Note: The only character I do not own in this fanfiction is The Undertaker.

Chapter Ten

Unable to control the urges that were clawing away at him from the inside, Mark kissed Kristen with an intense passion that had been nestled deep within himself, waiting to be unleashed onto the right person.

His strong hands clung to her body, pulling her against his muscular frame, and slide his hands up and down her back, rubbing his palms against the smooth fabric of the dress she had on.

I can't take this anymore.

Fueled by lustful desires, his body made a move to where she was lying across the bed and his frame was on top of hers with his hips nestled between her legs from where they had been sitting up and she had him straddled. He had to have her, and there was nothing that was going to stop that from happening.

He broke the kiss with her, and sat up on his knees. His piercing stare burned into her eyes with passion residing within them. Mark's hands moved to where his buttons on his shirt were located, and worked to get them undone. He was pleased to see Kristen making the move to slip the jacket she had been wearing over the top of her dress off as quick as she could while holding eye contact with him.

She wanted this as much as he did and she wasn't going to back down from it either.

Losing patience with the buttons on his top, Mark yanked his shirt open, exposing his toned midsection. His hands removed the top from his physique and tossed it to the side, exposing an array of various tattoos being scattered up and down his arms and across his midsection. He watched her eyes take in what he had on display for her, and he could tell that she was wanting to touch him but wasn't sure about it.

The sight brought a smile to his face and gave him motivation to be a little daring and bold for the first time in centuries with a woman. He grasped her hands and eased them onto his abdomen while a husky tone emerged in his voice on its way out of his mouth.

"It's okay to touch me, Kristen. You are the only one that gets to."

His smile nearly turned into a smirk from noticing her to be looking at him in shock from him having gotten a hold of her hands, placing them on his midsection, and giving her permission to touch him. Her facial expression made it very hard to keep from letting out a laugh that was buried in his throat.

Instead of giving into the chuckle, Mark leaned back down, and sealed his lips against hers before the sound could slip from them. The chuckle that had started to make its way into her mouth changed into a pleasurable moan from her hand gliding around on his abdomen.

She is making it really hard to not go as slow as I have been. Her fingertips are leaving a trail of fire and it is really difficult for me to not rush right into us fucking one another right now.

It was taking every bit of his vampiric strength to keep from ripping her dress right off her body and all of her underclothes, and go right to driving his rock hard member inside of her body. He wanted so bad to already be inside of her, but he didn't want to rush things with her and have her to be uncomfortable or in pain.

His lips continued to passionately kiss hers that were locked onto his while his hands were gliding up and down the sides of her curvaceous frame, feeling the womanly shape that had caught his eye in the elevator along with her likeness to Katrin. He couldn't understand why so many other wanted to be rail thin or try to look like a Barbie doll. Women should have curves and not made to feel like they are less because they had them.

He slipped them down to the bottom of her dress tail, and gathered some of it up into his hands, gently. Mark held onto the kiss with her as his hands stayed where they were, waiting for him to start having them to work on moving her dress up.

A few lingering seconds passed before Mark started to inch her dress up her body. He made sure to be careful with it as to ensure he didn't tear the dress or move too fast to where it would startle her. His method of movements was to make sure that she got much more pleasure from him than with any other man she had been with before him.

Once the dress had gotten to her waist, Mark eased out of the kiss with her. He worked to catch his breath before he could speak up. It delighted him to hear her trying to catch her breath, and know that he was doing exactly what he wanted to do in order for her to enjoy what he had to offer. He gave it a few more seconds before the words finally came out.

"I need you to lift your arms up for me."

Mark watched her do as he said, moving her hands from his body to be over her head, without any hesitation. He found her gaze not leaving his for even a moment. She was entranced by him as he was by her. A faint smile started to appear on his face while he started to work on getting rid of the dress she had been wearing from a thought that came to him.

After tonight, Kristen, you will be mine.

Removing the dress from her body and tossing it onto the floor where she had her jacket laying, the sight of her gorgeous body wearing a lacey, white bra and a pair of white satin panties excited him much more than he already was. His eyes scanned over her luscious frame, taking in every inch of her that was before him. It was taking every bit of his resolve to keep his animalistic, lustful desires in check and not take over him at that point.

Leaving back down, Mark whispered to her shortly before his lips met hers in another sensual kiss.

"You are absolutely perfect, Kristen."