For Him
Disclaimer: Dracula is in my bed, but he's not mine. Sly rubs her hands together and laughs evilly. My sex demon . . .
Anyway . . .
Author's Note: Mariela you're too nice. Stop that. STOP THAT!
Okay, I promised myself that this chapter will be longer. Longer than four pages. Hopefully. Ah! Okay, now I need to go. Go, go, go. Ah!
Ignore that up there. Me rambling on and on. Just don't listen.
Chapter!
Rated R for certain . . . things.
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Chapter 1
Eternity
I woke up, cold from the mountain air and light breeze. His arm around my waist gave me a mutual feeling of warmness and coldness. I looked over to him, and he was sleeping. His chest did not rise and fall with breath, and no air came out of his closed lips or nostrils. Yet, even in sleep, his fingers stroked my hip lightly. I shivered and shifted a bit, so that I faced him. I tucked my head under his chin and snuggled to his hard, surprisingly warm body.
I lay there for a while; breathing on his beautiful chest, then I started stroking his slim hips, as he had stopped stroking mine. After a few minutes of my fingers on his hips, he stirred, then pulled away from me. His black eyes stared into mine, and he brought his long, pale fingers up to stroke my cheek and lips. I felt a jolt of heat in my chest as his other hand stroked the inside of my thighs. I moved my hands to his hard chest and stroked the fineness, then kissed the smoothness of his muscles. I raised my face to him and we kissed, long and hard.
His fingers moved . . . there, and stroked, and I shuddered, leaning into him. His hand cupped . . . and I cried out. He tortured me for another minute, then his hands came up to cup my breasts and his thumbs rubbed over my nipples gently. I trembled, and I brought my shaking hands up to cup his face, bringing his lips down to mine and our tongues battling. Passion came over me in waves, and I ran to greet it. I pulled him with me.
We joined, and he rode me. It was perfect, as it always was. And at the last minute, I thought of something that I had battled to keep out of my mind for the past four years:
Velkan.
As we climaxed, I hiccupped a sob and clung to him. We collapsed against the soft grass and I sobbed into his chest.
And I remembered.
I remembered the night we spent together.
I remembered what would have been our loving.
I remembered his face at my Mother's funeral.
I remembered him when he was 13.
I remembered the first time I saw him.
I remembered his appreciative glance when I told him how old I was at Mother's funeral.
I remembered our heated kisses.
I remembered his hands everywhere.
I remembered my dream.
I remembered Ian.
I remembered his smile.
I remembered his eyes.
I remembered his hair.
I remembered his body, God, his body.
I remembered his hands.
I remembered Velkan.
And it was awful.
After sobbing it all out on his chest, he raised my head and brought my face close to his.
"What are you thinking about, my love?" he asked me softly, my lips a whisper away from his. I swallowed back more tears.
I opened my mouth but couldn't answer. It was too painful. A thousand knives piercing my heart. He knew.
"My darling," he whispered, and kissed me.
"Forget." I squeezed my eyes shut.
I will never forget, I thought to him.
"Forget him," he said, and his hands grabbed my face.
"Kallisto," he whispered, and his voice was pained. I stared into his bottomless eyes. The emotions I saw in those eyes scared me. I looked away. Velkan.
"Kallisto," he repeated. "You must forget."
"I can not," I whispered back. His eyes widened. He got fierce.
It scared me.
"Kallisto!" he murmured harshly. Then he calmed down. And got happy.
"Kallisto," he said softly in an entirely different tone. His fingers pressed against my spine, pushing me closer to his body and arching my body to fit his. Then we were standing.
"Let me help you, Kallisto," he said to me. He kissed my ear.
"I can help with your pain." I tilted my head, giving in to his caresses. He licked my ear.
"I can get rid of your pain." That would be nice, I thought lazily, through all the fog of passion that was coming towards me as he kissed his way down my neck.
"For all eternity," he whispered into my neck.
"Just a little pain in the beginning, then you will have no pain for all eternity," he said, and I blinked in confusion.
Wait a minute.
He licked my neck, and I shivered. Whatever doubt I had was gone. I moaned.
Then, a small jolt of pain cleared the fog in my head and chased away the passion. I yelped and jumped out of his strong arms. My hand went to my neck, where a trickle of blood was running down my chest. I raised my eyes to his, and I trembled, frightened.
He saw my fear. He walked towards me, his fangs over his lips. I shivered and cowered away from him. He stopped.
"Kallisto," he said, and his fangs retreated. He was himself. I sighed in relief, and wiped up the blood. His eyes held lust. Lust for blood.
My blood.
"My love," he whispered. I smiled tremulously. A small drop of blood was still on my neck.
"I just wanted to make the pain go away," he reasoned, stepping closer to me. I held out my hand.
"Have you eaten?" I asked him. He gulped, then shook his head.
"The brides-they occupied much of my time." I nodded.
"Go." He looked surprised.
"What?" I pulled him to me.
"Go," I said again. "Go feed. Don't come back until your stomach is full." He smiled, then turned to go. I pulled him back.
"And remember your word," I said softly, and he sighed.
"I know, love. I know." He pulled my face to his and kissed me gently, tenderly. I shivered. Then he dipped his head and licked up the blood still resting on my neck. I shuddered, hating watching him with blood. He smiled, licked his lips, then kissed me again and jumped off the ledge. I watched as he unfolded his wings and flew off. Yes, he was my demon still.
He tried to kill me.
I raised my hand to my neck again and rubbed the wound.
"I don't want the pain to go away," I said softly. "I want to remember him again. I want to see his handsome face in my dreams." I squeezed my eyes shut and sank to the ground.
"I want Velkan."
