I insisted on helping Harley with the dishes, giving her no leeway to object. So reluctantly, she allowed me to help her. I felt bad for earlier, so I apologized for asking about her late husband.

"Oh," She waved off my words with her hand. "It's all right. You didn't know."

I hugged her tightly then released her. She hugged me as well. She was a close friend to me and I liked that.

"Okay, now that everything is done, shoo." She said, ushering me out of the kitchen.

"Okay, okay. Good night, Harley."

"Good night, Your Highness."

She then closed the kitchen door and I sighed silently. I then wondered where Mark was, so I became a Phantom and floated up to his bedroom. I saw that my things were in his room and my eyebrow rose. Well we're basically living together so it was customary to share the same room. I saw a note upon his large dresser and floated to it.

I've gone for a walk in the garden. Relax for tonight I want your undivided attention as you shall receive it from me as well.

Love,

Your King

My eyebrows rose. He wants my undivided attention? Oh my. And I was to receive his attentions as well? What would he want from me tonight? The thought had me thrumming with anticipation.

Maybe a shower would ease the rush of emotions and heat within me. So that's what I did after gathering a pair of underwear and a bra then headed to the shower…

Space

Mark decided to visit Harley, who was preparing her dinner. Happy to see him again, she graciously offered him a seat by the warm fireplace. He accepted with a smile and sat in a soft chair before the enticingly warm fire. He shivered, never realizing how chilly he was. As he warmed himself by the fire, Harley brought her small bowl of stew with her and sat across from him in another soft chair. She smiled at him as she grasped her spoon.

"How do you think tonight faired, Sire?"

He looked from the fire to her and nodded.

"It was very fulfilling. I thought her parents would not be as accepting of me as they were. It's just an amazing feeling to be accepted finally."

She smiled.

"I'm glad, Sire."

He nodded then stood. She looked up at him as he spoke once more.

"Angie's and my wedding will be on Christmas Eve. Will you prepare Angie's gown and invitations? I know that I'm asking a lot of you, Harley, and I'm forever grateful for all that you do. It's just that I have no knowledge in things such as this." He said with an embarrassed smirk.

Harley waved off his words then stood, placing the bowl of stew on a nearby table.

"Tis woman's work. I will do my best and yes, I know how grateful you are. Now go to your bride-to-be. Good eve, Sire."

With an assuring nod, he did just that…

Space

Mark flitted to the bedroom and looked about the empty space with a frown. Then Angie's voice made him turn toward the closed bathroom door. He flitted before it and listened as she sang a love song. He smiled softly as her voice rose and fell, although not perfectly. He chuckled softly and shook his head. He would even love that about her.

Being as silent as a cat stalking its prey, he flitted into the warm room. Her voice was louder now as the steam was heavy. He just stood there and listened to the story she sang of. It sounded like a bit of melancholy and love as it spoke of heartbreak then finding true love. Whomever wrote it must have been a very talented person.

He stared at the outline of her body through the glass doors and inwardly groaned with desire. Now the thoughts of claiming her raged within his mind, making his shaft ramrod straight. But she wouldn't accept him taking her just yet, he knew. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to stop trying.

He needed to claim her soon before he combusted. She had a beautiful figure; lovely curves in all the right places, generous where it should be. He zoned out as his hand slowly reached toward the glass door.

Sighing, I turned just in time to see a looming figure reaching for the glass door. Wide eyed, I slid the door open and glared up at Mark. I somehow didn't care that I was naked. But he did. His green eyes widened, zeroing in on my breasts. Under his intense gaze, my nipples beaded tightly. His mouth ran dry and he rubbed his goatee slowly. His gaze still hadn't moved but mine lowered to the hard-to-miss bulge between his long legs.

My eyes grew wide. 'I shouldn't be looking! No, he shouldn't be looking! But it seemed rather erotic for him to be here, mesmerized by me.

Dragging my gaze up, I looked at him squarely in the eye.

"What do you think you're doing, Mark?"

He looked into my eyes as his were heated and wanting.

"You were singing so nicely, and I thought I could see you."

My eyebrow rose.

