Yup, the same day I update Falling Stars, I update this as well. I'm just that nice, especially with this chapter ;)

Chapter 7 Desires

Unfortunately for me, I had underestimated the level of anger Camille still held for me. One moment she was putty in my hands: her soft lips on mine as I easily unwound her hair and let it fall around her and my hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to me. Then her claw like nails were digging into my chest as she practically threw me against the wall. Her eyes were dark as one hand snaked around my throat, holding me in place.

"A little harsh, don't you think? I asked; her eyes scowled at me, but they didn't lose that unmistakable glint of lust. I didn't try and move her hand from my throat, but I kept my hands on her hips. That way, if she tried to make a move I'd have a chance at restraining her.

"You're an abomination." Camille scowled at him. "You really think, that after every disaster you've brought upon my coven I actually want to sleep with you?" I waited for her to add on, thinking maybe that I had actually had her all wrong.

"I think you have a self-destructive streak going on about you." I answered her. She didn't respond, so I continued. "You let me into this coven knowing that I already had it out for you. I've given you dozens of chances to execute me, but you don't. I think you like the trouble I cause. It gives you some kind of thrill in life that revives you from the boredom of immortality. You say I'm an abomination but that's exactly what you want me to be, because it entertains you." I finished, my words were quiet, and my gaze never left hers.

Camille stared at me, a little dumb founded at my bluntness. As her lack of silence continued and her scowl slowly morphed into astonishment, I knew I was right. She continued to say nothing, her grip on my throat started to relax, her fangs started to retract, but I didn't let up my grip on her waist. I couldn't help but smirk at her as the realization that I wasn't as stupid as she liked to think dawned on her. Of course, that only made her sneer at me.

Gently, I lifted the hand that had been around my throat and grazed her soft fingers against my lips; she starred at me, wide eyed and furious. "Now, we can either continue or you can let me go back to your little get together and find the Nephilim girl so I can my make my sincerest apologies." I waited patiently for her answer, as the silence continues I couldn't only feel like smile grow. I had done the impossible: I had stunned Camille into silence. Lightly, I pushed Camille closer to me with my hand that was still around her waist, it was easy enough to make her comply. A small thought passed through my mind that this was not the Camille I wanted. Where was the woman who hated me? She was the one I was attracted to. I had her pressed up against me, not even bothering to ease the pressure of my arm against her, she still had the look of shock on her face, and her lips slightly parted her eyes wide and curious. "Now, what will it be?" I asked again, as I pressed my lips against hers, nothing teasing or forceful, but a real kiss, something that would hopefully make her snap out of whatever was holding her in this state.

And it did, much to my amusement. I felt her lips move against mine, slowly at first, but they quickly picked up the pace. She tried to pull her hand that was in mine away, but I wasn't going to give her another chance to strangle me. As my grasp on her tightened she bit my lower lip in retaliation, but I wasn't having any of that.

Quickly, I spun her around as it was now her turn to be forcefully pushed up against the wall, my body close enough to hers to cage her in. Grabbing her wrists and holding them above her with one hand, I tipped her chin up with the other, making sure she was looking me in the eye.

"I despise you," Her words were barely a whisper, but her eyes told a different story. I could see the anger and hate, yes, but there was more. No matter how much she denied it, she was infatuated with me, it was why she didn't try to struggle out of my grasp or push me away and it was why she kissed me. I wasn't expecting it, and she seemed pleased to catch me off guard. My surprise caused me to loosen my grip on her wrists, allowing her to free herself and wind her arms around my neck, her hands gripping my hair.

"Of course you do," I replied in between her kisses, keeping a tight restraint on her waist to keep her under control. Her hands slipped down to my shoulders, nails digging in like daggers as a response to my words. Then they continued lower, down to my abdomen where they pulled the weak fabric apart where the shirt buttoned and slid her cool fingers across my skin. Hastily, I grabbed a chunk of her hair and forced her face up to mine, breaking the kiss, I let her see the full extent of my hatred for her.

"Wh-" She started but the words died in her throat. Cautiously, I pressed myself against, her letting her feel my arousal before I answered what she couldn't ask.

Leaning in, so she could feel my breath against the shell of her ear I whispered, "I want you to know I will always hate you. There's nothing you can do to fix that. Everything that goes on between us will never change that." I let the words sink in, I could feel her shudder against me, but she didn't remove her hands, so carefully I bent down to her neck and pressed my lips against the sensitive skin. When I didn't get much of response, I pressed harder, then bit the skin covering her pulse, hard. I heard her suck in a breath and her hands dug into my chest, the pain was somehow exquisite, I couldn't help but continue biting and sucking at her neck, leaving dark purple marks behind.

