With Angie still gone, Mark decided to go to his library and he planned on doing that. When he got there, he looked at the hundred of arrays of books occupying the various shelves from floor to ceiling. He'd read them all throughout his long lifetime; they kept him sane along with his good friend, Glenn. The genres varied from beautiful romances to gripping thrillers, he'd read them all.

Sighing, he glanced out of the window and observed the snow falling to the ground. It was rather lovely, to say the least. He then wondered of Angie liked the snow. It would compliment her with her paleness and beautiful turquoise eyes.

He placed a hand against the cold glass and closed his eyes. He thought back to when they had made love, she was so beautiful. Her beautiful hair silhouetted her lush body. Oh, that body… He knew that he could never get enough of her. She was so sensual from the way she kissed him to the way she caressed him. It was like he was the most cherished and treasured person in her life and he loved it.

And he felt it was true. She was his everything, his salvation. And he cherished and treasured her for as long as both shall live.

No matter how wicked her tongue and touch was.

And once again, he grew hard. It was a wonderful feeling but now he was in need of her. He opened his eyes and removed his hand from the glass. He hoped Angie was back in their room as he flitted away, the handprint slowly disappearing from the ice cold glass…

Space

"I wonder if Mark and Angelica will consider me their child's godfather." Glenn said when they returned home.

"I hope they do, love. I still cannot believe Angel is going to be a mother. I still cannot believe I am going to be an Aunt and maybe a godmother." She said with a shake of her head.

He nodded and smiled. Wow, this was truly awesome. He would spoil that child, no doubt. No matter what Mark or Angelica both said.

But would he and Jay have a child as well? Would it be a little girl? Heavens, how he wanted a child. He could see it now; his beautiful bride by his side, holding their wee baby girl. He always wanted a girl because boys seemed so unmanageable. He remembered how he was as a kid, how he gave them premature gray hair. Sure, any child may do that to their parents, but he was dead set on having a little girl. He just hoped that when the time came, the Ancients would bless them with one.

He was proud of his parents raising him to be the fine man he was today. They'd be so proud of him.

They would forever be in his heart.

"Glenn, are you all right?" Jay asked worriedly, standing before him now.

He blinked and looked down at her now. How long was he daydreaming? He frowned then shook his head.

"Yes, love. I'm okay." He said with a small smile.

"Okay," She said hesitantly then lifted a hand and placed it upon his cheek.

He closed his eyes and bent his head in her hand. She smiled softly, feeling close to him. He opened his eyes and eased forth, grasping her waist in his big hands. Her hands found themselves on his chest next. She frowned as he flexed his fingers upon her waist. What would he expect from me?

"I don't expect anything, beautiful." He said softly, looking down into her eyes.

She looked up at him with those pale blue eyes that could be sensual if she only knew of the word. His penis pulsed inside his slacks, pulsed for her. He wanted to do something with her, but he didn't want to scare her. Would she scare easily if he guided her hands on his shaft? Or maybe her mouth?

His penis shot ramrod straight with that thought. Could he try something like that with her now? He knew of her feelings of marriage and sleeping together; marriage was first then sex would come later. But this wasn't sex where he'd penetrate her, and he couldn't wait to do so. No, this would just be oral sex and a handjob basically. He knew all he had to do was ask if she would be willing to try such but what if she refused? What would he do then?

Wank off in the shower probably.

She could see the wheels of his mind turning. Just what was he thinking of? Could she maybe probe his mind? Would he mind that, or would he be angered by that? But she wanted to know what he was thinking of. So she silently probed his mind. She saw herself upon her knees before him with her hands upon his shaft and her mouth pumping him. She gasped, pulling the probe from his mind.

How could he think of such a thing?

"Because I'm a man, Jay, and my cock's hard for you."

She gasped again but not by his bluntness, though it was something but by his honesty. I make him hard? But how?

"By those lips, your scent. Everything about you makes me hard."

Her eyes widened as she could not believe her ears.

"I- I do?"

"Yes, love. Will you try what you saw? I won't pressure you if you don't want to."

She nibbled her bottom lip then looked away. She could not do this, could she? Would she break the rules she set forth? She looked back up into his eyes and felt deep down in her soul that she would break the rules for him always…

Space

She could not believe she was actually considering this! She, Jay the Angel, who created the rule of no fornication until marriage, was considering this! Could she break that rule, though? He would be her husband soon, but she did not even know how to do something like this! But what if this led to sex? She just would not let it get that far.

Or she just would not do it.

With a sigh, she removed her hands from his chest and grasped his, removing them from her waist. He frowned as his eyebrows furrowed. She wouldn't do this, would she? Was it couldn't or wouldn't?

"I just cannot do this now, Glenn." She said sadly then turned and walked to the window.

"Why not? Because of your rule?" He asked heatedly, his temper slowly rising.

"The rule of which I promised myself I would not give myself to a man or do anything sexual until marriage." She said softly.

His frown deepened.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

She closed her eyes and placed her hand upon the warm glass of the window. How can he read me so easily? Truth be told, deep down she was scared. She was scared of the unknown and she did not know if an act like that would lead to something, so she backed down. She refused to do something if she did not know the outcome of it.

