"This is nice," I said softly as we sat before the burning fireplace.
We sat upon a thick rug that was the softest I'd ever felt. He held my right hand as the warmth of the huge fire warmed us immensely.
"Mhm," he responded softly.
I couldn't help it as my heartbeat increased. Was it just me or was there a lot of sexual tension between us? Did he want to claim me tonight? Did I want him to, for that matter? I didn't know. Sure, the idea of him and I naked was rather erotic to me but did I want that now? My body said yes but my head said no.
Mark wondered what she was thinking as he looked at her. It looked like she was deep in thought about something. What was it? Was she thinking of him? And if she was, then what about him was she thinking of? He wished he knew that but when he tried to pry into her mind, he couldn't gain access. He frowned then.
Was it private then? Maybe privacy was a good thing for her as everyone needed their privacy. So he would have grant her that. As he gazed at her, he idly wondered how lucky he really was.
She was gorgeous as her pale skin was supple in all the right places. Her breasts were handfuls large enough to fill his big hands, her thighs were tempting. She was a bigger woman and he loved every inch of her. Gave him more to love, so to speak.
He was glad she wasn't thin like most. He was glad she was different from all the rest, just like he was. Her hair looked so soft to the touch as it shimmered in the soft firelight; a long black curly blanket that surrounded her.
Her eyes were out-of-this-world beautiful as turquoise was a color he'd rarely seen. Just like Angie was so very rare. He considered himself a very proud man.
I felt eyes on me and looked his way. His green eyes had turned black as he stared at my neck. So he wanted to feed from me now? That was rather fast.
"You're wanting to feed from me now?" I asked softly.
He lifted his eyes to mine then and slowly nodded. So I dutifully removed my hair from one side of my neck as his black gaze followed.
"I won't always feed from your neck, love. It could be anywhere, Angie." He whispered then smirked.
My eyes shot to his and they grew wide. A blush quickly snaked it's way about my neck and face. That heated look reappeared within those black orbs of his and I swallowed nervously. Oh no.
"Um, Mark? This won't lead anywhere, will it? You know, with you feeding from me?" I asked, hoping nothing sexual would come of this.
"This could very well lead to something sexual. Why do you ask?"
I kept looking from his eyes to his fangs and back to those eyes. Could he tell how nervous I am? Sure he fed from me before, but we weren't more into this relationship as we are now. Could he also tell that I wasn't ready for anything sexual yet?
"Will you promise me that this won't get out of hand? Please Mark?" I begged.
His eyebrows furrowed. "I won't hurt you, Angie, if that's what you're afraid of."
I shook my head. "Just please promise me, Mark. Please?"
He ran a hand through his hair, looking torn and frustrated. I nibbled on my bottom lip as I hoped he would agree to this.
"This is supposed to be an intimate moment between two mates but you're asking me to not touch you when I feed from you. Angie, I don't know if I can promise such and stay true to that promise."
"I'm just not… Ready if this suddenly turns into a sexual situation. I'm just not ready for any of that yet." I said, blushing besides myself.
"Sexual situation? So I'm just supposed to not touch you when the desire escalates within you as I feed from you?" He asked with a raised auburn red eyebrow.
I grasped his hands in both of mine.
"Promise me, for us. Please Mark?" I pleaded.
He stared at me for several moments then closed his eyes and sighed. He then reluctantly nodded.
"I promise. For you, for us, Angie." He said with a pained expression.
I smiled softly and nervously. I wasn't ready because I was still pure, a virgin, and I just couldn't do it now. I just hoped that I wasn't asking too much of him. Trembling with the need to feed and with the fear of letting me down in be back of his mind, he kneeled close to me and grasped my shoulders in both hands then paused, looking into my eyes.
I looked into his eyes and nodded. "Go on, big guy."
I turned my head as he let out a shaky breath. He slowly leaned closer to me then bit the side of my neck. I didn't flinch or scream like I had the first time he bit me. No, it didn't hurt like I thought it would.
He continued to tremble as he fed from me. I could feel his mouth working against my neck and the licks of his slick tongue made me sag against him. Growing wide eyed, I began feeling the desire he spoke of.
It felt like a pleasurable fire in the pit of my stomach and my nether region. Down there. I gasped as my nipples hardened and my sex grew wet in a rush. With him feeding from me, he was driving me crazy!
I grasped his biceps, fisting his shirt as he groaned. His shaft hardened as soon as his fangs sank home. Just feeling her sag against him with ecstasy written all over her face made him want her desperately but he had made her a promise, a vow of which he couldn't break.