"You mean see and touch, huh?"

Unabashed, he nodded. Wide eyed, I grasped the door handle to close it when he suddenly began to shed his clothing. Perplexed, I paused when he drew his shirt from his beautiful body. My gaze lowered to that gorgeously muscled chest and torso of his that I briefly forgot how to breathe.

Exquisite.

"What are you doing?" I asked finally.

"I'm going to shower with you." He said, beginning to unbutton his slacks.

"Oh no you are not!" I yelled, slamming the door closed.

He grinned as he shed his slacks, straightening in his glorious nudity. With the grin still in place, he flitted into the shower. I gasped when I felt him touch my shoulder with his big hand. My eyes narrowed as I slowly turned. He just continued to grin down at me, his emerald gaze dancing with playfulness and desire. Why does he persist with this? I don't want this now.

His grin faded.

"Why don't you want this now, Angie?"

Frowning, I turned back around and climbed out of the stall then grasped a towel from the rack just beside the shower. I wrapped it tightly around me Mark shut the water off then traced behind me, grabbing a towel as well and wrapped it around his waist. I slowly lifted my head and looked into the mirror before us and saw Mark looking at me with worry and concern in his eyes and on his face. I looked away as he grasped my shoulders gently.

"Angie, is it me that is making you feel this way? Do I frighten you?"

I shook my head.

"No Mark, it's not you that is making me feel this way. You don't frighten me any. The thought of finally giving myself to you makes my heart pound with excitement but I'm just scared, that's all." I said softly.

His eyebrows furrowed. Why is she scared? Is she scared of the unknown?

"Look into the mirror, love," When I finally did, he gently removed my hair from my shoulders. Placing his big hands upon my shoulders he asked, "Are you scared of the unknown, Angie?"

"Yes partially, but there's something else."

He rubbed my shoulders softly.

"What is it? You can confide in me."

I bit my bottom lip nervously. Maybe this was a stupid thing to think or feel but I thought it was important to me. and Mark was attentive. So maybe telling him wouldn't be so bad. He is the man I love, and we are to be married soon. So no secrets were to be held between us, right?

Taking a breath, I spoke.

"I'm afraid that you won't like what you see and the fact of me not being ready. I know you just saw me, but it wasn't in the intimate sense."

His eyebrows rose.

"What?"

He couldn't believe his ears. Was she serious?

"What?" He asked again.

I turned and looked up at him.

"Look at you, Mark. You're gorgeous and I'm… Not. I'm nothing like you, Mark."

When he opened his mouth to protest, I spoke over him.

"Look Mark," I moved to his side so that his body was only visible in the mirror. "Look at you then look at me. You're like a Fallen Angel, Mark. I don't compare, as you've seen. I'll never be thin and gorgeous as the other immortals are and I've accepted that. Although society still hasn't accepted it. I'm a thick set woman-"

"Of whom which I adore and love dearly. Angie," He turned and looked down at me. "Yes I saw your body just now and I really loved it. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with your body. You want proof?"

He grasped my right hand and pressed my palm against the hard bulge between his legs. I gasped, blushing crimson.

"Mark-"

"Uh-uh, hush woman. I respond so easily to you, as you can feel. It's all right if you're not ready. I'm new at this as well. I'm pure as well."

My eyes grew wide. He is a virgin as well?

He nodded as his green eyes grew hooded as I continued to keep my hand upon him. Unable to resist, I moved my fingers and he groaned softly. I looked down to where my hand was with wide eyes then looked back up at him. This man really wants me. Maybe I should stop worrying and just give myself to him. Was I being selfish? Was it fear of something like this that always had me run the other way? Yes but I can't let my fears control and run my life. Maybe I should do this; be seduced by the mysterious yet sexy-as-hell Mark Calaway.

And by what I was doing, Mark was mine. He'd already pledged his existence to me and for me, so I should do this for us as well. I should give him the night of his life.

He smiled ever so softly and released my hand then cupped my cheeks in both hands.

"Night of our lives, darlin'."

I straightened and softly smiled up at him. He smiled then clasped my hands in his and flitted us to the bedroom. He released my hands as I looked up at him. He took my hands in his once again with a soft smile.

