For a week after i was sensitized to every touch, every breeze, that passed my skin. Days were full of want. Nights became even more unbearable. I was in a heaven that held the taint of hell and burned just as hot as it's fires.
I couldn't remember why i'd ever feared this man, this creature, this vampire. He was relentless, and as possessive as he was dominating. Yet he was the most considerate of lovers. He pushed me to the edge time and again, reaching the very precipice of insanity, yet always knew when my body could handle no more.
The bite had been the only time he'd crossed that finest of lines. Brought me to where pain was pleasure and pleasure, pain. Where there was no up or down, no in or out, no sense of time or identity. Where everything was too much, too much. I could recall it amost as if it was still happening. It was all too much.
And i couldn't wait to do it again...