I groaned as her nails clawed down my chest, no doubt leaving marks of their own. I could feel her pull at the fabric on my shirt, ripping the seams so the fabric fluttered to the ground. Then her hands moved towards my belt. I don't recall her moving it, but I remember her cupping my erection as she slipped her hand down my pants. I bit down hard enough for her to bleed as a result, which was something I had never done with another vampire during sex. There was something arousing about it, intoxicating even. But I couldn't have gotten more than a mouthful before she pulled my hair and brought my lips to hers, preventing me from drinking. Quickly, I grabbed the silky fabric of her dress and shredded it, leaving her exposed other than a revealing pair of black lace panties.

I smiled against her lips when she moaned as my hand grabbed her breast, shaping and molding it. I could smell her lust, and with that mixed with the blood threatened to send me over the edge and lose my control. Something, I'm sure she was aware of.

Slowly, I could feel her push her hands against me, trying to force me backwards towards one of the bed rooms; however, since I had other ideas preoccupied in my mind, I missed the single step between the entry way and the living room. Falling backwards I made sure to bring her down with me, non to gently either. As soon as I landed Camille set her hands against my shoulders and made sure I stayed beneath her as she kissed her way down my neck and chest. I complied for a little bit, but vampire or not, she was still weaker. I twisted her over so I was on top. I could see fear flash in her eyes for a second, but then it was replaced with determination.

I laughed softly, "Controlling even in the bedroom," I said, my eyes roaming her nearly naked body, not really caring if she replied or not. She was better than I'd imagined she'd be, full and lean curves that just begged to be marked with my fangs. My eyes flashed up to hers, then down slightly to her lips. Oh what I would do to have them wrapped around me. I held back a groan at the thought. Unlike any of my past partners, I wanted to prolong this as long as I could, I wanted to make Camille suffer with want, I wanted to hear her beg for it, for me.

"Were not in a bed room," she said through clenched teeth as she tried bucked her hips in an attempt to get back on top.

"You'll need more than determination," I warned as I placed my knees on her upper thighs, pinning her in place, "if you really want control." I finished, sitting back on my heels and playing with the edge of her panties. Her eyes watched me, and when I didn't make a move to pull them off, she sat up on her elbows and glared at me.

"Are you sure you really want to wait?" She asked, her voice husky and inviting, I twisted the flimsy fabric tight around my index finger, but not tight enough to break it. I glanced at her again, no doubt she was eyes the bulge in my pants with a dire look of need. I watched silently as she pushed herself up on her hands so she was sitting up straight with her legs spread out before her, my knees still on her thighs, of course, in the position I didn't have the same amount of leverage I needed to control her.

"I want to hear you beg," The words slipped out of my mouth before I could comprehend them. With one hand, she pulled my face down to hers, soft, fleeting kisses against my lips. With the other, she mischievously slid her hand against my erection.

"Please, I want you," the words were barely audible. "Raphael, please." She whispered as she began to tear the fabric of my pants and boxers off at the same time. When she gripped her fingers around my sensitive flesh was probably about the time I lost control. I ripped the black lace at her, fully exposing her and pushed her back, her arms gripping my shoulders to bring me down with her.

My lips clashed with hers as I pushed myself inside her, not bothering to wait for her to adjust to mu size, her body lush around me. I could feel her moan into my mouth, her arms snaking around me, scratching and clawing at my skin as I moved leaving marks that I'm sure would take their sweet time healing. Removing my lips from hers I moved to her neck, the marks from earlier still there, I could feel my fangs lengthen, my body moving faster as dragged my lips across her sensitive skin in a quick kiss before biting down and hearing her scream.

The aftermath was a blur, the combined sated feeling of sex and blood was something new to my body. It left my mind weak and unfocused, but I could see the scars from Camille and those from me on her that were all the evidence I needed to remember everything that had happened.

I could feel Camille's body entangle itself around me, her eyes hazed over like mine probably were. I didn't let my mind go to the obvious. It was true, I still loathed her, and I would never truly be with her. But at least I had managed to sate one desire of mine that revolved around her.

There. How'd you like that for not updating for forever? Ha! Honestly, this was strange for me to write. I think I'm going to stick with "intimate" scenes from the female perspective in the future.

Also, I'm thinking of redoing the story so the memories are currently happening. Basically it won't be in all italics. However, I probably won't do that until the stories finished.