9 Playing With Fire

I am not a man that is easily taken by surprise. I plan every step and every move I make; it is planned down to the very last detail. Nothing ever falters or catches me off guard. Should a plan fail, it only proves to me that I was weak; I was a coward making the wrong decisions.

The only thing you can be sure of is yourself. What changes is everything else. The choices and the decisions that you make will remain the same. The only certainties in this business are power. But that too can change; as for me, I constantly want more.

Now the measures that you will go to achieve these things do measure you as a man. I believe that if you play it safe, then you will remain to crawl on the floor. Down there, all you do is sit and wait and let fate decide what will happen next. But the thing with fate is that it takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking.

Well, I am not that man; Foster Rosario is not a coward, nor does he crawl on the floor. And most of all, he is not going to be scared of a woman, no matter what the fuck she is.

So as I am standing here and staring into those eyes, I am patiently waiting for her with whatever she can shock me next.

What can be worse than being a Vampire?

After what seems like the longest five minutes of my present day, she finally starts, "I am cursed."

"Yes," I immediately interrupt her. "I would think that being a Vampire would be a curse."

She only but shakes her head at me, "That is not what I mean Foster, I did not become a Vampire in the way that one normally does. I was cursed."

"Well, this makes absolutely no sense. What do you mean?"

"A witch cursed me to turn into a Vampire any time that I feel the height of pleasure."

"So you do not drink blood?"

She softly chuckles at me, "I have never drank blood, nor have I tried. But one thing I do know, I am very much capable of killing you in a moment of ecstasy."

"So if I am to kiss you again, you might kill me?"

"Yes."

With that I fall into an abyss; I dive head first straight into it. As I hit the bottom, the reality sets in…

The woman that I desire can kill me.

Now, this does pose one slight problem, and I even shock myself with my very next words, "If you think it will let me back down, well, it won't. In fact, it will drive me even more."

She but only shakes her head at me, "But I thought you told me to get away from you?"

"I have had some time to reconsider, and you see, I want you, Zoe."

My mere words bring that goddamn flutter in my stomach to life. I hate that the woman is doing this to me, she makes me feel weak, yet at the same time, I cannot get enough of the things that she does to my body.

So I slide a very eager hand over that fucking tight ass and move it around her waist. She does not move; she lets me hold her tight against my sculpted chest. The exposed skin of my chest pressed against her bosom, sending my body raging.

Then I softly whisper in her ear, "Come home with me."

"Foster, it is not a good idea."

I only but smile at her, "I am not going to take no for an answer."

Pulling her even closer to my chest, I drive her body against the wall behind her.

"The sooner you learn that I always get what I want, the better."

And god, do I want her.

Zoe might be forbidden fruit, but I am going to taste every inch that I can.

Every time that she is close to me, it sets my heart racing. The sweet smell of her perfume is the only scent that brings pleasure to my senses. With those deep cherry lips, she can drive a man beyond crazy. And as sure as I am that I am Foster Rosario, I know that those lips will be mine, I am going to take them; I will devour them to my complete pleasure.

I am going to push this to the limit, well, only the limit that is safe. I do not wish to chase this delicate creature away. I am going to show Zoe the passion that Foster Rosario is made of; I will pleasure her beyond what any man has ever done.

So I lean in closer and softly whisper in her ear. She only but blushes, and I do the very thing that these hands desire to; I slide them up her thighs, resting them delicately at the seams of her dress. Now I am waiting for her to push my hand away, yet she lets it remain.

I nip on my bottom lip, "Please kiss me."

"Foster it is too dangerous."

"Please, we will take it slow."

I run my hand through her hair, pulling her ever so close to me; my body renders itself completely helpless. The world around us has stopped existing. My only focus is Zoe. With a gently but determined hand, I place my hand at the small of her back; she splays her hand against my chest, running her fingers down my sculpted chest.

Then, slowly, ever so slowly, I move my lips closer to hers.

"Foster."

"Ssshhh, Zoe." I place my finger around her cherry lips, preventing her from saying yet another word. "I am going to kiss you."

But still, she protests, "We…can't…"

"Zoe, you know that you cannot stop me."

We lean in a little closer, inch by inch, we move until our foreheads are gently touching. I stare deep into her eyes; I cannot fight against the thoughts that she has run through my mind. I totally come undone as she floods all my senses. My heart is beating so loud; it feels like I am going to explode.

My hands scrunch in the seam of her dress, and I pull her even closer. She inhales sharply. She locks her arms around my neck and runs her fingers through my hair.

With a slight pull of her hair, I bend her head backward, giving me easy access to her lips. My warm breath lingers just for a second; I feel that I cannot breathe, I cannot move, my entire body stiffening.

Then I kiss her.

As I kiss her, my brain lights on fire, and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I am addicted to her. This kiss will be my salvation and my torment. I will pray for more of them; I would die with the memory of them on my lips.

As we finally pull apart, I watch that smile grow from corner to corner on her beautiful face, that soft porcelain skin.

Then I whisper softly underneath my breath, "See, I am still alive."

"You are playing with fire Foster."

"Then let me get burned."