"I love you, Angie, and I want to show you just how much tonight."

I blushed softly as he pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his lean waist and laid my head against his bare chest. He smelled so good; like Sandalwood and the cool air of November and Mark. I removed one arm from his waist and placed my hand upon his strong chest. I could feel and hear his powerful heartbeat; a beat that would beat for the both of us from now on. I shivered when his big hands slid down to my behind, resting possessively. This was a scene from a fantasy, a dream. I still couldn't believe I was this fortunate. Someone up there must like me.

"Everyone is protective and possessive of their mates. I am protective and possessive of you, love. Jay has Glenn to protect and possess her and you have me."

"Possess me, huh?" I asked, looking up at him.

He nodded.

"You are cherished mostly in my world. You're my everything, my world. Tonight, if you let me, I'd like to show you. Will you allow me?"

He looked so earnest and I really did believe that things would be all right. Mark would never hurt me, so I put all of my trust in him and nodded slowly.

He smiled ever so softly then leaned down, pressing his soft lips to mine. I sighed at the rightness of this and wrapped my arms around his neck as his tongue tentatively probed mine, petting my desire. I gave a few shy licks of my own and found myself surprised when he growled softly. His masculine sounds of approval encouraged me to go even further.

My hands grew shaky as I slowly trailed them down his gorgeous body. He shivered at my soft curious touches and flexed his hands on my behind. I gasped and arched into him, my head falling back as my eyes closed. He trailed his lips against the front of my throat, his big strong hands pinning me, holding my body to his. I moaned softly at the soft caress of his lips upon me as he ground his erection against my belly. Hunger for him rose full fledge within me and the sensual woman surfaced finally.

I straightened and grasped the towel that was wrapped around his waist while looking up into his eyes. His hands released me and started for the towel around me when I shook my head. He paused as I smirked then pulled his towel free, releasing it as it pooled around his feet. I then looked down at his hard penis and licked my lips unconsciously. His emerald green gaze followed my tongue and he shivered, clearly imagining how it would feel against his skin.

"Remove your towel now." He said huskily.

He didn't miss a thing, did he? Smirk in place, I grasped the towel around me and slowly peeled it from my body. As I dropped it to the carpet, I smiled when I heard his sharp intake of breath. I guess he really does like what he sees. Good because I like what I see as well. No sooner did I blink when I felt the cool tile against my bare back and the streaming hot water cascading over my left arm and leg. Mark stood before me, his chest rising and falling with each harsh breath he took. His breath smelled so sweet as it brushed against my cheeks.

His eyes were as black as night as they swirled as we looked at each other.

He trembled, visibly trying to control himself. Then with an anguished groan, he pushed himself against me; his hard chest to my soft one and his rigid penis against my soft belly. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as I gasped from the contact. Electric shocks sizzled within my veins as my mind swirled only around him. His scent, his heat, and his body. His hands rested against the cool tile of the wall behind me.

I couldn't function clearly with his hard muscles against and around me. My hands flew up to his back as I felt the muscles quiver. I loved this interaction completely. I craved it now, knowing I'd never be able to get enough of it or him. I haven't touched or been touched ever so it seemed so alien to crave this but then again, it felt so right. Either way, it was rather exquisite.

He rubbed his hard penis against my belly and growled, the feeling was utterly amazing. Moisture seeped onto me as the path of his shaft grew slick. I shivered and leaned forward, kissing his chest softly. He shivered as well and groaned softly as I licked and kissed my way about his chest. He gasped as I tongued his nipple then I sucked it.

"Ah!" He shouted as a jolt of pleasure shot through him.

"Oh Angie darlin', you amaze me." He groaned as I continued to pleasure him.

I grinned against his nipple then lowered my right hand to his penis. He shot upright when my fingers encircled his girth. He was a big one, my fingertips just touching each other. He stared wide eyed down at my hand as I slowly inched it up then back down. It felt like I was the most powerful woman in the world, no in the entire universe as I stroked him slowly.

