is the follow-up tale to my short
story called "Daydreams of the Knight." Although the previous narrative was
very sensual, it was within modest guidelines and considered to be non-adult
in nature. This story will be of adult content and is my first attempt at
such writing. You need not read "Daydreams of the Knight" to enjoy this
sequel story, however it does set the stage. In this tale that I have
named, "Through My Window"" Natalie will finally come to know the lover and
the vampire that is Nicholas. Her fantasy of Nicholas has become reality,
and she will discover the power of his love for her. Please send all
comments to; Gwenn Musicante at GwennM@hotmail.com.

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I have dreamed of this moment for what seems like eternity, yet I have only
known of him for a handful of years. Deep inside I recognize that this
night was preordained from the beginning of time. I believe that the
heavens had planned this union of mortal and immortal, but I do not know
why. Some would most likely say that this is not a heavenly pairing but one
that was conceived in Hell. I do not pretend to understand the purpose of a
Supreme Being or any other divine will that guides the Universe, but its
power compels us now and there is no turning back.

I have prayed so long in vain for this man, this supernatural being, to make
me a part of his world from the moment I first saw him. But for some
reason, that I suppose is apparent only to him, he has only now arrived
before dawn at my bedroom window. In the darkness that is his background,
he appears to be a shadow of an illusion, a figment of my imagination. I
approach the window with cautious optimism, afraid that if I move too fast
this dream will dematerialize before my eyes. I restrain myself from
rushing to him in fear that I will make a fool of myself although no other
soul sees this aberration. In truth, I do not know if I can take another
disappointment. If this is not Nicholas, then my actions of going to the
window might as well end in flinging myself through the glass to the
sidewalk below. Maybe then, in my dying breaths, would he release me from
this eternal void I suffer each day without his love. But as I draw closer
to the glass I see that I have not deceived myself, he patiently waits for
me. He holds back and studies my reaction. He must wonder why I so slowly
advance, perhaps he thinks it is out of fear and that I recognize what must
be tonight's logical conclusion to our encounter. I see by his careful
consideration that he still concerns himself about whether this is the right
thing to do. I cannot show him any apprehension, only discrete anticipation
of my overwhelming emotion to finally have him with me. His eyes burn with
such intention of desire for what can lay ahead that I am uneasy that my
mortal love will not please him. Can I possibly satisfy a man who has known
endless lovers throughout the centuries? Calmly I take another step towards
him and open the window as a wordless signal that I need this moment as much
as he does. By raising the window, we both know that we have entered a pact
that will begin with rapture and end in my certain death. The cool night
air rushes in at me and I try not to shiver as its icy sensations try to
awaken and alert me as to the danger that I eagerly invite into my room.

The evening breeze whips my nightgown against my quivering body. I am
breathless as I observe his tall strong body standing before me. I am lost
in his intense features. I am his willing servant as his ruby-jeweled eyes
burrow into my soul and ignite my burning passions for him. I can sense his
pleasure and I know that I will not be denied his love any longer, but he
does not advance towards me. Fear suddenly grips me, and I am lost as to
what I should do. Do I offer myself to him as I would a sacrifice? He is
not a mortal man, and our mating will demand more of an intimate physical
level than I have ever known before. The greatest expression of my complete
essence and devotion will be through the offering of my blood along with my
body. I want to rush into his embrace and have his arms encompass me until
a calm stills all my insecurities. I long to have him close and feel
protected in his love, but this role as an immortal's lover is beyond my
understanding, and I must withhold any action as I patiently wait for him to
guide me.

The seconds linger heavily in the dark and silent air. There is hardly a
sound in the room, yet I know that his ears are vibrating with the sounds of
my racing heart. My outward appearance is calm, but my body gives me away
to his powerful senses. Each agonizing second that passes tests my
endurance, and I silently implore him to stop this incessant distress. As
if he reads my thoughts, he deeply whispers a beckoning command. His words
of "Come to me" bounce about in my head. I am dizzy and I close my eyes to
concentrate. Were these words really said or did I just hear them through a
dream? It does not matter. Before I figure out what is really taking
place, I am within inches of him and intent on following his will.

