Shortly afterwards we left the Reception and headed back to the Hotel. He picked her up as she got out of the car and carried her into the private elevator. I could feel everything that he was feeling and I was impressed at the restraint he showed in not tearing her clothes off in the elevator! They were leaning back against the velvet cushioned wall, his arms around her, her hands in his hair, holding his head still as they kissed. He carried her into the suite and over to the bed and I felt certain that the dress, beautiful though it was, was about to end up in pieces on the thick carpet. But I was wrong. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her gently back between his knees and began to carefully unfasten the hooks and eyes down the back of the bodice. I could feel the tension in the air, so strong I was surprised that sparks didn't jump between them.

"William! What are you waiting for?"

"Relax will you…..I want to take my time with her…."

"Well I don't!"

"Who's in charge here?"

I relapsed into a sullen silence.

"Just take it easy Lily, you'll find that anticipation adds to the pleasure."

"Whose? Hers possibly – certainly not mine!"

"Then feel for hers! We have a blood bond remember, her pleasure is also mine and therefore yours….."

Of course! I had forgotten that. I took William's advice and relaxed, allowing myself to flow into his senses and immediately I discovered that he was right. I could sense her feelings. William had finished undoing the tiny hooks and she had stepped out of the dress and turned to face him. She was naked but for a pair of tiny black lace panties, a pair of stockings and black high heeled sandals laced up to the ankles with thin leather straps. I could feel the warm glow of anticipation coming off her like smoke. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He smiled at her and she stepped forward, unhesitatingly into his arms.

I concentrated on the emotions flowing through the bond and felt only love and trust and yes, anticipation. She knelt on the bed on top of him and kissed him and as his arms locked around her body I felt a comfortable peace flow over him. He was truly happy and I knew at that moment that he would never willingly give her up.

She smiled and stood up, putting her hands on his shoulders. "So what did you have in mind then?"

He leaned forward and gently kissed her throat, nuzzling at her hair.

"What's that scent?"

"Strawberries, she smells of strawberries!"

But now it was as though I was William, I could feel everything he felt in the same way, I was part of him. I could feel her smooth skin against mine, feel her hot breath on my cheek. He moved downwards laying a sensuous trail of kisses down her throat to her soft full breasts, his tongue curling gently around her nipple and sucking it into his mouth until I could feel the tips of his fangs scratch against her flesh. I expected her to pull away but she didn't. Instead she leaned forward and pushed her hands into his hair, encouraging him until he gently bit down into her breast.

Every time I tasted her blood was as good as the first. I had known from the very first taste that there was something very different about her but William had successfully kept this information from me. After a while I had worked out for myself what the taste was and he had, reluctantly, confirmed it for me. She was part faery. I had heard of them millennia ago when they had visited earth far more frequently although we knew little about them. They were the opposite of us, creatures of the light as we are creatures of the darkness but their blood! It was nectar...the taste was heavenly. Soon my children had begun to hunt these creature and, although they were very hard to catch, after hundreds of years they began to withdraw from this world. Few vampires these days had even heard of them, much less believed in them, although... I suddenly recalled Russell Edgington's reaction when Alex was introduced to him. He had taken her hand to kiss and then had sniffed at her. Had he recognised her unique scent as being fae?

"Yes. He has tasted fae blood before!"

I picked the thought out of William's mind just as he tore his mouth away from Alex's breast with a visible effort.

"Oh no! Don't stop please...that was so delicious!"

"Have some patience! I don't want to weaken her."

He had run his hands down her sides and reached her tiny black panties. I felt the roughness of the lace under my fingers for a moment before he unceremoniously ripped them off. Rather to my surprise she laughed and pushed him gently backwards onto the bed and began unfastening the buttons of his shirt and tugging it out of the waistband of his trousers before starting on the trouser buttons. He lay back and watched her for a moment.

"Help her William! She'll never get them off with you lying on the bed! Come on!"

I felt a faint chuckle as he leaned back on his hands, bracing his feet on the floor and raised his hips up off the bed. Alex grasped this opportunity to pull the trousers off him. She turned to put them over the back of a chair and William pulled the shirt off over his head and wriggled out of his boxer shorts. She turned and regarded him for a moment with her head on one side and then walked back and sank to her knees before him. Quite suddenly I realised that my earlier fantasy was about to come true!

I gasped as her lips brushed against his stomach and her tongue trailed slowly down into his groin. Her long black hair trailed across the sensitive skin of his belly, making the muscles twitch and jump. I fought the urge to push his hips forward, to force his aching shaft closer to her warm, soft lips and I was rewarded when she curled her tongue around him and drew it gently down his length. William gave a soft groan as her lips closed around him and began to move slowly, gently increasing the pressure until I could barely stand it any more.

Just as I was convinced that he couldn't hold on any longer she pulled away and he opened his eyes. I watched her climb up onto the bed placing a knee on either side of his hips and look down at him speculatively.

"You okay sweetie?" she whispered.

"Not really" he murmured. "I want you so badly it hurts! It's all I can do to keep still."

"Just a little longer..." she slid her knees apart and began to lower her body onto his. William's fingers were twisted into the sheets as he tried desperately to hold on to his self control.

"You can't do it William! Let go, you know you want to!"

"I...I can!" he gasped.

