Juliet sat on the bed, her palms sweating and her heart beating hard in her chest while the neon of the sign outside the window turned the room into a nightclub. She could hear him showering, washing the stench of the world outside off of his sleek body. She fumbled with the drink in her hand, and let the entire night pass in a single stream through her mind. Still, her heart raced. When he emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in the small white towel, her lips parted and she gasped quietly. Never had she seen a man more worthy of being called a Vampire. His broad chest rippled as he leaned over slightly to kiss the top of her head. His wide, strong hands caressed her long hair and pooled it upon her shoulders as he began to stroke her neck with long fingers.
"I don't know what I am doing here, Angus" she whispered quietly. "I shouldn't... I'm ... I .. but..." She trailed off as he leaned down farther and quieted her mumbling with a kiss so passionate, she simply melted into him. She could feel his lips, almost alive against hers, and his tongue so delicately entered her mouth with the intent of a starving lover seeking shelter. She tensed up, melted, and began to feel that familiar heat begin to bloom inside her. THIS is what being loved by a Vampire meant... instant and total surrender to the carnal needs buried in your eternal soul. So easily it was drawn from her - all with a single kiss.
"You were saying?" Angus straightened up, saw the flush crawl up her cheeks and into her eyes, and grinned slightly, his fangs bared enough to glint in the fading light. "I thought so. My dear, why are you holding that empty glass?" He reached and took it from her. She stared at the glass as it left her grasp, never remembering drinking the last of it. This sort of thing happened often when he kissed her. She would simply go blank. And for Juliet, this was part of the attraction. "Another Kiss, dearest?"
She stood, her own towel falling open and to the floor around her feet. He grinned lightly again, grabbed her bodily. and drew her to him with lust in his eyes. He was on her mouth, his hands in her hair, and her neck, and her face. He was everywhere all at once as only a creature of darkness could be. He covered her mouth with his own and plunged into her. Juliet's breathing hitched hard in her chest, stopped, and she gave into his drive. With rough motions, he had her by the heart. He had taken her into himself and was showing her the wonder in the unseen universe. Sky moved past, and she felt hot and wet inside. His mouth on her throat, sharp fangs dragging over the softest of skin, barely hiding the thunderous cascade of crimson life beneath. Then the familiar torrent of emotions came. Hard in her heart and in her soul. She would never be able to give him the commitment of eternal darkness he wished for. The sky was her domain, and needed to be tended with care daily. She could love him as long as he kept his place, and she kept hers. Still he kept on her. Stroking her flesh front and back, making her writhe and want more and more each moment his hands were there on her body. Ready to give him whatever he asked for, Juliet made a small noise that told him what he needed to hear - she was ready.
He lifted her exposed body from the floor effortlessly. She never noticed. He never broke the kiss. Together they moved as one to the bed, and she was incapable of understanding anything except that she wanted him. She wanted him more than anything under the sun. She wanted him inside her, coaxing from her the release she needed to be free from this earthly bondage. Still he kept on her. Mouthing her body from forehead to the soles of her feet, she raged for him. She begged him noiselessly with returned kisses and stroking hands. Her palms found purchase upon him and she gasped with pleasure while she moved deliberately to make HIM want release. But Angus was an ancient and skilled creature. This mortal could have his love, but not make him beg for release. She could know his flesh, but not the darkness in his eternally damned soul. And she tried so very hard to know his flesh. She began to return the passion to him, began to use her own mouth to seek those places she knew made men wild with desire. She caressed and tugged, scratched and stroked all in the name of want.
And while Angus built, Juliet began to crash down into herself, eyelids fluttering as he drove harder into her need. Then, without prior mention nor slightest hint, he began to move forward into her. She lifted her hips to his advance, and let herself be taken totally by this creature who loved her so very much. The skies inside her opened up, and tears fell from her with no end. Passion built upon desire and total and complete love drove the here and now from her mind. She became lost in this dream and had no desire to ever return to what was in the world she left behind. Slowly he entered her, the silky smoothness of his motions matched only by the restrained fury in his eyes. He stared at her as he let himself in. She stared into herself through closed eyes, and never wanted to open them again. Angus leaned in to her, breathed a huffed word and with that single word she became unrecognizable as herself. She became part of him, part of whatever he wanted. He smiled wickedly, and she never noticed. He said it again, and leaned down as her body rebelled and a lifetime of lustful yearning exploded from her soul. Screams filled the air in her voice, she clawed at his back, his face, his arms, and she threw her head to and fro like an animal, with teeth bared. Angus kept smiling, kept moving rhythmically, and leaned downward to her neck. She became pinned under the craving, ancient creature, but her orgasmic thrashing continued. He leaned close to her pulse, pressed into her, and bared his fangs.
Angus muttered the word one more time as she tensed up, shook with all of her soul, and finally lay still, spent. He closed his mouth upon her throat, and grinned. She flashed eyes wide with content and forever. And passed.
Angus lifted, and said the word one final time with a bloody tear running down his face.
"Mine."
(Originally Published 12-31-2010)
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