She wouldn't forgive him if he broke his promise. But it was so hard to not touch her as he fed from her. Suddenly she began trembling. He opened his eyes and realized she was trembling with desire.
Oddly enough, pride surged through him. He was feeding from his female and she was crazed with desire!
He'd waited so many centuries for this and now it was really happening! His body and skin became like it was before; gorgeous. I nearly broke the plea I made by almost caressing him. I gnashed my teeth and fisted his shirt within my fists until it hurt. I threw my head back as his bite struck me there.
He released my neck and scrambled from the floor and flitted to the other side of the room as I felt the bite mark on my neck. My breasts felt heavier as I was wet and turned on as I could be. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
He groaned in anguish and turned toward the wall, placing his hands flat upon it. The voices within his soul demanded that he claim her now. She was also turned on to the point of him smelling her arousal.
He knew she wouldn't break from his strength, but she made him promise not to touch her! Not to touch what was his! It was completely absurd that she thought he would cooperate with this. It was completely absurd!
His hands fisted against the wall as his shaft pained him. He was as hard as fucking steel, but she wouldn't allow any touching? She wouldn't give him what he so patiently waited for all of those centuries?
And those damned voices within his soul and mind wouldn't stop! Hey demanded he pin her down and take her in a frenzy, to make her his finally. To make her scream his name in pleasure, scream his name for more.
He roared and spun as I looked at him with wide eyes. His black eyes swirled as his auburn red brows were furrowed. He panted hard as his big hands fisted at his sides. He looked so hot and determined.
And crazed. Oh no. My eyes then lowered to the noticeable bulge between his long legs and my mouth was agape. I gasped as my body reacted so strongly to his his. I need him, and he needed me.
"I'm going to have to break that promise, Angie." He growled.
My eyes remained wide as I shook my head. I slowly stood.
"Mark, don't do this." I warned.
He cocked his head slightly, like a crazed man would.
"Woman, you have something I want, and I always get what I'm after." He growled and took a step toward me.
My heart raced wildly within my chest. He couldn't take me now. I wouldn't allow that. I shook my head.
"You can't take me yet, Mark. Please understand."
His black eyes narrowed as he took another step forward.
"Are you denying me what's mine?" He asked ominously.
If I ran, would he grow angry with me? Would he try to hurt me? Would he rape me? Fear snakes through me even as I stood my ground. I didn't want a crazed Vampire after me or my purity.
When it would happen, I wanted it to be romantic at least. I didn't want it to happen like this. If he thought on taking me against my will, he had another thing coming.
Trembling with fear, I stood my ground as he flitted before me. But he didn't touch me. No, he just stared down into my eyes as his hands continued to fist at his sides. I hoped he saw the fear in my eyes. And if he broke his promise to me and touched me, I would never forgive him.
"If you break your promise to me, Mark, I will never forgive you." I said in a strong voice.
His body shook hard with lust and he was teetering on the verge of pushing her down on the bed and taking her whether she agreed to it or not. But then, that would be rape and he couldn't do such to her.
Growling, he flitted back to the other side of the room and punched a wall beside him; plumes of plaster exploded everywhere. I jumped fearfully. He spun back around and pointed down at the bulge between his legs. My eyes widened, and a blush spread up about my pale face.
"What am I supposed to do with this fucking steel boner? Why are you so scared of the inevitable? You've had sex before, haven't you? So what's the fucking problem then?"
Suddenly melancholic, I moved to the bed and sank down upon the edge. I was inadequate already. I'd written of sex, but I've never done anything like it before. Sure I was tempted in my long lifetime, but I never did it.
He was so angry with this aspect and maybe he had a right to be. How could he not? He'd probably fucked any willing female in his life, hasn't he?
So why not let him take me forcibly? Why not let him get what he wants, since he always got what he was after. Then he'd be happy, wouldn't he? My temper now flared. I wasn't going to back down anymore. Not from him or anyone else. I did in the past out of fear and cowardliness. People ran all over me and I never said anything to stick up for myself.
Well that was about to change right now.
"So are you going to intimidate me? Take me against my will?" I asked as my eyes flashed to black, and electricity sparked the air.
He froze and grew wide eyed.
"I would never do such a thing like that, Angie. Now stop behaving this way."
My eyes grew wide.
"No one tells me what to fucking do anymore! I am a grown woman! Not a child!" I yelled angrily.
His eyebrows furrowed.
"Then don't act like one."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I screamed and aimed my glowing palms at him. He grew wide eyed and dodged the streak of electricity as it shot through a wall behind him.
"Whoa, whoa! Calm down, Angie! I'm sorry!" He said and held his hands up defensively.
"I have to get out of here…" I said then disappeared to my room…