Chapter III: Temptation
Her eyes closed and her body melted deeper into the sheets beneath her. A deep breath was drawn at the feeling of Alucard's cold lips on her bare skin. His mouth nonetheless burned on her flesh causing her cheeks to flush slightly, which in turn brought her head to turn away from him. Her glacial eyes averting themselves from him altogether. Her lips though slightly parted from their thin line that usually showed her indifference however, spoke no words. Perspiration formed on her brow.
"Al..Alu..Alucard..." Sir Hellsing managed to utter. All other words though were claimed by a deafening silence which followed.
She could not speak. All she could do was lay there with his lips on her skin, tasting her blood much like they had all those years ago. He tore not into her flesh. Nor did he drink of her though her blood surely had begun to stain his lips. The wound in her leg stung. The softness of Alucard's kisses on her calve brought her infliction to burn. Though nothing likely could have burned more fiercely than her cheeks were she to have not been so determined to maintain her composure.
Though he spoke not a word, she could hear him speak to her again. The same question in which she came to ask herself sometimes when there was not but the silence and the very dead of night. "Have you ever thought of asking me to drink your blood? Have you ever thought of mixing your blood with mine?" Those words seemed to repeat themselves over and over within her mind as his lips affectionately lingered on her bare leg. "Mixing your blood with mine..." Though his lips could not move so she could hear them, the low and inviting tone in which those words had once been spoken to her was drawing her as it had before. It was maddening.
Alucard's lips hovered over the bare flesh of her leg. Her infliction still stung with a fury. Her own breathing was fairly shallow.
"Your orders master..." She heard him whisper then. A deafening silence lingered as no words came to escape Hellsing's mouth. It was not a common reaction for Integra. She felt the mouth of the male vampire venture very slightly upward. This in turn, brought her breath to draw short. Goosebumps formed along her exposed calve ever upward to her thigh. The vampire's mouth on her skin was stirring her. The sensation was not one she would have inwardly spoke of want for it to stop. Her lips parted, but again nothing escaped from them. This in turn, only brought a wry smirk to linger on Alucard's mouth. He had yet to cease still in his menstrations, for his hands as well as lips persisted to make a path up her leg. With veiled eyes she lay. Lips parted, but speachless.
A low chuckle protruded from Alucard's lips. "Do you want to drink my blood?" There was a slight air of mockery within his words.
However also too within them lingered that haunting tone of seduction. The invitation was one he had given before, and one she found he would extend to her time and time again. It was as if it were all a game to him. Then...perhaps it was. An endless game of which the two of them seemed to play.
Her mouth opened once more. Her lips trembling slightly in response even as the male vampire's cold, death like hands brought her pant leg to rise further revealing one of her fair porcelain thighs. Alucard's mouth not long after placed itself there, kissing the exposed skin as he had her calve. A fleeting moan finally emitted from her lips in answer.
"Damn...Damn you Alucard!" Integra whispered. To this he merely replied with a devious smile, that was handsome and as undeniable as sin.
"Damn me..." He mused. "Damn me to what, to hell?"