THE BEGINNING:
The vampire has made the mistake, of sending her on her way by herself. Using this to my advantage, I frighten her driver into unconsciousness, and have my driver retrieve her.
She's walking my halls, and exploring rooms when I return. This must not be considered impolite behavior amongst her kind. Following her scent, she's in my rooms. "Who is she?" She asks, her blue eyes watching me upon my entrance.
She has beautiful eyes, that seem to look right through me. Clothed in just a blanket, my member's hard causing me to become uneasy. "Who?" I ask, unable to think straight my mind's on one thing... "It's faint but I can still smell her. Did you bed her?"
Semira... she followed me to my rooms disrobing, in the hopes that we'd have a go at it one last time. "A former lover, I had to disappoint her."
"Liar."
"Think what you will..."
The studious way that shes looking at me, and the scent of her arousal has my wolf's undivided attention. I can feel it stirring beneath my skin, wanting to be unleashed. But I can't, she's not one of us.
"As if that's going to stop you." She says, her eyes gleaming. " As if I can't smell the dew between your legs." I respond. Beckoning her to me, she obeys. Taking her time, I reach out pulling her to me.
Her kisses are unsure, timid, I know what she needs. Releasing the blanket, I lift her into my arms, laying her down on my bed. I have no time for her many layers of clothing and rip them off of her.
Her heartbeat's racing, and her hands moving slowly down my chest trembles, as I apply kisses down her neck. Her small gasp as my fingers find her bud, slick with her nectar, heightens my need. A low growl emanates from me, as her nails dig into my back.
Lightly teasing her nub, her legs open automatically, her breathing coming in short spurts. The need to be inside of her is overwhelming, but first I want to taste her. A frustrated huff from her as my teasing comes to a halt, is quickly followed up by a quick intake of breath as I move slowly downwards, trailing kisses.
My tongue makes slow circles around her folds, before focusing on her pearl. She moans out her pleasure with every flick, clutching the sheets. The top of my tongue rolling upwards, and then slowly backwards over the top of her sex, has her legs shaking.
"Not yet." I whisper, before being pulled on top of her. Her lips meet mines hungrily, her legs around my waist, as I try to maintain my composure, I don't want to rush. "Please..." She begs.