Seduction and Demanding(Private)

She pulled her wrist away, letting it heal. She laid her arms cross on his chest and watched his face, two hours, alone, until he'd be back. She hoped anyway. She wanted him back now, she looked at the clock then him, she sighed and closed her eyes, resting a little as he fought the greatest battel of his life.

Inside he struggled, he felt his entire body slowly dieing. His organs began to fail and stop functioning first. Then his heart. Slowly, stopped beating. Silence, everything began to fade away. He wanted to cry her name, he felt as though everything was a thousand miles away.

Wandering in an empty void of his own mind.

His fingers twitched

She shifted a little, half asleep on his chest. A small yawn came from her and she sighed. It'd only been a few minuets in her mind, not wanting to see what the clock read she kept her eyes closed and head on her arms on his chest. he' be back, she promised her self. Otherwise, she stopped thinking, there was no otheriwse. He'd bbe back and she knew it, felt it.

Breathing? No. His chest merely moved slightly. His eye's were open. Looking down at her, soft blood red. Skin pale as snow, hair fair and shagged. His hand leaved his side and touched her cheek "Sleep well?" He whispered to her in a soft velvet voice.

She yawned at the voice, unbelieving and looked up, not saying anything right away. She stared before moving her head off her arms and wrapping them around his neck, "I slept well. How do you feel, hon, better?" She has to hear his voice again, make sure it was real. She ran her hands over his neck and what she could get of his chest with out moving. His skin a shade darker than hers, but he'd been out in the sun more than she had. She smiled slightly at the marks on his neck, her marks on him.

He smiled, his teeth showed the change. His canine teeth had turned to fangs. "Hungry." He whispered the word with a loving soft sight in his eyes. His lips kissed hers. He felt weak, head light. As if the world was just a large blur, she being the only clear thing in front of him. Her smell, her tasted, it made a low growl raise through his throat.

She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder and cocking her head to the side, "Eat," she tapped his lips then her neck. I'll explain everything when your satisfied in every need." She knew that he was in blood lust, his eyes showed it, his body felt it. Tense, ready, and waiting.

One word, one word sent shivers down his spin. Eat. Drink. Bite. Bite her, sink your sharp teeth into her neck. That was all he could think about as he got lost in the swirling oblivion of blood lust. He was tentative at first, not know how hard to bite down. His hesitation didn't last long as his tongue met the nap of her neck. Sucking the skin to clot the blood to one spot.

She moaned, a deep sound in her chest. She melted in his arms, shifting so her heck was closer, his teeth deeper. she relaxed completely then, letting the dominance he'd be feeling take over. It'd take the edge off his blood lust, for now.

Biting down wasn't hard. It was the sudden rush that his him hard. His fangs went so easily past flesh, feeling the hot serge of blood gorge his mouth full of hot warmth. He gulped the first two mouthfuls quickly and gripped her tightly. Drawing his fangs back slowly he felt the soft squirt fill his mouth at a more slower rate, which he started sucking deeply to get a heavy flow. Drips gently broke past his lips and stained his chin.

She didn't move, couldn't move, he needed the blood, she had some stocked up to satisfy her need later. She could feel her blood level dropping, herself weakening, she was glad she'd slept, or she'd be out like a light. It wouldn't be long. Darkness came and closed around her and nightmares came again. Behind her closed eyes she fought then back and lost, they rushed tot he surface, everything she'd ever seen that was horrifying. she couldn't move, i was like she was frozen in place as a movie played in front of her, all the nice parts cut out, all the blood and death left in.

Blood, she could taste it. His blood, her blood. He had stopped drinking, He bit deeply into his tongue and slipped it into her mouth for her to drink. He blocked the pain, blocked the hunger. He would feed her as she fed him. He would be her meal as she was his. It was not only to keep her sustained, but to share a common bond of blood between the two. Everything was alive to him. His body throbbed as his hands ran over her sensitive womanly areas.

She was too tired to fight back against him, she knew he'd win. But when she tasted his blood, she was awake all over. She took his tongue, more for the blood and his taste than for the pleasure they'd both get from kissing as open like this. She dropped her psi shields and let him in. Let him feel her mind caressing his as his hands caressed her she tightened her arms and shifted with him so he was over her and her on her back.

He smirked as his tongue drove deep into her mouth. Like a long slithering snake that slithered slowly around. His hand reaching into the deep wet. His hand slowly removed and replaced with another as his body felt the rush. Thrust, backs arching and cries of pleasure would insure afterward.

Blood and pleasure. "Open your mind," She whispered, this would give him something he'd never felt. They each other would feel anything the other felt. She screamed, her sanity falling into shreads.

He was afraid at first to what was going on. Allowing himself to breath more slowly, to feel her mind as well as her body. His hands pulled her close, kissing her softly as he got lost in the never ending swirl of sensations and pleasures. He wanted her to feel this pleasure as well, to take away her pain.

She dropped everything she had. Let everything go. All the pain, killing anyhting. She didn't know she was crying until his arms wound around her waist as the was nearly breaking her neck holding on so tight. She didn't want to depend on someone, it never worked. She's seen it not work again and a again.... She just didn't want it.

His kisses softened as he whispered sweet words into her mind, hoping to calm her. "I'm here, for you...I won't leave you." He whispered between kisses. She held his heart in her hands, he would do as she wished from him. All his love flooded over her mind, washing away the sorry, leaving nothing but a bright warmth spreading through her as his hands caressed her back. He looked different, stronger. Handsome. He was a perfect lover to her.

She sighed a while later, looked up at him then laid her head back on his chest. She sighed, she had to face facts, he had a family, "So," she whispered, "When are you going to tell your family?" She didn't want him to say whenever she liked, she didn't have one. Her heart was his, all he had to do was say one thing and her heart would drop and shatter like a glass vase.

He laughed softly. "Did'nt really think about it until you mentioned it." He slowly slid her to the side and sat up, looking to the bedside window out into the night. "Could I ever go back to them? Would I bare the pain to be near them, to hug them? I would be putting them in danger." He leaned back as he felt his face, different. Unfamiliar feeling to him. He knew they would notice the difference. He couldn't bare bringing them into his situation.

I looked at him, "You can leave anytime you like." she said not moving from where he'd put her. "And, that depends on if you want me to help you deal with the need for blood. as i said before, right now, your in needing. And, no, I am in charge of this territory, so your family will be completely protected." she closed her eyes, before getting up, stretching and pulling on a dress, as the door bell rang. "Theres one of the guard now. You may dress and come out or hide out in here."

He laughed softly. "I don't think they recognize me...I can't tell them i'm a vampire." He spoke defeated as he also got dressed and followed her.

She knew his tone and sighed, leading him out. She kept him behind her, "Gautier," She greeted.
"Queen Amelia," he greeted back, "Said you have papers for the transfer to your territory."
She nodded, "Take a seat," she watched him fold his long lean body onto the couch. she softly pushed Josh to sit besdie him and went to the kitchen for those papers.

Josh fell back hard, his head slung back on the couch. "Queen? She never said anything about being royalty?" He whispered as if trying to remember. He glanced over at the guy he sat with. "Hi, names Josh." He gave his hand to shake. He could smell blood,delicious blood. Would he attack this man? No, he thought not.

I found the papers and brought them back, "Sorry for interrupting you evening," Gautier said then rose from the couch and left. She folded herself to sit beside him on the couch, "I know, I gaurntee you have questions for me, so ask them."