His exquisite eyes grew hooded as I masturbated him. I really loved this as well, I quickly realized. I haven't ever done this before, but I knew I loved it. I moaned at how hard and hot he was as well as how smooth his penis was in my greedy grip. I looked down as my thumb gently rubbed the moisture upon the crown of his shaft, back and forth. More moisture beaded forth as I caressed it. I rubbed that moisture about the head as my mouth watered. I wanted, no needed, to taste this man soon.

His big hands fisted at his sides as I returned to masturbating him. It felt damn good to have his female's hands upon him. Her soft touch was heavenly. He moaned as I bent and gently cupped his heavy testicles with my other hand as I continued to stroke him. I read and wrote of this so many times, but I never did the deed. Well, now I am doing it. I grinned as he widened his stance as I gently fondled his testicles while my other hand stroked him. 'How does she know to do this?' He thought as he looked down at my hand pumping his shaft with wide eyes.

"I said I was a virgin, but I never said I didn't know how to please, Mark." I smirked, looking up into his eyes as he looked down into mine.

He shook now, wanting to touch her chest but restrained himself. Why was he doing this? With how much lust raged within him, he didn't want to scare her. He stared at her lips and wondered how they would feel against his aching penis. My eyes widened, and my hand stilled, a smile spreading across my lips. His eyes flew up to mine as I slowly pulled my hands from him.

"So that's what you want, Sire?" I purred softly.

His eyes widened as he swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing. 'She would do that? Oh yes, I want! Dear Ancients, I want that!' He thought to himself.

I smiled then. I felt like an excited little girl. I was excited, too excited but he would find that out soon enough.

"Then it's settled. Anything for my Vampire." I said softly.

I then pressed hungry kisses upon his sculpted chest and torso as I slowly knelt before him. I trailed my tongue over the tattoo on his torso and moaned softly, making him groan in return. His eyes widened as his penis pulsed with anticipation. Throughout his long lifetime, he never experienced this before. This was a dream come true. He'd never had his penis sucked as it would finally happen! He couldn't help the excitement he felt for this long awaited moment. She was going to give him head! She was a dream come true, his dream come true. Wait, has she ever done this before? He wondered if she would be good at it.

When upon my knees with the streaming water cascading over my long hair, I smiled then sifted my fingers though the thin line of auburn red hair beneath his navel. He groaned and placed his big hands upon my shoulders and looked down at me. I was wetter than the day was long, but I wouldn't let him know that. But could he smell my arousal? Could he scent how wet I was for him?

"Yes love, I can scent your arousal…" He growled as he stared down at me.

"And it's fucking intoxicating…" He growled through clenched teeth.

Dear Ancients, he could scent it! But what would he do? I shivered then looked down at his beautiful penis. It looked so enticing and I knew then that I wouldn't be able to keep my hands or mouth for that matter, off of him from this moment on. I surrendered to his whims this eve.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft then looked up at him as I caressed the side of my face against it. He gasped as a shock bolted deliciously through him and closed his eyes briefly. No one ever cherished him the way she was. No one ever caressed their faces against him and looked up at him so lovingly before. He was exceedingly glad that he finally had her for his own after all of this time.

He opened his eyes and looked back down as I licked beneath his shaft; from the base to the crown. He groaned as more moisture beaded forth. I moaned and closed my eyes. His skin was so hot here whereas the rest of his body was warm. Should I be doing this? I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked like a tormented Fallen Angel, with the muscles within his arms straining as the tendons in his neck strained as well.

He was gorgeous as I gazed up at him. How could I have found someone like him? How was I so fortunate? It wasn't just his physique I was amazed with but also how he treated me and cared for me so. I had yearned to find a man who would love me for who I was, no matter my flaws. Yeah, I am a thick but curvy woman who some guys would stare whereas most wouldn't give the time of day to.

Now I'm free of that torment.

I grasped the base of his penis once again and looked up into his black gaze as my tongue darted out, dabbing the moist crown. He seemed to forget how to breathe as he watched his woman lick the moisture from his penis. He stared wide eyed down at me as his body helplessly gave forth more moisture. He tasted of mint of which I have never sampled, and I loved it.

