Charlotte turned on the lamp in her bedroom and sat by the bed to pull her impossibly high red heels off. She picked up her phone and sent Madison a quick text to let her know she’d gotten home safe. Then she continued to pull the rest of her clothes off and threw them in the general direction of her laundry hamper before getting back up off the bed to get a glass of water from the bathroom.

    As she looked at herself in the mirror, she considered washing her makeup off. She was really proud of the makeup she’d done tonight and thought she actually looked kinda pretty for once.

    Nah, she thought, I’ll just brush my teeth while narrowly avoiding my lipstick. How often does a girl get to wake up feeling perfectly beautiful instead of like a bogwitch?

    She returned to the bedroom and put the glass of water on her nightstand before she pulled a white, silky nightie from the bottom drawer. The weather was really nice this time of year, not blazingly fan-on-tits-out hot but not freezing-your-tits-off cold enough to wear full pajamas either.

    After putting on the nightie, she crawled into bed and pulled the light blanket over her as she reached for her phone. Pressing the main button on the side to light up the screen, she saw a reply from Madison.

“Thanks girl, I got home safe, too. Luv ya x”

    Charlotte smiled. “Love ya too, night hon x,” she sent back before putting her phone on silent and placing it back on the nightstand. She took a sip of water before turning off the lamp.

    Images of the man from the bar blazed through her mind. Just the right amount of stubble lined his chiseled jaw and sensual lips that seemed to promise to eat her all up. And those eyes… She couldn’t tell from across the room of the nightclub what color they might be, but she knew they were beautiful and called for her to get lost in them. The thought about what that man could do to her made her cheeks flush, and she felt the heat rising between her legs.

    She turned the lamp back on and opened the top drawer of her nightstand. She welcomed the soft silicone of her long, hot pink vibrator as she picked it up. It wouldn’t satisfy her in the way she knew that man could, but it would have to do. She’d never be bold enough to approach a man like that at the club and didn’t know what she’d do if he approached her, she’d probably just turn him away with her shyness.

    She turned the lamp off and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs apart a little as she imagined the man walking up to her at the club and putting his hand around her waist, pulling her in close to him. The buzz of the vibrator felt amazing as she gently played with it, teasing herself.

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  For a moment, she was sure she heard the curtains rustle as if something moved past them. She opened her eyes and stiffened a moment as she saw what appeared to be the shadowy outline of a man with faintly glowing golden eyes. She hurried to turn the lamp back on and—

    —there he was. The man from the club. She blinked a few times. 

    Am I dreaming? Were his eyes… glowing?

    He smirked and strolled towards the bed, intent within every step. Charlotte gasped and tried to sit up, but she couldn’t move. The only sound in the room was the faint buzzing of the vibrator as it rested upon the mattress under her legs.

    “Who are you—”

    “Shh…” the man pressed his finger gently to her delicate lips as he sat on the edge of the bed. She obeyed. 

    Is this real? She wasn’t sure she cared if it was or wasn’t.

    His hand gently stroked from her lips down her chin and caressed her neck for a moment. Goosebumps rose all over Charlotte’s body. The heat between her legs intensified.

    This time she got a better look at his eyes in the dim light of her lamp. They were a stunning mix of warm greens and browns, with a light gold-flecked center. The most stunning hazel eyes she had ever seen, and they glowed like the sun through the trees in the middle of spring. She had been right; they were definitely the eyes to get lost in. She was ready to completely surrender herself to those mysterious supernatural eyes.

    He pulled the blankets back and turned off Charlotte’s vibrator before placing it back in the drawer of her nightstand. 

    We won’t be needing this, said the look on his face. Charlotte’s lip quivered at the gesture. The wetness she felt in her underwear agreed. She’d be lucky if she lasted five seconds.

    Charlotte took in a sharp breath as the mysterious man leaned in and kissed her neck, sending a hot flush through her entire body. The butterflies in her chest turned into a hurricane as his right hand delicately touched her breast, teasing her nipple as he did so. Charlotte let out a faint gasp as she realized she’d been holding her breath for several moments. One corner of his mouth rose.

    He stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his black shirt. Charlotte hadn’t realized his jacket had already been flung to the floor. 

    When did he remove it? Was he even wearing it when he appeared?

    His unbuttoned shirt slowly revealed his rippling abs, toned in a way that called for her to touch them. As his shirt fell to the floor, his muscled arms showed her his strength. God, those arms could lift her against any wall or on top of any surface. He could carry her effortlessly to any room he desired. Her toes curled and her eyes begged to see more. He was happy to oblige.

    He tore off his belt, throwing it to the floor. She could see the bulge that pressed against his pants. Not a moment later and his pants and boxers joined his belt on the floor and he revealed his full self. She could see he was just as hungry for her as she was for him. In one swift movement, he ripped the blanket from the bed and paused a moment as he admired her figure.

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    Charlotte couldn’t fail to notice his powerful thighs as he returned to the bed, putting his legs over hers as he knelt above her, straddling her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as he pulled the straps of her nightie down her quivering body, revealing her mostly naked self to him. His eyes didn’t leave that body as the nightie joined the rest of the clothes that piled up on the floor.

    “Beautiful,” he whispered as he observed her up and down, stroking her thigh absentmindedly as he beheld her figure before him.

    Charlotte’s face felt hot, and she was sure she must be bright red by now. No man had ever looked at her with such wonderment and hunger before, had never said that about her body. She blushed even harder as he pulled the sides of her underwear down her legs effortlessly. The last item to join the mountain of clothes.

    With a touch as light as a feather, he caressed her inner thigh. His eyes followed his fingers as he drank in the sight of her. Charlotte’s stomach fluttered, feeling so simultaneously nervous and aroused she thought she might burst. His eyes returned to hers as he moved forward and leaned over her. He moved his hands beside her shoulders to support his bulging chest.