With the back of his hand, he caresses my check and I tremble with delight.
His steady and cold touch stirs every inch of my body with pleasure.
Without hesitation he turns his hand and again begins the sensually slide
down my face, catching an unexpected warm teardrop. A loving smile spreads
across his lips as his hand continues its soft travel down my neck and
shoulder. I never felt so loved or so needed and I know that whatever he
desires will not be denied.

I briefly close my eyes as I feel his hands lightly stroking my shoulders
then reach around me to untie the satin ribbon bow at the back of my neck.
In one swift movement, I feel my gown drop to the floor and pool around my
ankles. I stand before him naked and I open my eyes in time to see him
bending towards me to kiss me on the lips. His immortal eyes glow like the
wolf in the woods at night, but there are no other signs of the vampire. No
fangs or menacing growls, not now. Tonight he is more a man than a vampire
and his kisses take my breath away.

As our lips end their shared caress, he pulls me towards him and whispers in
my ear that there is still time to turn back. I am not even tempted by his
generous offer to save my life. I am obsessed by my strong emotions for him
and there is no going back. To me, this moment cannot come soon enough. I
am his possession, and I have no control over my fate. My only response is
to take his hand and tenderly kiss his opened palm, and again he smiles.

Sliding his hand from my lips, he traces a line from the hollow of my
collarbone down to my bare breast. With a cold and powerful grip, he rubs
me to erect fullness then leans over to gently lick and suck at my warm
throbbing nipple. My body feels as if it is on fire and the cool wind from
my opened window stokes me from behind and heightens my passion as his hand
and mouth explore me from the front.

Exhilaration grabs hold of me and I can hardly remain standing as each of
his affectionate touches makes me ache for him to be inside of me. I lift
my long hair from my neck and present myself to him, but he stops me only to
scoop me into his arms and carry me over to my bed. My fervid impassioned
body strikes the cold comforter and I gasp from the sudden change of
temperature. In my distracted moment, he disrobes and lies along side of
me. His white skin glows in the moonlight. We face one another until he
moves to brush his lips against the skin on my neck. I feel his warm tongue
flicker against the quickening pulse on my neck. I hear him breathe deeply
to control his desire then trace my lips with his finger before kissing me.
As our kisses deepen, he again caresses my body with his muscular arm. Then
with an experienced hand, he reaches between my thighs to find me wet and
aroused. My moan of pleasure at his touch drives his fingers deep inside
until I feel that I can longer wait to have him be a part of me. Before I
can plead for him the enter me, he turns on top of me and we begin to move
together. I explode with ecstasy and not being able to contain the emotion
of the moment, I moan then cry out his name. With each of his in and out
movements, I feel his love and desire for me. My breaths are short and rapid
as his thrusts become faster and I feel myself climax over and over again.
My heart in rapture races, I throb deep inside, and I pray that this ecstasy
continue. Then suddenly he rears his head back and I know that his time is
near. With fangs fully extended, he painfully looks at me and we both know
that the beast will not be denied. Then with one last gasp of humanity, he
plunges himself into me a final time. With this last act of mortal love, I
feel the sharpness of his teeth as they pierce my throat. The tingling glow
from our lovemaking still overcomes the pain of his bite. Still
instinctively, I try to push away, but with one hand on my back, he crushes
me against him. Then in a velvety darkness my body surrenders and I happily
render all of myself to him. My pleasure becomes more intense as I abandon
myself to him, and my moans delight him. Our thoughts become mingled and I
am transported through past centuries. Emotions become taste and touch, and
everything is clear to me. There has never been such intimacy than what we
share here and now. I am in a dream, floating on pure sensation as my life
drifts away.

I awake to his blood and his kiss; they are the same. We are bound together
forever. Through my window the breeze whispers what I already know ... there
is only love.

The End