And to give him credit, he managed it for all of thirty seconds or so until, with a growl of lust he grasped her by the hips and rolled over on the bed, their bodies still locked together. Alex gave a little squeak of surprise but I could tell that she was just as aroused as he was as she wriggled her hips against him, inciting him to drive himself deeper and murmuring encouragement into his ear until she began to shudder into an ecstatic climax beneath him.

As she lay, panting, in his arms I heard a soft knock at the door to the suite. I wondered whether William could actually hear it over the sound of Alex's pounding heartbeat, but evidently he could.

"Just a moment sweetheart" he whispered, slipping out of bed and pulling on one of the fluffy dressing gowns.

"Who on earth is this? Get rid of them at once!" I demanded urgently.

"Well let's go and see shall we!" he answered with remarkable equanimity.

He went up the steps and opened the door. A rather nervous looking young man stood outside with a trolley.

"Um...Mr Compton?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, that's right" he answered.

"I have something for you Sir. Herr von Shröeder arranged it."

On the trolley were two bottles and two glasses. I recognised one of the bottles by the elegant blue glass as the "Royalty Blend" that we had sampled at the Reception. The other was resting in a bucket which appeared to be full of ice. Beside them sat a large flat box.

William smiled at the young man reassuringly. "Well that's very kind of him, thank you." He handed him a couple of dollar bills while the young man wheeled the trolley into the suite.

"Thank you sir!" he said and hurried out.

"What's in the box?"

"You'll see!"

William picked up the ice bucket and the box and went back into the bedroom. Alex was sitting up in bed clasping the sheet to her breasts, her black hair falling around her shoulders in a thick cloud.

"Look what Ulrich's sent us!" he said. "He must have been pleased with the party!"

"Mmm...chocolates! I'm starving!" she said, reaching for the box and pulling off the lid. William laughed and went back to the trolley, returning in a moment with the Royalty Blend and the glasses.

"It's food! She likes this food?"

"Yes...she does!" William laughed.

He filled one glass from the bottle which was in the ice bucket and, to my delight one of the rare blood for himself, and me, and slipped back into bed beside her taking a sip and watching as she helped herself to a few more of the chocolates. She wriggled up beside him sending a shiver through his body.

"Can we do it again William?" I whispered hopefully.

"Probably...just keep quiet will you please?"

Leaning over, he kissed her throat gently. "Just once more, please?"

"Oh Bill!" she murmured "I'm too exhausted to move!"

"Oh what nonsense! She's exaggerating!"

"Shhhh!"

"You need some more energy! Try another chocolate."

He reached over and picked a chocolate out of the box and offered it to her. She smiled up at him lazily and opened her mouth and he slipped the chocolate between her lips. Her mouth felt soft and warm on his fingers as she licked the traces of chocolate from them and he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. The taste was like an electric shock to my system. Thinking back on it later I realised that I could barely remember what taste was like! And this! It was heaven!

"Oh William, that's...amazing!"

She reached over for another and flakes of chocolate broke off and fell onto her bare breasts.

"Oh Bill! Look, I've dropped..." She hadn't completed her sentence before William's mouth was on her hot skin, his tongue licking hungrily at the tiny flakes of chocolate. For a moment I forgot about the Reception, the expensive rare blood, even the sex, all that mattered to me was the taste of the chocolate on William's tongue.

I felt him chuckle to himself. "I've heard that some human women say that chocolate is better than sex!"

"Hmmm...I'm not sure I'd go quite that far...!"

"Want to make a comparison?"

He raised his eyes to Alex's and smiled at her. "Feeling stronger now?" he asked.

"Oh..."

"Then just relax...let me..." he slipped his arm under her waist and lifted her, turning her over so that she lay on her stomach. Reaching up to the head of the bed he grasped a pillow and, raising her up, slipped it under her hips lifting her lovely little bottom up in front of him. I admired the long clean lines of her back and the smooth curves of her buttocks before William leaned down and planted a kiss on her bottom. She gave a little sigh as he knelt astride her hips, unfastening the belt of the dressing gown and, adjusting the pillow slightly for the perfect angle, he slid himself back inside her welcoming warmth.

I concentrated on him and found that I could feel her warm contentment flowing into him through the blood bond and then a pulse of pleasure as he began to move his hips slowly and gently. Her flesh was warm and soft and slippery with her juices and she was so relaxed I could feel him pushing in deeper, her muscles relaxing instinctively to allow him to drive deeper until he could go no further. I could feel the soft warmth of her buttocks against his stomach with each stroke. He looked down and the sight of his flesh disappearing into hers began to arouse him even further, driving us both mad with lust.

I could hear her heartbeat quicken as William drove into her harder and faster, delighting in the tiny moans he was drawing from her at each stroke. But he wasn't ready to allow any of us satisfaction just yet. When her muscles began to twitch and close around him, he slowed and waited for her to relax before building up the pressure again, over and over until she was squirming on the pillows beneath him, moaning incoherently and I felt that I was about to explode. I struggled to keep quiet as I knew he wanted this for himself alone and soon he could stand it no longer. Brushing her hair from the back of her neck he leaned down and sank his fangs into the side of her throat, the sweet taste of her blood driving them both over the edge of ecstasy and taking me over with them.

"You see?" he murmured softly. "I told you it would be worth the wait!"

I found that I was quite unable to respond.