I woke up screaming. My eyes rolled back before I forced them to stare at the point where sensation peaked. Damon was between my legs, fingers hard at work, while he bit and suckled my inner thigh. I knew it was a sensitive spot but what he was doing should have been deemed illegal or unethical. The scream lessened until I was gasping soundlessly in the bed.
"I feel like I've been hungry for centuries," he murmured. "It's fulfilling."
"I thought vampires couldn't survive on vampire blood," I breathed.
"Not on normal vampire blood," he replied. "Mate blood is different. As long as we each feed enough normally then our blood can sustain each other in between."
"Less blood bags?" I asked.
"A few," he replied. His hands slid up over my hips as he moved press his lips to mine. "Blood sharing is intensely private and much more satisfying with a mate."
"Is it also an aphrodisiac?" I asked quietly. He smirked knowingly, growling against my neck as he rolled onto his back. He had me on top of him in an instant, sitting over his thighs with his hands on legs.
"What do you think?" he asked. "Now pony-up!"
"Mmm...I like the seat," I replied as I mounted him. It was different to sit on him, to feel so feminine. No matter how heavy I felt as a woman I could sit on him and feel like I weighed nothing. He never trembled or winced when I moved over him. His body was like the hardest steel, supportive and strong.
"You've always had a very good seat," he replied. I began to move over him enjoying the feeling of his hands slipping over my bare skin. When I had been made I couldn't process touch at all. It was too raw, too personal, and too intense. I wore clothes that covered every inch of me and spent a great deal of time in gloves. Now the touch was...extremely pleasurable.
"I always wanted a horse," I panted.
"We can have them at the manor...shit!" he exclaimed when I began experimenting with clenching. My nails dug into his chest but I stopped the blood with my tongue. The taste exploded through me as I cried out from the perfect taste.
The end result was always the same when we were together. The sex was incredible and while I loved every bit of it the real excitement lay in the intimacy we shared. I could lay with him here and feel more human than I had when I was alive. Sometimes I forgot my old name...the one on my tombstone. A long time ago I had reconciled my grief over my death. She had died that day and Elena had been born.
Cuddled against him after a bout of love-like the foods making I could think clearly. He knew the signs of my deep thinking and remained quiet. His fingers moved through my hair as the door opened. I did not even recognize Carol coming in with breakfast but I smelled the sausage when Damon slid it onto his chest.
Food was different for vampires. We could eat almost anything we wanted and we tended to keep eating the foods we loved during our mortal years. We favored the blood foods that could be left as rare as possible. You wouldn't find a vampire who liked well-done steak. My favorite food was sausage. The greasy, sometimes bloody food made my mouth water like I'd never eaten before.
As each piece was eaten from his body, I smelled him enjoying his favorite. The pork smell was strong as he ate the ham slowly. Each little taste sent lust running through me. My blood hummed as I finished the sausage, attacking the piece of ham he held. The food gone after a quick tasting we were left to our thoughts again.
"How can we pretend to be engaged?" I asked. "My body is on fire all the time now."
"I know," he replied gently. "Remember when you were learning to feed and you couldn't handle the scent of blood at all?"
"It made my blood sing and my heart pound," I replied. "I...this is different. I'm burning."
"I know," he repeated. "We just have to get through today. The sensations will dull slightly the longer we share blood. That's what the honeymoon is for after all."
"Will we be separated tonight?" I asked hesitantly.
"No," he replied. "Ric worked it out for us. I'll take his room and you'll be in yours. I'll sneak over. I can't let you suffer all night."
"The sex?" I asked. "Is this need normal?"
"No," he answered. "It's part of the legend so I think it might be true."
"What is the legend?" I asked interested. He stared at me for a moment before snuggling me closer to him as he rubbed his face thoughtfully. When his hand dropped to my back I knew he'd tell me. The soft comforting stroking which served to distract both of us from any potential discoveries we would make in this story.
"It all started with a vampire finding a dying human," he began softly.