Henry weakly protested and then gave in. Vicki dropped out of his arms and stood before him wet and ready. She took his faces in her hands and rubbed her thumbs over his cheeks. Henry's jaw twitched and for the second time that night, his eyes filled with tears.

"Why are you crying?" she asked.

"Because, I thought I lost you," Henry told her. He put his hands on her face and rubbed her full lips with his thumb. She kissed his thumb then turned to kiss him. Her tongue parted his lips and dipped into his mouth. Their wet, naked bodies pressed into each other. Vicki could taste her own blood in his mouth. She pushed herself against him and she shuddered when her breasts rubbed against his hard chest. Henry sighed and put his hands on her firm ass, squeezed and massaged it. She ground into him and moved to kiss his neck. Turning her head slightly, she offered her neck to him and he took the offer but didn't bite. Instead, he kissed, nipped and sucked until she cried out and buckled into his arms. Her neck was sensitive and her body shuddered under his ministrations. Henry pushed her away enough to gain access to her breasts. His mouth encased her taut nub and his tongue began to twirl small circles before sucking and flicking it inside his hot, wet mouth.

"Henry, take me,"Vicki horsed out.

"As m'lady wishes," Henry's dark eyes drank her in when he pulled her completely away. Vicki's eyes rolled down and looked at his proud erection. Involuntarily, she licked her lips and shivered. The thought o f him stretching her out and pounding into her was almost too much to bear. Closing her eyes, she turned around and offered herself to him.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Henry asked as he teased her opening.

"No talking, just fucking," she ordered. Henry shook his head, his wet curls framed his face and a smile curved his lips. Vicki did have a way with words that was unmatched by any woman he'd been with in the many hundreds of y ears on this earth. Vicki steadied herself on the rock wall and Henry used her hips to steady them both then speared her slowly and methodically. The act elicited grunts and cries from Vicki's parted mouth. Henry saw her hands grip the wall. Their passion was intense and unbridled.

"Harder," she demanded but Henry continued his slow, rhythmic strokes. He was building her up to a massive climax but she was becoming impatient.

"Henry, harder,"she told him again then added, "please."

Henry obliged her and began to pound into her. He felt her walls tighten and just as she spilled over, he did too but this time, it was as if they were united as one. Their blood sang out the orgasmic melodies in unison. Henry roared and threw his head back as did Vicki. They rocked together and spasmed slightly when it was over. Vicki stood and swirled into his arms. They kissed passionately and held each other close. Reaching around, Henry turned the shower off, opened the doors and wrapped a large towel around Vicki first then one around himself. They lay together on the bed in silence. Vicki had her head on his chest and Henry wrapped his arms around her.

Finally, Vicki spoke, "Henry, I feel different. What happened? Tell me everything." Vicki hadn't shared with him that her vision seemed acute, just as it had after she drank his blood but this time, she was nervous. She knew she hadn't drunk his blood or didn't think she had and was unsure as to what exactly occurred.

After Henry told her everything, she said, "Well, that explains a lot. Thank you," she looked up and smiled at him.

"You're more than welcome but it's really Mike you need to thank, not me," he told her. She nodded and closed her eyes. Soon, they were both fast asleep, Henry in his death sleep and Vicki from sheer exhaustion. She began to dream but this time, it was a sappy dream that seemed so sappy, it had to be just some silly dream. Awaking with a smile, she saw Henry was still dead to the world and his towel had fallen off.

"Mmm..you are one talented vampire prince, " she sighed. Covering him, she got up and put comfortable clothes on that had been provided for them when they arrived. She noticed a small room off to the side and went to investigate.

"Wow," she said softly. The room was a drawing room created specifically for Henry she was sure. It was dusty but all of his supplies were still there. Vicki looked around and found a set of matches to light the torches in the room. The room also had lanterns and she lit those as well. She blinked and shook her head. She didn't know what exactly Mike had done but she sure hoped her eye situation was permanent. There was a stack of papers on his drawing table and she spread them out to see what they were. Most were just sketching of scenery and nothing in particular. Searching further, she found many of Catherine and Vincent as well as one of Vincent and an older man she assumed was Jacob, Vincent's father.

When she got to a set on the bottom of the pile, she gasped.

"My dream…."