I could see him quite well from the bed, as I lay with half closed eyes. He did not know I was awake. It's one of the little games we play. One of us feigns sleeps in order to observe the other. This time it was my turn.

He thought I had fallen asleep, and he left our bed. He pulled on a bathrobe, and wandered out onto the balcony. There, hidden away by hibiscus, lush vines and ferns, he nestled himself in the corner of a chaise and slipped into his private dreams. He stared into space, or so it seemed. His face, still softly flushed with the afterglow of lovemaking, mirrored his peaceful soul.

The night wind playfully fingered his hair, as if Nature herself could not resist the temptation to touch the strands of ebony silk. Lazily, he lifted his hand to brush the few wayward strands away from his eyes. But Nature decided that he was best adored with these sort wisps veiling his face, so he abandoned himself to the caress of the breeze. He closed his eyelids and sighed softly.

The corners of his lips curled slightly and slowly he permitted his head to loll in my direction.

"I know you are watching me, Cher," he says in a voice so quiet it could be part of the night wind.

I was discovered.

'Should I pretend to be asleep?' I asked myself. 'Should I stay as I am and remain victim of his enchantment?'

"Mon Amoureaux?" he called softly.

The temptation is sweet. How perfectly I could see his smiling face.

"Would you like to sit with me?"

An invitation no one in or out of their right mind could refuse.

I rose from the bed, walk through the darkened room and out onto the balcony. The night air is sultry. We were surrounded by the heady scent of the flowers that trail so abundantly over the iron lace. I lowered myself beside him on the chaise. Privacy is ours in the middle of this over-populated corner of the world.

Encircling me with his arms, he welcomed me. The moment is forever sealed in our hearts by a kiss.

"Did I exhaust you?" he asked, eyes twinkling merrily.

"Oh, yes, my dearest love," I murmured into his hair. The raven locks carry the scent of the night.

"Do you wish to rest here in my arms?" He lifted one fine brow as if in challenge.

"No" I caressed the hollow of his cheek with my fingertip. "I wish to ravish with all the passion you have given me and more."

"Then perhaps you should commence with this ardor, as the night will soon leave us," He whispered a fraction of a centimeter from my mouth.

"Yes oh, yes," I replied, as I closed this small space. I opened the robe to expose his pale skin. He shuddered at the touch of my hand as if anticipation had taken it's hold on him.

His legs part as I move atop him.

"Be part of me, my Golden Lion," he gasped as I raked my teeth across his shoulder. "I want to feel you deep inside of me."

I drew back slightly.

"What?" I pretend to be shocked. "Mon L--is, the master of foreplay, does not wish to be pleasured?"

He shook his head.

"Non... I need you, L-st-t. I need you more than blood or breath"

And who was I to argue this? This creature, who only a scant hour before, held me in such exquisite throes of ecstasy, now begged for the joyance of our bodies joined.

He moaned softly and arched under me as I slowly pressed into him..

"You are all I will ever want or need..." he whispered.

I leaned forward, kissing his ear, nibbling at the lobe, at the shell like curve. The sensations rippled through my body. His muscles clasped tightly around my cock as I drew back and hilted myself once more. I watched his face as he became lost in the passion that bound us.

He bit into his lip to stifle the cries as I thrust into him. I watched the blood pool around his fang. The crimson essence streamed from his lip, down his neck and on to his chest. The sight of it excited me, mesmerized me, as I plunged into him again and again. I knew if I tasted this ruby stream, I would no longer be able to hold back.

L--is grasped my hand and pulled my wrist to his mouth. He tore into the skin, my blood flowed across his lips. He arched once more, and pulled me down to muffle his cried into my shoulder. I sank my fangs into the tender flesh of his neck and drank in his orgasm as mine exploded.

We lay together, nestled in this intimate embrace as the swoon passed. The morning hours would soon be upon us. We knew we would have to seek the refuge of our bed, but stayed, snuggled together, for these last few moments.

At last, as the sky began to pale and the stars vanished, we took shelter in our room.

He lays at my side, now, asleep. His soft even breaths lull me into my repose. The loving words I now whisper into his ear are only heard by his subconscious. Such enchantment, Mon L--is, this great love we share. Such sweet enchantment.