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"The Dark Stranger"

© VeGirl 2014

For all of you that are not familiar with the concept of (+18) or have been wondering why this story is classified here, your wait is over. For all of you that are a little fainthearted, you might want to read only between the lines on this one.

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The statement that he knew right from the start that he wanted me did strange things to me and with the attraction between us we didn't need much to spontaneously combust.

I must admit that my work really suffered during these days.

"Can you think of anything but that hunk in your bed?" Eddie bites off.

I laugh out loud. "Wouldn't you? How about Kevin isn't he putting out?" I tease her and get a tongue pointing straight at me. My laughter bubbles out again. "Is he that bad in bed?"

"Stop it!" she glare as I continue to laugh. "Kevin is actually quite good in bed if you need to know."

"Frankly I don't care about how good he is at hipmovements, but I'm glad he satisfied you." I smirk and waltz off to the oven that indicates that the cinnamonrolls are ready to be devoured. "I am completely satisfied with my choice of hunk."

"So, you've met another hunk? Why don't you wipe that smug grin off your face and tell us again how you two met." Mary looks dark at me and I remember the long looks she casted towards Milo and Trey. Was she not entirely satisfied at home? I guess the pressure of toddlers could put a strain on any relationship. "Earth to Sam?"

I snap out of my chain of thoughts. "How we met? It was love at first sight... from his point of view," I add smugly. "I was little harder to impress."

"Where you blind?" Eddie flakes in and Mary looks quizzical at her not understanding.

I laugh again and it feels so good to stand there in the company of my friends, surrounded by the scent of delicacies that tickled our senses. And upon that, knowing That Vincent was waiting for me when I got home, made me flat out giddy. "No, but he want such a looker way back then, and I think I had the sun in my eyes."

My friends laugh at me and I know they are happy for me despite that they do their best to goad me.

"Yeah if you ever get tired of him, I have a free space..." Amelia suggests.

"I'll take it into consideration." I smile towards her. "But I think I'll keep him for now." I wiggle my brows before I return to decorate the cup-cakes and after that I continue with the bases for tomorrow's cakes.

The minute I step out of my car, I am swept up into his arms and I laugh as he carries me inside his house. "Come in, my princess," he exaggerates swiftly. "So I can have my wicked way with you."

"Sure you can," I laugh. "Can you feed me first?"

"You better believe it."

I am seated on the back patio where Vincent has prepared another feast for me. His culinary skills are impressive and I feel privileged to be in his presence in more ways than food-wise. There I sit while this man who claims to be my husband serves me delicacies and pamper me.

"I am truly blessed." I smile towards him. "How long can I expect this treatment before the time turns and I should be serving you?"

He laughs the dark pearly way that strikes a chord inside me. "You don't have to fear that I will leave you. I've had three hundred years to know what I want."

"It's three hundred now?" I ask mirthfully.

"Yes, more or less," he smiles. "I've just searched for you for twohundred years; we were married a good hundred years before that..." He wiggles his brows and his eyes glitter irresistible and my inside flutters again. I look down and peek up at him through my lashes.

He chuckle. "Cut off that innocent virgin routine, cutie." He slides a hand into the nape of my neck and grabs a handful. "There are so much more suitable sceneries for you, my love."

I raise my brows, since there isn't so much else to due to the grip of my hair. Strangely enough, his power over me is surprisingly arousing and my breathing is shallow instantly. "What do you suggest?"

He exhales slowly and a wicked grin turns the corners of his lips upwards. "Oh I have some ideas..." he smiles. "Are you done here milady?" He gestures towards the table which I have momentarily forgotten all about.

"Err, yes..."

"Err... good!" he mocks before devouring my lips in an earthspinning kiss and then starts to clear the table, while I do my best to gather my wit.

My breathing is still high up in my chest and shallow when he proffers his hand to me. My hand tremble just the slightest as I lay it in his strong one. "Go easy on me..." I say, feeling like this is my first time.

Vincent snickers. "You don't like it when we go easy."

I swallow hard and wonder what I have gotten myself into, but follow him obediently.

Vincent turns to look at me, his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Stop looking so worried," he snickers. "You look like you're on your way to death row." He squeeze my hand and I can't help but to laugh. "See, that wasn't so bad," he encourages and put his arm around my waist as soon as we have ascended the stairs.

Through the opened bedroom door I see the huge ornamented bed I saw when it was carried inside the house. 'Wow!' I think and close in cautiously.

'Impressive, right?'

I turn surprised towards him, still startled by his voice in my mind. He captures my surprised face between two careful hands and kiss me sweetly at first, but soon with craving, matching my own.

My arms curl around his neck as I press myself against the hard planes of his chest. His hands slide down along my arms and find my butt. Swiftly he lifts me up and I snake my legs around his hips. My attention is not on the bedroom decor and barely notices that I am on my back on his bed; all I focus on is to get my hands in under his shirt.

He groans and before I can do anything he has grabbed my T-shirt and ripped the front open. I gasp as the chilly air meets my hot skin.

'I have longed to do this ever since you stepped out of your car.' Words swarm into my mind as our tongues dance seductively together in a deep kiss. 'I need to be inside you.'