I never gave much thought on swallowing, but I somehow knew Mark's seed would probably smell and taste like nothing I'd ever imagined before.

I inched my wet hot mouth around the crown and moaned. He groaned, feeling me moan. He shook as he placed a big hand behind my head, cradling it. His hands shook with the effort to keep in control, but it was wearing thin. He needed it to be fast. He groaned and wrapped his free hand around his thick shaft then proceeded to stroke himself fast. I watched how fast he was going and knew that he needed to come fast.

I removed his hand and replaced it with my own. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths as he watched me pleasure him. I couldn't fit my mouth all the way down his shaft, so I did what I could. I pushed my mouth as far as I could then proceeded to fuck him with my wet fist and mouth simultaneously.

"Ah, good girl!" He yelled as I pumped him fast.

Oh, I loved this! I loved the intimacy as I loved the act itself. I loved it all too much.

He looked down at me, at my hollowed cheeks and moaned loudly. It was the most erotic scene that he'd ever witnessed. It felt so good and it felt so right. Her hot little mouth encircling his aching penis, pumping and sucking him so eagerly. He put his hand atop my head, embedding his agile fingers within my hair and tugging with just the right amount of pressure. He placed his other hand flat against the tile wall and leaned forward as I sucked harder.

He moaned constantly as I pleasured him. More moisture pooled between my legs as my nipples remained hard. On the outside, I was an innocent looking woman but on the inside, I was a sensual woman who needed to do things like this. I found this erotic rather than disgusting. With Mark, my true love, I was willing to swallow when I had thought distastefully of it before.

"Dear Ancients, Angie. You keep this up and I'm going to come upon that wicked tongue of yours." He said breathlessly.

So I quickened my actions. He grew harder in a rush and threw his head back, giving a sharp yell as I sucked and fisted him mercilessly. I could taste a saltiness and knew he was close. I used my other hand to fondle his testicles when they tightened and the hand within my hair tightened to the point of pain, but I didn't give a damn. I loved this man and I wanted to please him in every way possible.

He gave another sharp yell as he came, jets upon jets of hot seed flowed down my throat. Rather than grimacing, I swallowed eagerly, and I was right. I found that I liked doing this all the way. I was rather proud of myself for such a success. I kept sucking until he began to quiver. I pulled my hands and mouth from him and stood. His head had fallen forward and he still quivered. Wow, I was pretty good then, wasn't I?

His face was inches from mine as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He opened his eyes and looked into mine as we stood there, staring at each other for many moments. I could still see the lustful ravenous glint in those smoldering black orbs of his and my body was helpless not to want more. He reached for the faucets and switched them off then growled low as he slowly looked back at me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was upon my back in bed with Mark on top of me…

Space

I grew wide eyed as he growled then leaned down to plant a searing kiss upon my lips. I twined my fingers in his hair and met his tongue with my own fiery need. He growled his approval. I smiled when he groaned and pulled away, his black eyes fixated upon my breasts. This man truly loves me, and he truly wants me. Well, I wasn't about to disappoint him.

I reached up and grabbed his hair then yanked him down for another kiss. He groaned and shuddered from utter pleasure at my hold upon him. I tentatively scraped my tongue against his fang then the other. He growled as we shared what's known as a blood kiss; a kiss shared by eternal mates of the Vampire. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

He growled then pried my hold from his hair and pulled away, kneeling between my open legs. His eyes grew wide as he rubbed a hand over his slackened jaw. I was self-conscious about my body, but he gave me the confidence in the way he acted or in what he said. I sat up and placed my trembling hands upon his shoulders and leaned in close, close enough for my sensitive nipples to caress his smooth chest. I gasped softly as he groaned with such contact. I kissed along his jaw, his neck, then on up to his ear.

I noticed I wasn't the only one trembling. His hands were upon the mattress, trembling though he fisted them.

Good. I wasn't the only nervous and excited one then.

"Make love to me, Mark. Your woman needs you." I moaned softly in his ear.

He gave an anguished groan as his penis pulsed harder. I looked down at it and smiled again. He yearned so long to hear his female utter those words. By the Ancients, he was excited as well as nervous. He was going to give her the best first time that they both would remember for all eternity.

