Fancy a vamp?

I love Vampires so much I decided I wanted to write my own!

Here's details about The Point, my first vamp.

Book one in the Point Vamp Series

Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

Here's a little excerpt for you, Elizabeth is hurt and was soaked through in the rain so Hugh is helping her to change into dry clothes -an old fashioned dress.

He rubbed gently at her back as she towelled her front. The towel held a musty, old

smell, but she put it down to single man syndrome and tried to ignore the scent. She was

aware of every rub and movement as her nipples hardened, wrinkling up with pleasure at

such a sweet compliment and such sensual touches.

“Now, we need to remove your trousers. Do you think you could stand up if you used

me for a support?”

“Yes, I think I probably could,” she replied, and he placed a hand under her right elbow

and pulled her forward. She pushed up on her good side and completely forgot about the

towel covering her torso until it slithered down her back and fell onto the sofa. She took a

deep steadying breath and looked up. He smiled at her, and her tummy rolled, making her

feel light headed and a little bit sick as if she’d been in a stuffy car too long and she needed to

get out and drink in some fresh air.

“If you just slip them off your hips, I can pull them down all the way once you’re

seated.”

“Yes, of course.” She took her left hand and pushed down at the top of her light

trousers. She held his waist for dear life with one hand and she found it frustratingly difficult

to slip the pants off with just the one hand.

“Here,” he whispered huskily, “let me help you with that.” His big, strong hand rested

on her stomach and he hooked his fingers into the waistband. She held her breath. She

wanted to scream, she wanted to moan, she wanted to beg him to slip his fingers inside of

her. She felt so aroused, giddy from the proximity of this mysterious man. She wanted

desperately to fuck him, well more correctly to be fucked by him even though they’d only

just exchanged names.

He pushed down, grabbed the loosened material and dragged her trousers and knickers

down around her thighs. At the same time, she could have sworn his lips caressed her neck.

“Just put your hand on my shoulder a moment, Elizabeth,” Hugh said, and after a

second, she actually managed to follow the instruction. He bent at the knees, and she

wobbled a moment. His hand shot out and clasped her naked thigh. His touch was cold, but

it sent her temperature soaring. He let go when she was still and, with both hands, pulled

down her trousers.

“Lower your leg a little so I can slip these off.”

She did. She let her foot droop until the toe almost touched the floor. He very delicately

pulled the trousers away from her legs. She felt his hand brush past her thigh again as he

took the towel from the settee and started to dry her calves.

He was eye level with her pussy. He could see her dark almost black curls, and he’d be

able to smell just how aroused she was. He might even be able to see the gloss of her excited

juices covering her inner thighs.

He was so gentle in his ministrations. He started at her ankle on the left and moved up

her legs. She suddenly regretted her decision not to bother to shave them before her holiday.

She just didn’t see why she would have needed to. He made sure he covered the whole knee

before sliding higher up her thigh. His hands stopped a finger’s width away from her cunt.

Her face was so hot she knew she must be as red as a London bus and as the soft

material pushed and stroked at her aroused sex. She couldn’t help letting out a pleasured

mewl. He moved on to her second leg and repeated the drying actions but in reverse.

“I’m going to stand up again now, Elizabeth. Just slide your hand down as I move up.”

She did as she was told and ran her hand down his hard chest over the soft, expensive

material of his suit jacket until he was upright again, and she could grab hold of his waist

once more.

“Now to dress you.” Hugh looked over to the chair where he’d left the clothes. “Ah, I

have an idea. Elizabeth, do you think you can balance on your own for a moment?”

“Erm, yes, I think I could.” Elizabeth was far too caught up in the fact that she stood

naked on one foot in front of a man she didn’t even know to really answer any question

competently. “Just please do it quickly. I feel ridiculous standing here in the nude.”

“Certainly, certainly,” Hugh replied then stepped away from her. He watched her for a

moment as she wobbled, and when he was satisfied she was balanced, he walked away.

“This will be the first time I rush to get a beautiful girl back into some clothes,” he chuckled,

and Elizabeth joined in.

“Well, I’m not so much of a beauty. I’ll look better with those clothes on. If they’ll even

fit.”

“I respectfully disagree,” he said, lifting the chair and carrying it over to her. “If I were

a painter, I would have you pose for me and I would capture your attractiveness on canvas.”

Elizabeth had never received such a compliment, and she really wasn’t sure how to

respond to it, so she just kept quiet. Hugh placed the chair in front of her and pulled the

dress off its back.

“Here, you can hold on to this now,” he said, “whilst I help you into the dress.”

“I really don’t think it will fit. My waist isn’t that sculptured.”

“You will fit,” he said and set the dress down over the chair seat. He still held a

garment in his hand. “I will fit you into this first then I will put the dress on you.”

“Oh, right, a corset.” She was completely bemused by the situation now. It was so out

of the ordinary she had given up on trying to make any sense of it. Hugh walked around

behind her, and she found her anxiety all the worse. She had to lean forward a little to hold

on to the chair with her breasts hanging free, which was embarrassing enough, but she knew

from the back he would see her enormous arse. Even though he’d said she was beautiful, she

doubted he would think so from behind. Chris, the only guy she’d ever gotten sexual with,

said her bum was horrible, that it was too fleshy and too big. He wouldn’t touch it. But then

he’d barely touched anything else either. She found out later he was only going out with her

on a stupid dare anyway. He was seeing if he could shag all the girls in the class, but he had

to do it more than once to count. They’d done it twice. In total, the experiences lasted fifteen

minutes.

Elizabeth was jolted back to reality when Hugh’s cold hands brushed against her back.

He pulled the corset tighter, and Elizabeth felt it wrapping around her breasts.

“Can you stand up straight a moment?” he asked, and she did so. Hugh’s hand stayed

at her back until she had balanced. It surprised her how comforting his touch was.

“I just need to make sure you’re comfortable,” Hugh said close her ear. She licked her

lips.

“Sure,” she replied.

He walked round and squeezed in front of her, his back against the chair. He pulled at

the stiff material then with his gentle, chilling fingers, he scooped up her breasts and settled

them properly in the confines of the corset. She bit her lip to hold in a moan of delight and

hoped he could not see how hard her nipples were.

“Done,” he said and smiled at her. Their faces were so close that she couldn’t help

looking up at his lips. They curled into a little smile, and she knew she only had to lean

forward and they would kiss. She leant forward, not out of choice but because she had lost

concentration. Hugh’s hands came up to her sides to steady her body, and his lips came

down to agitate her spirit.

You can pick up The Point from Total-E-Bound to find out what happens next!