Just wanted to put this out there, this is a snippit from the novel "Sanguine Whispers" that I was working on before I started the Moonstones Trilogy novels. Part of this novel is writen from the perspective of the serial killer while the other part is writen third person, following the privite detective that is trying to help the police catch him. Tell me what you think. (btw, this is a VERY rough first draft.)
Slowly I trail a finger down her breast, passing it gently over her nipple causing her to shiver with pleasure beneath my touch. Looking into her eyes I see the desire she has wanting me, needing me as I tease her body building the anticipation. She wants me, she craves me, I can see it in the wild look in her eyes, she needs me. Gently I kiss her, lips trailing her body, I feel her nerves racing, wondering where my lips will touch next. I push her to the brink . . . before pulling back to admire my handy work.
I look at her, examining her limp, loose body as it lies on the bed, waiting, waiting, waiting for me. Months of preparation had led up to this point, this moment, where I will soon claim my prize. My father once said, “Patience is a virtue my son, and as it is with any virtue, it will reward you in the end.” Indeed, it was moments like this that prove that to be true, a perfect moment in time, one that will always be cherished.
As I look at her on the bed, my mind slips back, rolling over every delectable detail leading to the now. I first spotted her while leaving the apartment of my last girlfriend, Jessica. To be honest, it was the sound of her shoes that drew my attention with the little click, click, click, they made on the concrete of the sidewalk as she walked away from where I was standing. She wore four inch black stiletto heels on her pretty little feet, dark stockings with the seam that ran up the back of her long, supple legs. Her pinstripe skirt of the business suit she wore was tight fitting and displayed her tight butt quite well. She had a tiny waist, shown by the tightness the matching pinstripe jacket she wore. Her golden hair was pulled up into a tight french twist allowing me to see the soft skin of her neck and the perfect curve of her jawline. I couldn't help it, I had to follow this vision of perfection that had caught my eye so suddenly.
I locked the door to Jessica's apartment quickly, left the key in the lock, and took off after her, removing my gloves as I followed. She led me to a parking garage that was just around the corner. Upon showing her pass to the attendant she was let in, I walked on in order not to draw attention to myself. Just down the street there was a bench with a newspaper dispenser next to it. I grabbed a paper and sat down, pretending to read while waiting for the next car to pull out of the garage. I didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes a black Mustang pulled out onto the street and, lucky for me, turned to head in the direction I had gone. That is when I was given my first glimpse of her face and I knew at once, this angel was to be my next companion.
Softly she calls my name, pulling me out of my revelry. I lean in to hear what she has to say. She is talking softly, so softly I must strain to hear her.
She is telling a story, a story of two young lovers who met by chance at a party shortly after the Civil War had ended. They were so smitten by one another upon their first meeting that they almost immediately fell into the others arms. That would have a scandalous affair though, had that occurred. Instead they agreed after much dancing and time spent in each other’s company to meet later that night down by the banks of the Warrior River. Soon the hour of truth came, and the maiden was sneaking out of her bedroom window to meet the young man who had wooed her that night. He was waiting there for her and for the first time, they embraced. After some time spent enjoying each other’s company they soon parted ways with the agreement to return the next night. Not that many nights passed before they made love for the first time, it was a magical experience, making the world seem more alive in their eyes. Soon, they got married, had several children and lived happily ever after till the day they died.
She asks me if I think that we will be that way. I smile and simply tell her that it shall be so. I resume the kisses I had been doing and soon she is ready.
She lets me know, in between the soft little pants that signal her arousal, that the time is right. I work my way slowly back up her body, priming it for the gift to come. As I make my way to her neck, caressing her skin with my lips, she opens for me and I enter.
My mind flashes back to the moment we met earlier tonight. I had been watching the doors to the club her and her friends had gone too for some time, knowing that it was customary for them to leave before her. The reason for this was that all her girlfriends were married and had families to get back too while she had just an empty house waiting for her. She would hang around; usually about another two hours to see if she could find a nice young man to “hook up” with so that the night wouldn't be as lonely. Sometimes she found one, but most times she didn't.
Tonight, I had thought to myself as I watched her friends leave, tonight you will not leave empty handed. Tonight you leave with me.
Quietly I slipped into the club and made my way to the bar where I knew she would be sitting. As I approached, I caught her eye immediately though I pretended not to notice. I had dressed in a nice white polo and a pair freshly pressed khakis, “Dressed to impress,” as my father would say. I sat down six seats to her left and ordered a beer before I gave notice of her presence. I flashed a polite smile in her direction and turned to my beer. As soon as I knew she wasn't watching me, I turned to watch her and whenever she would turn to look at me I would quickly look away blushing. The eye flirting continued for a while before she finally approached me as I knew she would, having watched her perform this little game with several different men over the four month period I had spent observing her and learning about her. She sat down beside me, eying me so intently I could swear there was a hunger lurking behind her eyes.