He pushed me back down upon the mattress as his hands cupped my breasts; he gave a harsh groan. I gasped as his thumbs quickly found my tight sensitive nipples and gently rubbed them back and forth. Oh Ancients, yes! I've so longed for this and now it's happening for real! I trembled when he lightly pinched both, sending delicious shocks of pleasure through my body. My sex grew wetter and hotter for him and only him. I wanted to rub myself against him, but he hand my body pinned to the mattress.

"You are so beautiful, darlin'."

I looked at him then. He had a lovelorn look on his face that made my heart melt. I smiled up at him, finally happy with my life. I was happy with my successful career, but this was different. I was happy to finally be with someone who loved and trusted me. I loved and trusted him as well.

He moved to my side and lay down next to me with his head propped up by his hand. My mouth ran dry upon seeing his magnificent body. The muscles in his torso rippled with each breath he took. His biceps were just amazing. My gaze then lowered to the thick rod that pointed demandingly at me. My eyes widened as my mouth watered for it again. It pulsed before my eyes, a bit of seed escaping upon the bulbous crown.

"By the Ancients I can feel your gaze on it, woman." He groaned, closing his eyes briefly.

He opened his eyes then looked at me as a crooked smirk played upon his lips. My now black gaze lowered to his lips and he leaned forward, pressing them to mine. I moaned at the passion he brought forth as his tongue petted my desire. I moaned again softly, earning a growl in return.

He then broke the kiss and immediately kissed my jaw. I shivered and turned my head to give him more to kiss when I felt his rock hard penis prodding my thigh. I gasped, wondering if this man would ever be sated.

'You make me crazy, Angie.' He said telepathically to me.

I smiled.

'As you do me, Sire.'

He smirked against my neck then licked the base of my throat to my chin. I shivered again. He moaned and descended slowly, kissing his way down my chest. He lifted his head to look at me as he continued his slow journey. I lifted my head and looked down at him as his lips closed over my left nipple. I gasped and leaned my head back into the pillow as his lips and tongue manipulated my nipple.

"Ah Ancients, Mark!" I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy.

He groaned and ground his erection against the soft mattress, in search of releasing the pent up pressure that continued to build within his penis. He needed to be buried deep within her heat, her wetness guiding him in and her tight core gripping his shaft like a greedy glove. He shuddered as his penis grew harder in a rush. He then loomed over me now, his hands planted flat upon the mattress by my shoulders. He quickly released my left nipple and moved to the other, giving it the same treatment. But there was a bonus with this one.

My hands fisted his long hair as his skillful tongue and lips manipulated me into shivers. I was wetter than I've ever been in my lifetime. I loved this and it looked and felt like he loved it as well. I could feel his hands fisting the sheets by my shoulders and I grew more excited. I tugged his hair and he gave a growl. I didn't know if it was of approval, but he didn't stop his wet hot fondle of my nipple.

"Mark!" I cried out as he pierced my nipple with his fang.

My back arched in pleasure as he groaned and lapped at the blood that had begun to bead. My grip on his hair tightened as I cradled his head to my shaking body. He moaned as I cried out again from all the sensations that bombarded my senses. He then gently pried my hands from his hair and looked down into my eyes. Mine widened upon seeing his eyes; black flooded into the whites of his eyes from my blood, no doubt. He then bent back down and slowly kissed down my belly, all the while his crazed sensual gaze beheld mine.

Now he was going to reciprocate? My eyes grew wide then. Oh, that was fucking hot, really fucking hot! But wait a second. No one had ever seen me down there! Yeah, perfect time to become embarrassed, girlie! He was already there, kissing my thighs as my heart thundered away in my chest. Maybe it was a little late for me to be embarrassed but it was not too late for modesty. Or was it?

"Mark, no." I said and tried to move away when I felt his hot breath on my lower belly.

He growled and flitted to the edge of the bed then snagged my ankles, snatching me down to the edge as well. I gasped and tried to scramble away but he just snatched me back down again. Upon his knees on the carpeted floor, he spread my legs wide and kept them open by planting his big hands upon my open thighs.