My skin prickle with excitement and I slide my fingers along the waistband of his slacks. 'Don't let me stop you.'

"Come on then," I growl impatiently and grab his muscular butt. I can feel him smile as his lips cover my mouth, silencing me. Swiftly he is off the bed, unbutton my jeans and peel them off with my undies, before he sheds his own and then return his body up against mine.

My body aches for him and the second he enter me I groan content. We are one and that is how this is supposed to be. I lean my head back and grip the sheets beneath us before I grip his hips in a try to keep the pace up. It doesn't take long before we reach the culmen and tip over in a mixture of grunting pleasure and loud bliss.

Vincent starts to laugh as soon as we have caught our breath. "I had forgotten how delectable you are, my love."

I join his laughter while wrapping myself around his body. "Yeah, well I don't remember you at all, so..."

"I will never allow you to forget again."

"Good!"

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"I want to take you out." Vincent approaches me where I sit on my back patio eating breakfast a few days later.

"I am out." I state the obvious.

He glares at me as he sits down on the chair opposite mine. "I want you and me out on town, preferably hand in hand for people to see." His face changes into a wicked smile and my heart skips a beat.

A couple of days have passed and I haven't even told Eddie about these recent developments. My stomach flutters. "Why?" I ask the stupid question, probably because I want a stupid answer, or perhaps because of the slightly masochistic side of me.

He chuckles darkly. "We can't stay cooped up in either of our houses forever, and I want everybody to see that you are mine."

My stomach clenches and all air leaves my lungs. The throbbing energy flowing between us is making my entire body tense with needs.

"Okay..." I breathe out and pull in a ragged breath.

A smile forms on his face, brightening up his features and making his eyes glisten. "Good girl," he mumbles.

His words make it hard to breathe and I can feel my chest heaving. I can't remember any relationship where someone has been able to turn me on merely by looking at me, or with just a few words. It is unsettling and amazing at the same time.

"You have the day off today, right?"

"Yes," I say breathless. "It's Saturday and I'm free."

"Good!" He smiles and I start to wonder if he could make me climax with only his eyes.

"Sam..." he says warning. "It is very hard to have a conversation with you when you do that." I can hear desire laced in his voice.

"What did I do?" I can hear how breathy my own voice is between the innocent words.

He smiles. "Both your mind and body are screaming at me to jump you. You're making it hard for me to keep in check."

I feel a bit embarrassed, and do my best to focus on the other part of our conversation. "But didn't you talk about people that don't want us to be together?"

"Yes."

"But... won't it be dangerous?" I stutter.

"It might be, but it will expose them, so we know who the enemy is. I haven't been able to figure that out yet," he reveals and furrows his eyebrows. "I think it is time to expose the spies."

"Spies?"

He gives me a patient look. "Are you going to repeat everything I say today? Then I better change my vocabulary completely, and we'll stay at home."

His words make my body shiver and tingle from expectation.

"Perhaps we can spend some time in that dungeon in my basement?"

Those threats doesn't have that daunting effect it used to have just a few weeks ago. Instead it puts pictures in my mind of some room equipped with paddles, floggers and whips and in the centre of that room; a St Andrews Cross. It is hard to breathe.

Vincent furrows his eyebrows and a smug smile forms on his face. "You are a naughty, naughty girl," he chides drawling with a dark voice me and those words don't really help my situation.

"What do you mean?" I ask and swallow even if my mouth is dry as sandpaper.

He chuckles darkly. "I'm sorry; I don't have any of those things in my dungeon." He leans across the table. "I better go call a decorator this minute."

"What do you mean?" I aim for the innocent 'I have no idea what you're talking about' approach while I do my best to calm my throbbing body down.

Vincent is holding me with those chrome, darkening beautiful eyes, while words form in my mind. 'Oh baby, you are sending exciting pictures in my mind.' His mouth is still, but I receive the words as if he spoke them. 'I'm receiving them loud and clear'. Suddenly the image I imagined of his basement flows back into my mind with Vincent standing in the room with a smirk on his face, beckoning me with a wellknown finger movement.

I exhale hard and my cheeks are getting tinted pink from embarrassment. "I didn't... I mean I couldn't..."

He just raises his eyebrows teasingly over his scrutinizing eyes.

"I... I..." Embarrassed, I get on my feet and walk inside my house, feeling like a complete idiot. It isn't like I am into those things!

"Stop reading my mind!" I yell out to the man sitting outside that kitchen with a teasing chuckle. The half eaten breakfast ends up in the garbage and I stomp upstairs.

"I knew you were trouble the moment I laid my eyes on you," I mutter as I strip down for a quick shower. "I was even warned, but did I listen? Oh no," I mutter to myself. If I hadn't been that embarrassed by this event I most certainly would take advantage of the heat and privacy of my shower to release some of that throbbing tension in my body, but now all I feel is anger and embarrassment.

When I walk downstairs he is still sitting leaned back in that chair, with his eyes closed and his face tilted upwards to meet the sun. "I'm a little disappointed," he mumbles with a crooked smile. "I hoped for a hot shower scene."

