CHAPTER 4

A warm sensation on my face woke me up from what seemed like a never-ending slumber. As I opened my eyes I saw fire and sat right up, feeling totally different from the way I did a few hours ago. Baraka was right; I do feel a lot better. I saw him sitting in front of me by an open fire.

"It's about time you woke up," He said, not turning to face me. I looked down at my shoulder that was still wrapped in bandages and I got a wicked idea. I snuck up on him, getting as close to his neck as I could, then dug my eight razor sharp fangs into his flesh, feeling the pop of the breaking skin. Baraka shouted and cursed, but I could tell that I didn't hurt him as bad as he hurt me.

"Now where even," I giggled, whipping my mouth of the blood. Baraka turned around as fast as he could, glaring at me with his big yellow eyes.

"Why you little..." he growled. I couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression on his face.

"I know that turned you on Baraka," I giggled again.

"Ya, your right, and now I suggest you run, because right now, I'm not in a very playful mood," He grinned evilly.

"Oh come on. Loosen up, its not like I tried to kill you," I said, getting a little closer. He looked away. "Are you sure your not in a playful mood, we could have some fun you know," I said sadistically, climbing into his lap. He looked me in the eyes as I tried to slowly pull his shirt down from around his shoulders. But he stopped me with a gentle hand on my back, sliding it up. "Don't even think about biting me again," I scowled.

"I won't," he said, before ripping the bandage off my shoulder. I wasn't going to question why he did that; I was to into it now to hardly even say anything. Baraka's hand was now on my thigh, running his hand up under my dress and back up my spine. I arched to his touch and with his other hand he touched my breasts through my dress, but soon after felt the warm skin, after lifting it effortlessly off me. I leaned forward again, to kiss him down his neck and lick off the rest of the blood from the wound I had given him.

My hands were being bad, they were wondering to places they shouldn't be, but they just couldn't help themselves. I touch Baraka through his pants and he growled with excitement. I opened his shirt down the middle so I could see his hard muscles again, but this time I could feel them, feel why he was so strong. He finished discarding his shirt, and then went strait to his belt, whipping it across the cave. He pushed my down into the ground, hovering over me and pressing his pelvic area against mine. I rested my thighs up on his and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him again.

I could feel him through his pants; I could tell he couldn't wait any longer. "Take me," I whispered into his ear. Before I knew it, I was being pressed against the wall of the cave and Baraka was standing up, his cheek against mine. At last he was in me, roughly thrusting himself onto me, pressing my body against the wall harder every second. I could sense his urge bite me again as he clenched his teeth, resisting his need.

"Go ahead, do it," I said, wanting to be controlled. He hesitated at first, but then bit down on the still open wound on my shoulder. I tried so hard not to scream and I didn't, but I did yell out his name as the feel of pain and pleasure fused into one, creating a rush of heat across my body. I clawed at him helplessly.

I wanted him to feel the way I did, so I copied him, biting down on his wound, the feel made it better for me also as I tasted his blood and it added to the orgasmic sensations flooding my body. Only the sound of moaning filled the cave, not only from my wild yelps of desire, but also from Baraka's growls of the combined shock waves surging through his body. I had never felt anything like this before, but I loved it, I loved Baraka, not only for the pleasure he could inflict, but also for everything about him.

And then the feelings passed. The pressure on my shoulder was relived as was the pressure on my front when Baraka backed away and my mouth was no longer tasting the flesh and blood that was now dripping down his chest. Weakened, I fell to the floor, heaving large breaths of air to regain my composure. I looked up at Baraka who was also panting heavily. As he zipped up his pants, he turned, reaching down to the floor and picking up a blanket. He came to my side, wrapping us both in the blanket and laying down. I wrapped my arm around his waist and rested my cheek on his chest. I could feel the sweat running down my forehead as I felt his arm around me and I fell asleep, curled up against him again.