Flushing scarlet, I turned my head to the side as he could only gape at my nakedness.

"Don't deny me what's mine, Angie." He growled, his deep voice gravellier than before.

Because of his desire for me? For sex? I wouldn't doubt it, but it sounded so hot. I just couldn't help myself. He then groaned, pulling a hand from me. I leaned up on my elbows to see that muscled arm of his working his penis. My eyes grew wide as he then bent, caressing his goatee covered chin and cheek against my inner thigh.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And you're mine." He rasped, closing his eyes as if he was savoring this moment.

Was he? And with how much he was trying to not scare or hurt me, my heart melted even more for him. By the Ancients, I loved this man.

"Yes Mark, I'm all yours." I purred softly.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, a mischievous glint within them and I found myself wanting to explore that mischievous side of him. He slowly smirked, baring those sharp fangs. More moisture pooled between my legs as my eyes grew rapt on them. Then without warning, his searing mouth was upon my sex as his tongue snaked over my throbbing clitoris.

I fell back against the mattress and gave a strangled cry, his mouth upon me feeling so good. How could this feel so good? How could it not? Dear Ancients, I never knew of such pleasure like this in my entire life! Trembling, I grasped his hair and moaned more as all of these new sensations bombarded my mind and body. Again, I had only written of actions such as this one but never experienced it. Well now I have and by the Ancients, it was amazing.

"Mark!" I cried out as his skillful tongue manipulated me into a sensation of shivers.

He groaned in satisfaction and lapped at my sex more insistently than ever before. I grew wetter in a rush and cried out as I came…

Space

He fit his lips over her stiff little nub and groaned as her back arched. He then felt why her back arched. She cried out as she came, her orgasm so hot and wet against his lips and tongue. It continued on and on as his tongue continued on and on. He just kept lapping at her, growling in satisfaction. He had wrought this from his female! He did! And it felt so fucking good!

Shivering, I pushed his head from me. I've never had an orgasm that continued on and on like that before. First time for everything, I guess. But it was amazing! I lay there breathless, unable to move and not wanting to move because it felt so nice to just lay there. It felt so nice to feel the aftereffects of such a lovely feeling.

I felt boneless, completely at ease.

He then stood slowly, towering over me as I looked up at him. My towering black eyed Vampire. His shaft still stood proudly erect, a heavy rod that pointed at me and demanded its due. By the Ancients, this man was exquisite. His slightly pale skin was beautiful; full of hard muscle that I wanted to trail mu tongue over. His auburn red brows were furrowed over black eyes that beheld desire and determination. And Ancients help me, but my body and soul responded to him so easily. I have never felt like I did now; like a sexually ravenous wanton woman!

I knew that I would always be this way with Mark and I liked it.

He then flitted atop of me, his hips wedged between my legs and he growled. I grasped his biceps as he looked down at me with crazed black eyes. Unable to help it, I felt a small prickle of fear. I knew that he wouldn't hurt me but with him being crazed, he may hurt me unintentionally. But I was immortal, possessing the ability to heal quickly. But everything would be all right, wouldn't it? I loved this man dearly so then everything would be all right.

He growled again then bent his head to my chest, laving at my beaded nipples one at a time. I moaned and thread my fingers in his soft hair, tugging gently when his fangs would graze my nipples. I gasped aloud as he continued to lavish my nipples when he lowered his hand between my legs. As his manly finger grazed my sex, I cried out in ecstasy. He quickly smothered my cries of passion with a smoldering kiss. As his tongue thrust into my welcoming mouth, he pushed his finger into my sex. And by the Ancients, it felt good.

"Mark!" I gasped against his lips as a second finger joined the fun.

I grew wetter in a rush, earning a growl of approval from my Vampire. His fingers inched all the way into me, up to the knuckles, preparing my sex as his thumb rubbed my clitoris in slow agonizing circles. Oh, I've never felt this before. All those years I never penetrated myself and all those years I was missing this! But I knew I did right, waiting for my one true love all those centuries. There was no question about it.

