Henry heard the shower start to run. His body ached with need, not only sexually but also physically. He and Vicki didn't fight often, but when they did it was usually a pretty good one. He wanted her, even just to hold her close. He hated when she was angry or hurt.

He followed her anyway.

Vicki counted..she gave him until ten..he made it to nine. She secretly smiled..she loved the effect she had on him. She would never let him know that she wanted and needed him just as badly.

He stepped into the shower, immediately he pressed his body behind her, kissing her neck, cupping her full breasts in his hand, thumbing her nipples, making them harder than they already were. She moaned under the pleasure that his touch was sending through her. She was feeling that familiar tickle in her stomach, one of excitement, anticipation and lust all rolled into one.

She turned to face him.

"Excuse me, vampire, did I invite you to join me?" she purred into his ear, stroking his quivering hard-on as she talked to him.

He writhed into her,"No, would you like me to go?"

He put his mouth on hers before she could answer. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, finding that hers was pushing right back. She let go of him, putting her arms around his back to draw him closer to her. He was cupping her ass, pulling her up to him. He slid her down onto him, she wrapped her legs around him.

She threw her head back, her eyes silver.

He thrust up into her, she scraped his back with her nails, making him arch his back in pleasure.

He pulled out of her, causing her to frown at him.

"What are you doing? You've been a bad boy, don't get in more trouble..." she teased.

"Don't worry, I'm making it up to you." He sat her on the shower bench, throwing her legs over his shoulders. She gripped the towel rack, she knew she would need something to hold onto.

Henry could do things to her that would make any other woman run for her life. He had some kind of magic that he did with his tongue..there was no description. He started out licking one side of her wet flesh, then the other. She pushed her hips into him for more. He thrust his tongue in and out of her quickly, sucking her swollen spot intermittently. He brought her several times, small orgasms then stopped altogether. She growled in frustration at him. He turned the shower off.

He picked her up and carried her out of the shower. He kissed her all the way out. She was really lost, she never let him kiss her after doing that without brushing first. She didn't give a damn tonight. He took a large towel, dried himself off seductively in front of her. He rubbed around his nipples, down his firm stomach, then dried his sack and stroked himself with the towel. She watched in anticipation, getting wetter by the minute. He then dried her off from behind, rubbing the rough towel over her breasts, taking extra time on her nipple area. She arched her back into him, she could feel him pressed hard at her back.

She took the towel from him and threw it across the bathroom. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She rimmed him at first, then dove down on him. His eyes bled black, his fangs slipped. She had brought his beast out. He thrust his hips to her rhythm. She felt him quiver, he was lost in the moment. She pulled away and stood up. They looked at each other, her eyes silver, his still black.

"I want to feed from you Henry," she knew feeding from him was orgasmic as it was for her. He offered his wrist.

"No," she shook her head,"your neck."

His eyes widened. She had done that once in her first pregnancy. The sensation of it was almost too much.

"We'd better get to the bed then." He took her hand and led her there.

He laid back on the bed, she straddled him. She didn't let him enter her. He drew her to his mouth and began to suck again. He could feel how wet she was, so close so he took her over the edge. She gripped the headboard for balance, crying out his name.

She shuddered numerous time, Henry had thrust his fingers into her as she came, increasing her pleasure. She was tight and wet, he was so ready to go in but he would wait. This was all her tonight.

She was panting as she crawled backward back down to access his neck. He turned his head to expose that sensitive area on his neck. She leaned into him, her breasts brushing his chest. He reached around, grabbed her and slipped his fingers back into her. She moaned at their entrance. He pumped her as she licked and nibbled his neck, teasing him. She finally bit down, drawing out blood. She fed slightly, nothing like Henry's feeding from her, more womanly. As she took minute amounts of his blood, she brought Henry, not fully, but he was spasming without spilling out.

When she finished, she leaned up to look at his face. His eyes were glazed over, the look of ecstacy apparent. She leaned over to him and whispered.."I love you, but don't ever try or let anyone try to vamp me again.." She leaned up and he understood. It wasn't the not letting her go, it was trying to make her let go...never again.

He picked her up and placed her on him. She was so tight, he thought he wouldn't get his large member in. She wriggled down onto to him, she was plenty wet to accomodate him. She threw her head back her eyes rolled back in her head. He manually manipulated her, causing her to writhe over him. She leaned backwards taking him in her as deep as he would go. He continued to manipulate her. She could feel herself building. She rode him like a wild horse, bucking and writhing, causing her to hit that spot on him that was the most sensitive of all. Henry was so close, trying to to go until she was ready.

"Henry..Henry...Oh, MY GOD.." she let it go, full force and fell down onto him. Henry called her name over and over, spilling into her until he thought he would pass out from the pure pleasure of it. She lay on him for a time, not wanting him to pull out of her yet. Finally, she sat up, both of them with eyes back to normal.

She leaned down to him and kissed him. She didn't care what they had been doing to each other. She lay down beside him, he cradled her in the crook of his arm.

"Vicki, I truly am sorry," he said, stroking her hair.

"I know, but, for future reference, remember how I told you not to bite the bartenders?"

"Yes."

"I take that back."

With that, they laughed got dressed and slept.

The hunter waited, he waited for this moment. He sat outside of the Fitzroy house. All of the lights were out. He would come back tomorrow night..Fitzroy would be dead at his hand, along with his brother, the one who took his daughter. He would find James through Henry and kill them both.

The hunter never saw the figure come up beside his car...