I clench my jaw, but all that provokes is a dark chuckle that makes my body react responsively again. "Forget it Vincent," I snap.

He's opening his eyes and turn them on me; they are smoldering dark blue pits, making my body on edge again. "I can't," he says hard. His gaze on me is penetrating and I can't move or even turn my eyes from him. He gets on his feet, walks up towards me, finally making me tilt my face upwards to be able to keep my eyes locked on his. I can feel my eyebrows tilt in an embarrassed, begging angle and I feel stupid.

He slides his hands around my neck and into my now dark chocolate brown curls and then he crash his lips against mine in an intense kiss that has me whining. My body is on fire instantly as if he just needs to snap his fingers and my need for him is painful.

"I like those images," he mumbles against my lips and whine again. Never has my need for any man been this intense. He breaks the kiss off and his eyes are glistening dark and dangerous. "Are you ready for a day in town?"

"Are you kidding me?" I exhale. "What are you; a sadist?"

He chuckles. "Definitely not, but your fantasies have got me intrigued."

My body is all fired up and he can't make me walk around town like this, can he? I might explode like a bomb.

I send off a silent sentence; 'You need to take me first!' I can see him exhale sharply and suddenly feel pleased by the way my lewd words affect him. This time I am the one with the wicked smile on my face.

"Are you ready?" I ask cocky.

His eyes are glazed and pleased I watch him breathe hard and his face is strained. "Not yet," he says and before I have time to react, I am thrown over his shoulder as he quickly walks into my house, heading upstairs to my bedroom.

My body is so incredible turned on when he drops me on the bed.

"Strip," he grunts and his hands are already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

My hands tremble as they find their way to the hem of my summerdress to lift it, but he is already on my bed, pulling my panties down while my hands are tangled in my dress.

"My God you are beautiful," he mumbles as his hands slide over my body and he is straddling me.

I don't think I have ever been this turned on, and I fear that my release could come with only the sound of his voice. I whimper. "Vincent, please..." I'm not sure what I beg for.

His hands slide my hands up and in a swift movement he has his feet inside my ankles and my legs are spread wide. I am aching, throbbing and waiting for his touch. I can feel him against me and I roll my eyes upwards in bliss. Roughly he is inside me and I cry out from the pleasure.

This is nothing like the soft lovemaking I experienced last time, where he was tender and totally focused on my needs; this is him fulfilling his needs. I want to see his face, but the pleasure is so intense that I keep my lids shut. The pounding rhythm is pushing me over the edge within the first minute and he follows right after in a powerful release.

As soon as I open my eyes, two anxious dark eyes meet my blissfully relaxed ones. "I'm sorry baby," he mumbles shameful. "I didn't mean to be so rough on you, but you just made me so..."

"Horny?" I ask and then I snicker. "God, that was good!" I pant. "I don't think I've ever been that turned on," I laugh and slide my arms around him. He is still dressed in that fitted black shirt. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I tease him and we both laugh.

"Are you kidding me? Wasn't that obvious?" He rolls off me and lean on his elbow watching me. Our legs are still tangled together.

I chuckle and then stretch out leisurely on the bed with a wide smile on my face. "There's nothing wrong with a quickie," I say bravely. "I haven't felt this good in..."

"Please don't say anything more," he begs silently. "It was hard enough when you were with that jerk..."

I widen my eyes. "Peter?"

"No, the one on the danceplace..."

Milo!

I blush, feeling embarrassed, as if I have been cheating on him.

"You were projecting loud and clear." His painful expression changes into a determent one. "I don't want you to experience that kind of bliss with anyone except me." His eyes on me are smoldering.

"Vin, that wasn't bliss; that was just... an itch that needed to be scratched," I know that metaphor is perfect for what that was.

His eyes show jealousy and pain. "Let me scratch those itches then, I don't want anybody else's hands on you." His voice is hard and I melt inside, sending silent messages that I don't want to think about anyone else ever again. "Not before the next turn of the millennium."

"Thousand years?" I swallow hard.

A smile takes shape on his beautiful face. "Then we can start to re-evaluate."

"How old are you?"

"How old are you, you mean?" he teases. "Hmm..." He thoughtfully taps his lip with his index finger. "When was Big Bang?"

I huff, glaring at him and he chuckles.

"Glad you like my sense of humor, angel."

I can't believe how easy it is, laying here half naked with this God of a man, just joking around. Something is starting to bother me though. "I have aged quite a bit from the age of ten, till the age of... of now." I add with a glare at his smiling face. "How will I look after thousand years?" My eyes are wide and I shudder.

"Fresh as a morning rose, angel." He gives me a chaste kiss. "You won't age anymore now that you and I are together again."

"Really?" I feel confused, and then I can feel a smile on my face. "Nice..." I beam smug, thinking about Eddie's age anxiety.

Vincent laughs at me. "So are you ready for a day in town? I want to show off my newly fucked wife."

I'm not sure which part of that sentence is making me tremble most; fucked, wife, or simply my. "Do you mind if I pull my dress down to hide my ass?"

He raises his eyebrows high. "You have a foul mouth, darling. I can't remember you being this..."

"Well, I can't remember you at all."

He chuckles.

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