~*~Chapter Three~*~
"Please, don't. Not like this... not if you really care about me," she whispered, near tears.
"I'm tired of fighting it," said Roman. "It's what we both want. Just lay back and enjoy it." As he was speaking, he was lightly stroking her cheek. He caressed further down, over her shoulder and then down to her side. He was lightly cupping her breast in his hand.
She didn't want it; not like this. When she had imagined the possibility of more with Roman, it had been far more romantic. It hadn't been like this; a night in the mausoleum. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the feel of his hands on her body.
He molded her breast, lightly pinching the nipple. It rose up like a hard little pebble. Roman took it into his mouth, gently sucking. Her flesh tasted so sweet. He wanted her. He wanted to become one with her. As he sucked on her breast, he lay down on top of her, pressing his cock against her inner thigh.
She tried to push him away but was failing. She tried to escape, but could not move. She had only two choices - press herself against him or try to dissolve into the wall behind her. Neither choice was getting her anywhere, so she started to mentally panic.
*No...No...* she spoke to him in her mind, but of course he did not listen. He was determined. His touch was doing things to her that she did not want; she did not want to respond to him this way.
She was becoming wet. He could feel it. Her moisture grazed the tip of his cock as he moved against her. He wanted to slide inside her tight heat, but he waited. He wanted to drive her insane with desire first.
His tongue traced around both of her nipples, feeling them rise up and beg for more. She wanted it; she wanted HIM. There was no denying it. They belonged to each other.
He whispered her name as his kisses moved lower. He was kissing over her stomach as he got closer to his goal.
The feel of his lips on her sensitive flesh caused her to let out a gasp. Her body wasn't listening to her as she tried to mentally tell it to stop reacting to his touch. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs. She felt hot and wet, and it wasn't from Roman's tongue.
He caught scent of her arousal as his mouth moved lower. He kissed a trail down her sweet body as he sampled her virgin flesh. He opened her carefully with his fingers, exposing the pink inner shell of her femininity. She was glistening with her desire. He couldn't stop the animal inside of him as he drove his tongue deep inside. She immediately captured him with her tight, silken walls. He began to eat her like a succulent peach.
She tried to pull her body away from him, but it insisted on pushing toward his seeking mouth. Her hips lifted towards his naughty tongue. She had lost control of her body. It was taking on a mind of it's own.
He slid his tongue inside her over and over, tasting her. She was so wet as her juices fell upon his tongue. He withdrew the pink muscle from her tight slit and began to lick her hardened clit. He was teasing it with his relentless tongue.
Letha was keeping her mouth clamped shut to hold back the moans which threatened to escape. If she made a single sound of pleasure louder than a gasp, she knew that Roman would know how much she was enjoying his touch. She felt his tongue and instantly her clit was hardening with pleasure. A muffled moan was starting to escape her lips as her hips lifted towards his teasing tongue again. She was close to withering against the stone wall.
He sucked her clit into his mouth as she was moving against him. She wanted him! She was his! She'd always been his and tonight, he was going to take her completely. After tonight, there would be no going back. Letha would be his forever.
"Ohhhh my God!" she finally screamed when she couldn't take it anymore. "I want more. Please Roman." She couldn't keep quiet any longer. She needed to feel more. She needed... him. She needed to feel him inside her.
Hearing her words, Roman suddenly stopped. His lips were no longer wrapped around her clit. He pulled away, taking in the sight of her. Her legs were spread open and her sex was glistening. Her pussy was so pink and wet. She was ready for him. He wanted her to feel his desire, so he reached out for her hand. He wrapped her small fingers around the steel of his cock. He was throbbing relentlessly. He longed to push his way inside her and make her his forever. "Say you want me... Say the words," Roman insisted.
Her body was winning over her mind. Right now she did want this; she wanted Roman. "I want you," she said breathlessly. "PLEASE."
Roman smiled triumphantly as he heard those words fall from Letha's lips. She wanted him. It was time. She'd finally be his. "You're mine forever," he said as he covered her with his body. The tip of his cock was bathed in her honey as he began to push his way into her tight, virginal body.
She gasped in discomfort, feeling him push into her. She had bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. The pain of his entry was intense. Her body was resisting, but Roman was determined. After he was completely embedded in her core, he stared into her tear-filled eyes. "I love you," he said in a little whisper. "I've always loved you."
Letha found those words oddly calming in some weird way. The fact that they were coming from Roman, her protector, seemed to make her body want to relax as though it felt assured. Her gaze was locked to his. She could hardly deny her feelings for him; they had been there the whole time. "You really love me?" she whispered. She was still trembling slightly; mostly from the shock of losing her virginity. Her body seemed to have accepted his.
"Yes, I love you... so much," he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. He was trying to keep himself from pushing into her hard and fast. He didn't want to hurt her... not right now, too much anyway. As much as he wanted to restrain himself, the dragon in him was thirsting for her blood. He could smell it. He could almost tasteit. It made him wild and uncontrolled. He needed to complete this. He needed to cum deep inside her. He neededit.