So she would not lie to him. She could not lie to him, now could she?

"Yes I am scared, Glenn. I am scared of what the outcome of that thing you want me to do is and where that will lead. I made myself a promise and I- well I do not intend to break it now. Please understand, Glenn."

He couldn't believe this. Her promise was more important to her than their love? He understood her fear and sighed. Maybe it was better this way. He had no choice but to wait as well. He wouldn't force her to do something she didn't want to do but this could only go on for so long.

He growled. "Fine, woman. I won't touch you or do anything you don't want me to. But know this, the full moon will be soon and when it's here, you're mine and we both know it."

She gasped and grew wide eyes as he stalked to the shower to handle what she wouldn't…

Space

I stood in the shower and ran the soapy washcloth over my stomach, imagining it bulging and heavy with our child. That made me happy that a little life was growing inside of me. What a great treasure this was! I recalled how amazed Mark was when I told him. His happiness about finally having a little one. Now my life had a meaning. My life always had meaning but this was much different than my flourishing writing career; something of which I needed to get back to. The urge to write burned within my veins constantly. I needed to do something about that soon.

I rinsed myself off then started to wash my hair. The shampoo I was stuck on since I was young was Nature's Perfect Vanilla Mint. It smelled so good. I squirted some of the nice-smelling shampoo into my hair then massaged my scalp after placing the bottle back down upon the shower bench. It had such a beautiful scent to it. I loved Vanilla anyway and the scent was so alluring. Call it an addiction but I loved it.

Mark smelled the vanilla as soon as he flitted into the bedroom. His penis hardened even more so he quickly shed his clothing and flitted into the steamy bathroom. After admiring her silhouette, he flitted into the shower with her. Her back was to him as she washed her long black hair.

She smelled so divine. His penis strained toward her naked behind and he couldn't help but to imagine taking her from behind, gripping her waist in a death grip while plunging into her tight hot moist sheathe. He trembled as his shaft dripped with need. His fangs sharpened when she maneuvered her hair, revealing that smooth silky neck. He'd never tire of taking her or drinking her blood ever.

I backed out of the streaming water long enough to wipe my eyes free of the water when I felt a pair of strong hands cupping my breasts from behind. I gasped as Mark pulled me flush against his hard chest, his hard penis prodding my lower back. I'd never tire of Mark and his glorious body.

I moaned as he pinched my nipples and leaned my head back against his hard chest. I grasped his big hands in mine and held them close as he fondled me. Did every royal do this? Were they as intimate as Mark and I are? I didn't know why I would think of that at such a moment but the wealthy people I did see in my lifetime would be so prim and proper in the way they did things.

I can be formal but not when it came to sex.

Suddenly he removed his hands from my breasts and placed one flat on my back as the other grabbed my waist. He pushed me down, bending me down so that my sex would be right there where his penis seeked. My eyes grew wide as I placed my hands upon the warm tile wall and looked over my shoulder at him.

His black eyes swirled as he looked down at me. He flashed his fangs and I whimpered, my sex growing wetter. He removed a hand from my waist and spread my legs then gripped his shaft, running the slick head up and down the wet folds of my sex. I moaned and looked back to the wall before me where I dug my hard nails. So he was going to fuck me from behind, huh? I couldn't help but to moan excitedly for this. I never experienced this before. I've only written of such but now, I couldn't wait for this to happen!

He moaned at the position of which she was in and couldn't wait until he was inside of her. When he ran the head up and down her wet folds, she was hot and slick; awaiting his touch. He grabbed my waist once more with both hands then quickly thrust into me. I let out a short cry as I felt him deep inside of me. I never knew it could feel so deep before, but I wasn't complaining.

He grabbed my leg and propped it up against the bench then grabbed my waist again, beginning to thrust into me. It felt so good to have him inside of me again and I shivered, I braced my hands firmly against the wall before me, taking his thrusts as they came. I wouldn't have this any other way as I wouldn't be able to get enough of this ever. It felt that damn good.

I leaned my head back as his thrusts grew harder and faster. I moaned aloud as he ravished me from behind, his growls I found all the more erotic. With how much I loved this, I hoped that I wouldn't become a Nymph. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold, though?

He was pounding into me now, the sounds of flesh smacking together droned out any other sounds except my cries and his deep growls. He then released a hand from my waist and wound my long hair in his fist. He pulled with just the right amount of pressure as the pain level was minimal compared to his claws of his other hand, digging into my waist. Blood was drawn, and he smelled it. His black gaze snapped to her bare neck and he felt helpless not to bite her.

He wound his arm around my front, gripping one of my breasts and plunged his fangs into my neck.

"Mark!" I screamed as my orgasm ripped through my body.

He snarled against my neck as my body spasmed beneath his as he continued to piston into me, trying to find his own release. Unable to stop my body from preparing for another Earth-shattering orgasm, I trembled as I once again rode that pleasurable roller coaster up the short hill and screamed again as a wave of pleasure tinged my every nerve for a second time.

Mark suddenly tensed, and he pulled his fangs from me, throwing his head back and bellowed to the ceiling by how right this all felt. He had found her and now, she was carrying his babe; a beginning to a family he'd always yearned for…