I quivered as I began to feel an amazing sensation wash over me: an orgasm. Heavens, I loved them. They felt so damn good, if done right and all. But at that precise moment, he extracted his fingers from me. I groaned and undulated my hips, wanting to orgasm and to feel that amazing feeling all the way through. I looked up at him as he smirked then drew those fingers into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and groaned as his penis pulsed against my inner thigh. I gasped, growing even more aroused than I already was. All of that just from him sucking me off of his fingers. Ah Ancients.

"Ah, now my woman tastes so good." He said deeply with that smirk playing upon his lips.

I gasped again, my wet nipples beading even tighter. I knew I needed this man inside of me before I went insane!

"Mark, please…" I begged.

His mien grew determined once again as he eased onto his knees and looked down at me. 'Such a gorgeous sight.' He thought with a groan. He looked at my sex only to find it glistening for him; glistening with the need to be filled by him and that notion couldn't have excited him more. He fisted his length and leaned forth, bracing a hand upon the mattress beside my shoulder as his other placed his rock hard penis at the entrance of my sex.

At that split second, all amusement within his eyes vanished. With his penis at my entrance, he placed his other hand flat upon the mattress beside my other shoulder. I grabbed his biceps as his handsome features grew dark and his black eyes sparkled with lust. He licked his lips as my eyes grew wide and he spoke.

"You're going to enjoy this, darlin'. I know I will."

He then embedded himself within me with one swift thrust.

"Mark!" I screamed painfully.

Pain grew in my groin as I slowly adjusted to his big length. With sweat upon his brow, he bent and kissed the tears away as they fell from my eyes. With great control, he remained still as my body slowly welcomed him. He was buried to the hilt within her and nothing felt better. He was happy, happy enough to holler at the ceiling in joy. But with both of our needs to orgasm present, they were more important now. He would holler later.

He looked down at me, into my eyes as my nails dug into his biceps. He didn't seem to notice as for he was inside his woman. His woman, and by the Ancients if he couldn't see the happiness in his life now.

He looked into my eyes, as if in asking approval to move. I nodded slowly. He smirked as a bead of sweat trailed down his throat and fell onto my chest as he held himself up by his hands. I arched my back, helpless but to want more. He then stirred his hips between my legs and I gasped, pleasure overriding any pain.

He leaned down upon his elbows, caging me in. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. He then lowered his head to my ear and growled softly.

"So you're feelin' me, love? Good, then I won't stop…"

I gasped and grabbed his hair, my grip tight. He growled as he started thrusting into me slowly. It felt so good to finally give myself to my love. I knew he loved me just as much as I loved him.

Soon he found a working rhythm that had the both of us moaning for more. He continuously kissed me passionately and deeply. I moaned in utter pleasure as his shaft completed me in every way. His big hands fisted in the sheets as he pumped fluently into me.

"Oh baby, you're so tight." He groaned through grit teeth.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his powerful thrusts. He grunted as his movements became urgent. His pace quickened as I moaned loudly for more.

"Oh there! Right there!" I cried as he pounded into me.

His fangs ached sharply as I grasped his strong shoulders and screamed when my orgasm ripped through my body in spasms. He groaned and bent his head to the side of my neck and sank his fangs home. I trembled hard and squeezed my eyes shut as he kept pounding into me, trying to find his own release.

With his fangs and shaft embedded deep inside of me, I cried out as my body tensed from the onslaught of another orgasm. Her tight sheath milked his swollen penis until he reared his head back and roared, ejaculating into me. His hot seed shot deep into me as it was so hot, I could've sworn I felt it. He buried his face in the crook of my neck as his thrusts slowly came to an end. Breathless, he licked the bitemark on my neck as I also lay there breathless and panting as our hearts pounded in unison.

We lay there breathless until he rolled off of me and onto his back beside me. I winced at the sudden emptiness between my legs. He then pulled me close, wrapping his big arms around me. I laid my head and hand upon his chest and overlapped my leg over his. He smiled at that, feeling nothing but happiness.

"I love you, beautiful." He whispered.

"I love you, too." I whispered back then fell into a peaceful sleep…