Disclaimer: Dracula is in my bed, but he's not mine. Sly rubs her hands together and laughs evilly. My sex demon . . .
Anyway . . .
Author's Note: Mariela you're too nice. Stop that. STOP THAT!
Okay, I promised myself that this chapter will be longer. Longer than four pages. Hopefully. Ah! Okay, now I need to go. Go, go, go. Ah!
Ignore that up there. Me rambling on and on. Just don't listen.
Chapter!
Rated R for certain . . . things.
}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{)()()()()()()()(
Chapter 1
Eternity
I woke up, cold from the mountain air and light breeze. His arm around my waist gave me a mutual feeling of warmness and coldness. I looked over to him, and he was sleeping. His chest did not rise and fall with breath, and no air came out of his closed lips or nostrils. Yet, even in sleep, his fingers stroked my hip lightly. I shivered and shifted a bit, so that I faced him. I tucked my head under his chin and snuggled to his hard, surprisingly warm body.
I lay there for a while; breathing on his beautiful chest, then I started stroking his slim hips, as he had stopped stroking mine. After a few minutes of my fingers on his hips, he stirred, then pulled away from me. His black eyes stared into mine, and he brought his long, pale fingers up to stroke my cheek and lips. I felt a jolt of heat in my chest as his other hand stroked the inside of my thighs. I moved my hands to his hard chest and stroked the fineness, then kissed the smoothness of his muscles. I raised my face to him and we kissed, long and hard.
His fingers moved . . . there, and stroked, and I shuddered, leaning into him. His hand cupped . . . and I cried out. He tortured me for another minute, then his hands came up to cup my breasts and his thumbs rubbed over my nipples gently. I trembled, and I brought my shaking hands up to cup his face, bringing his lips down to mine and our tongues battling. Passion came over me in waves, and I ran to greet it. I pulled him with me.
We joined, and he rode me. It was perfect, as it always was. And at the last minute, I thought of something that I had battled to keep out of my mind for the past four years:
Velkan.
As we climaxed, I hiccupped a sob and clung to him. We collapsed against the soft grass and I sobbed into his chest.
And I remembered.
I remembered the night we spent together.
I remembered what would have been our loving.
I remembered his face at my Mother's funeral.
I remembered him when he was 13.
I remembered the first time I saw him.
I remembered his appreciative glance when I told him how old I was at Mother's funeral.
I remembered our heated kisses.
I remembered his hands everywhere.
I remembered my dream.
I remembered Ian.
I remembered his smile.
I remembered his eyes.
I remembered his hair.
I remembered his body, God, his body.
I remembered his hands.
I remembered Velkan.
And it was awful.
After sobbing it all out on his chest, he raised my head and brought my face close to his.
"What are you thinking about, my love?" he asked me softly, my lips a whisper away from his. I swallowed back more tears.
I opened my mouth but couldn't answer. It was too painful. A thousand knives piercing my heart. He knew.
"My darling," he whispered, and kissed me.
"Forget." I squeezed my eyes shut.
I will never forget, I thought to him.
"Forget him," he said, and his hands grabbed my face.
"Kallisto," he whispered, and his voice was pained. I stared into his bottomless eyes. The emotions I saw in those eyes scared me. I looked away. Velkan.
"Kallisto," he repeated. "You must forget."
"I can not," I whispered back. His eyes widened. He got fierce.
It scared me.
"Kallisto!" he murmured harshly. Then he calmed down. And got happy.
"Kallisto," he said softly in an entirely different tone. His fingers pressed against my spine, pushing me closer to his body and arching my body to fit his. Then we were standing.
"Let me help you, Kallisto," he said to me. He kissed my ear.
"I can help with your pain." I tilted my head, giving in to his caresses. He licked my ear.
"I can get rid of your pain." That would be nice, I thought lazily, through all the fog of passion that was coming towards me as he kissed his way down my neck.
"For all eternity," he whispered into my neck.
"Just a little pain in the beginning, then you will have no pain for all eternity," he said, and I blinked in confusion.
Wait a minute.
He licked my neck, and I shivered. Whatever doubt I had was gone. I moaned.
Then, a small jolt of pain cleared the fog in my head and chased away the passion. I yelped and jumped out of his strong arms. My hand went to my neck, where a trickle of blood was running down my chest. I raised my eyes to his, and I trembled, frightened.
He saw my fear. He walked towards me, his fangs over his lips. I shivered and cowered away from him. He stopped.
"Kallisto," he said, and his fangs retreated. He was himself. I sighed in relief, and wiped up the blood. His eyes held lust. Lust for blood.
My blood.
"My love," he whispered. I smiled tremulously. A small drop of blood was still on my neck.
"I just wanted to make the pain go away," he reasoned, stepping closer to me. I held out my hand.
"Have you eaten?" I asked him. He gulped, then shook his head.
"The brides-they occupied much of my time." I nodded.
"Go." He looked surprised.
"What?" I pulled him to me.
"Go," I said again. "Go feed. Don't come back until your stomach is full." He smiled, then turned to go. I pulled him back.
"And remember your word," I said softly, and he sighed.
"I know, love. I know." He pulled my face to his and kissed me gently, tenderly. I shivered. Then he dipped his head and licked up the blood still resting on my neck. I shuddered, hating watching him with blood. He smiled, licked his lips, then kissed me again and jumped off the ledge. I watched as he unfolded his wings and flew off. Yes, he was my demon still.
He tried to kill me.
I raised my hand to my neck again and rubbed the wound.
"I don't want the pain to go away," I said softly. "I want to remember him again. I want to see his handsome face in my dreams." I squeezed my eyes shut and sank to the ground.
"I want Velkan."