    Dark hair tickled Charlotte’s face as he pressed his warm lips to her neck. The length of him pressed against her made her even wetter than she’d ever been in her life. She began to pant as her hands wrapped around his shoulders and grabbed at his hair. Desire took over her.

    “Patience...” he whispered in her ear with his warm breath.

    She let out a small whine, desperate for him to touch her more. To be inside of her. He pressed several more kisses to her neck while one of his hands explored her body. He was taking his time with her, spoiling her with his affections. 

    Her hands did some exploring of their own and found their way down to his girth, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them into the mattress above her.

    “Mm mmh, believe me, I will have my fill of you when I am ready...” 

    His lips brushed over her cheek and smiled as he felt her trembling. He then held both of her wrists down with one powerful hand, freeing his other to continue roaming her body. Charlotte buried her face into his neck, inhaling his thick, masculine scent. She couldn’t get enough of it, she could smell his desire for her.

    Is this really happening?

    Finally, his fingers went down to feel her wetness. They stroked that sticky moisture all over her inner thigh. That was the first time in her life Charlotte didn’t require the assistance of lube. She seemed to make more than enough for herself on this night. 

    After getting nice and soaked, his fingers moved in deliberate circular motions around her most sensitive place. Charlotte couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan of surprise and delight as he had finally stopped teasing and started pleasing. Though if he wasn’t careful, she’d come any second now.

    As he sensed how close she already was, he brought his hand up to her breast. Charlotte’s moisture streaked across her skin as he groped her with passion. 

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  His pelvis shifted as he lowered himself. The tip of his dripping manhood took only a moment to find her soaking wet entrance and push inside. He pushed hard, and he pushed deep. It was the most satisfying itch to a scratch she had ever felt, and she pressed her hips into his as she tried desperately to get him deeper inside of her.

    He sat there for a moment, as if to savor that first thrust. That first moment of becoming one with her. He pressed his forehead to hers, and his breath became shaky.

    When his lips found hers, it was like fireworks. A spark ignited in Charlotte and she felt the man’s hand remove itself from her wrists, allowing her to touch him and explore his body as he had explored hers.

Slowly they rocked back and forth, like gentle waves on the edge of a beach. Charlotte’s legs wrapped themselves around his hips, allowing him to go deeper. The man changed to supporting his weight on his elbows, his chest pressed to hers. His hands played with her silken hair as he made tender kisses about her face and neck.

    Charlotte ran her hands through his hair and scrunched it between her fingers as he thrust faster. Her legs and arms gripped him tighter as she worked to match his pace. Somehow, they needed more of each other.

    In a swift motion, the man wrapped his arms around Charlotte and raised them both upright while still staying inside of her. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but she felt a light breeze, and suddenly her back was against the wall of her bedroom. She hissed and giggled at its coldness, and the man grinned devilishly at her reaction.

    With his hands gripping her ass tight, he quickened the pace as he thrust into Charlotte. She leaned her head back, her hair teased as it rubbed against the wall. Her breasts squished against his pecs, and sweat dripped from their hot, naked bodies. It was almost as if they were steaming.

    The man went from kissing her neck to biting it. Not enough to draw blood, but enough for the pain to be pleasurable and send tingles down her spine. 

    Not a vampire, then, she thought to herself, and grinned like an idiot.

    Charlotte moaned with the intensity of their spontaneous love-making. As if to mirror her, he began his own moans of pleasure.

    “Yes... yes!!” Charlotte gasped as she felt her climax approaching. He thrust ever so slightly deeper and harder as a response, and she could feel him reaching that oh so pleasurable spot deep within her.

    Then it hit Charlotte like a tidal wave. She groaned uncontrollably as her whole body seemed to lock up, unable to bear the absolute ecstasy she was experiencing. She felt herself completely let go, squirting wildly all over him as she came. Her legs trembled and convulsed, and the man had to grip her tighter to prevent her from falling from him.

    Satisfied with how hard she came for him, he finally allowed himself his own pleasure. He groaned and shuddered beneath her as his release finally exploded into her. As he went rigid the same way she had done so, she felt the result of their passion dripping from her and heard as it reached the floor beneath them.

  The man pulled his head back to gaze at her. His eyes were glowing at such a bright intensity it almost blinded Charlotte. She was far too dazed to question his strange, unnatural eyes. Too dazed to question anything about him right now. Their rhythmic panting completely entranced her.

    He leaned in to kiss her deeply, their tongues intertwining. A tear rolled down Charlotte’s cheek. He sensed this and tenderly wiped it away as he brought his broad hands up to cup her face within them. He pulled back to observe her.

    “Are you alright?” he asked.

    “Yes…”

    He had a look of deep concern on his face.

    “I’m just feeling… emotional.”

    The man paused for a moment, waiting for Charlotte to continue.

    “I just... No one has ever, ever made me feel the way you have tonight. I have never felt special or sexy or beautiful or truly loved. God, I don’t even know you, don’t even know if this is real or in my head, but you’ve made me feel all those things at once.” Her tears continued to stream. “I’m just...so happy right now.”

    The man smiled softly and stroked her neck as he whispered into her ear—

    “You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You’re a goddess.”

    Charlotte’s heart tightened.

    His muscular arms lifted her up off of him and placed her back down onto the bed. He turned her on her side and crawled behind her. He put one arm under her neck while he wrapped the other arm around her waist and interlaced his fingers with hers. The warmth of his breath on her neck was so soothing. Charlotte couldn’t seem to stop her eyes from closing.

    Wrapped in his affectionate, comforting warmth, Charlotte fell deep into slumber.