“Hello there,” she said, smiling as she sat. “I’m Clarissa, and you are?”
I smiled and gave her my name, telling her I was pleased to make her acquaintance. She offered to buy me a drink, which I politely declined, telling her that it is only polite that I buy the drinks for her, not the other way around. She accepted my kind offer and soon we were chatting it up, time was passing so quickly that before we knew it last call had come and gone. She was more than a little drunk at that point and asked me if I would like to come back to her place where the setting would be a bit more intimate. I, of course, agreed.
She led me to her car and asked where my car was, I told her that I lived near the club so I had walked. She nodded, accepting that explanation easily enough, then got into her car and unlocked the passenger side door for me. The interior smelled heavily of the leather it was covered in, mixed with the intoxicating scent of her perfume. I very nearly couldn't help myself as I leaned over to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out, then turned, kissed me deeply and smiled as she pulled away.
After a short drive we were at her building, and I helped her up the stairs to her to her apartment, which luckily was on the first floor. As she unlocked her door I silently slipped out the syringe I had been hiding in my pocket the entire night.
She stumbled inside, flicking the lights on, never looking back at me as I followed her and shut the door gently. I slowly approached her from behind, kissing her shoulder gently before spinning her around and allowing my mouth to seek hers, it isn't hard to find. She kissed me eagerly and I responded in kind, she didn't even feel the needle as I slid her skirt up, slipping it into the firm muscle of her buttock.
We made our way to her bedroom, stripping off clothing as we go. We were almost to the bed before her legs gave out. I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. I lay her gently on the bed and one thing turns into another, past and present merge as her voice calls my name in the throes of passion.
I collapse beside her, as my body gives out from exertion. I look at her and can tell it was as good for her as it was for me. Lounging beside her, as I catch my breath while she whispers sweet nothings in my ear, time ticks slowly away. As minuets pass I gather my thoughts, knowing what is yet to come, anticipating the ritual that will make her mine for good.
Climbing out of the bed after that seemed like hours, though was just mere minuets, I stand and gather her in my arms. I carry her into the bathroom and am pleasantly surprised by the sight of a rather large spa styled bathtub. Sitting her in the tub, I spot a bottle of scented bubble bath. I turn on the water and make sure it is not too hot or cold, then add the scented bubble bath to the water, making lilac scented fluffiness on the water’s surface. Bending down, I kiss her on the forehead and inform her I will be right back.
I move back into the bed room, looking around for fresh sheets, I find some on the top shelf in her closet. Stripping the dirty sheets off the bed and replacing them with the clean sheets, I make up the bed. Then I move on to the kitchen, looking for garbage bags. I find what I am looking for and return to the bedroom. Bagging the old sheets up takes only seconds and I almost forget to grab the condom I had used.
With the basic clean up done in the bedroom, I return to the bathroom to check on the water. The tub is nearly full. I turn off the water and begin to bath Clarissa gently, washing her entire body, cleansing away anything that might sully her perfect skin. Before long her skin begins to glisten like morning dew in the first rays of a rising sun. Seeing that she is sufficiently clean, I turn my attention to her golden hair.
I grab a nearby bottle of shampoo and gently begin to work her hair into a lather, taking steps to avoid tangling her lovely hair. Upon finishing with her hair, I lift her gently out and towel her body off, making sure I get every last drop of water I can.
With her body now dry, I sit her down in a chair and begin to dress myself. I look at her damp mass of hair when I finish and begin to search for a hairdryer, it doesn't take me long to find one. Soon her hair is dry and brushed with a gently tousled look that I soon correct, fixing it into loose curls using a curling iron that I found with the hairdryer. Her hair is soon a vision of perfection, like that of a doll, so perfect it almost seem surreal.
I search some more in the bathroom and coming up with plenty of options for her makeup and nails. I apply the makeup expertly and step back to admire my work, the doll comes to life. I paint her well-manicured nails a crimson red to match the lipstick I had picked for her. I tell her I will return shortly, then leave locking up behind myself.
I walk down the street to the parking lot I had stashed my car earlier that night before catching a cab to the club. Driving myself home, I look back at what a success tonight has been so far. It is not often things go so smoothly, but tonight has been nothing but smooth sailing.