He pulled back a fraction, staring into her bright, tear-filled blue eyes. They were glowing in the dancing candlelight. Despite his efforts to stop, Roman began to thrust. "Tell me you want it," he insisted. "Tell me you want ME."
"I want you Roman. I want it." Letha was begging now. Her body craved him like a drug. She arched her hips, wanting to take him deeper.
Roman knew he was triumphant. Letha was HIS! "Tell me you love me," he demanded in between thrusts. "Say it. Say you love me."
"I love you, Roman. I love you. Only you," she said. "Forever."
Hearing her say the words he had always wanted to hear, Roman didn't waste another second. He took her mouth in a steamy kiss as he started to thrust, fast and furious, completely taking her beautiful body. He let her feel both the pain and the ecstasy of their union. She had become his blood-spattered bride. It wouldn't take long. They were both spiraling toward the edge of their destiny.
Letha felt him thrusting and cried out with pleasure. She couldn't stop the tidal wave that was building up inside of her. It was taking her under. She felt like she was drowning in sweet desire.
Roman went wild, his thrusts almost savage as he commanded her to cum. "Cum for me!" he demanded. "Cum now." And she did. She came so hard she screamed. Her hot slick juices coated his cock. He was cumming, too, filling her up with his explosive seed.
When it was over, Roman was breathing heavily, his body still joined to Letha's. He could smell blood. It's scent aroused him. Very carefully, he withdrew from her tight depths.
Letha's eyes came open. They were like two sparkling jewels, glowing with radiant light. "I hurt you," he said when he touched her inner thigh, dipping his finger in the blood.
"Roman..." she whispered.
What was he doing? He was marking her... writing his name on the flesh of her stomach. Something about that action sparked fear in her heart. What was wrong with him?
"My blood-splattered bride," he said hoarsely.
He looked and sounded like he was going to cry. Something was definitely wrong with him. He acted so...
He stood up and reached for his clothes. He put his pants on quickly, almost mechanically. "Roman," she murmured. "Please let me go."
She didn't like the look in his eyes. Not at all. Something was wrong!
He had the straight razor in his hand, the one he had used to cut away her clothes. She didn't like the way he looked at it. Almost as if he...
"Roman, no!" she cried out, watching him fumble with the chains on the door. They fell to the ground.
"Don't do this. PLEASE," she begged. He wasn't listening.
"Ohhh God, please let me go..." she whimpered.
For just a moment, Roman seemed to regain his senses. He walked over, his movements unnatural. He set Letha free from the chains. Then he just stared at her, huge tears glistening in his eyes. They spilled over, falling down his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I never meant... I never meant to hurt you. Not you. I love you."
She sat up on the stone casket, her limbs protesting at the sudden movement. "No, Roman, you didn't... hurt me. I love you, too," she tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening. He was too absorbed in his own pain. His demons had overtaken him. It was too late. He stumbled out of the mausoleum and walked out into the moonlight. In the near darkness, he tripped upon a crumbling tombstone.
He had become the dragon, despite all his efforts to remain good. He was evil, just like his mother. He wanted to die. He wanted his blood to soak the earth. He had to protect Letha. It would be the last thing he would do... to save her. When she joined him outside, completely naked, she was too late. The sting of the blade tore through his arms, sliding deep and ravaging his flesh. Blood poured forth in hot ribbons, bathing the earth in a crimson stain.
"ROMAN!" she screamed as she ran to him. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him as he was bleeding. He was dying. His life was ebbing away. There was no sound except for Letha's soft sobbing.
*Why!?* she silently cried. He could not die. He COULD NOT.
And in the quiet stillness, he rose again. Completely alive, but changed. He was now a full-fledged upir.
He had fought his demons that night in July when they had gone to the amusement park. The warrior in him had defied Olivia's commands, but in the end, his mother had been victorious. Unable to fight the dark forces, Roman had been compelled to make Letha his which had ultimately lead to him taking his own life. In the end, he had become an upir. Now he hungered for blood. Being this close to Letha, taking in the delicious scent of her blood became too much for him. He pinned her down onto the tombstone as his newborn fangs sank into her flesh. He drank and drank, sipping of her sweetness almost savagely.
After he was sated, he pulled away, staring at her. "My mother got what she wanted after all. I am a dragon."
"No, you're my best friend. My protector. The man I love," she whispered. "I will always love you, Roman... and I accept you as you are."
"But I crave blood... and I crave you."
"I've seen your dark side... and I can live with it. I want to be yours... your blood-splattered bride."
"My mother did one thing right. She chose you."
"We chose each other."
He licked away the blood clinging to his lips. He reached for Letha's hand, helping her up off the tombstone. "Shall we go to the dance?" he asked.
"I'm naked," she said with a small giggle and a little grin.
"That you are. I say we have a little dance of our own..."
THE END