Oh Cindeya how you madden me woman! Kristoff's thoughts growled huskily through his mind as he clutched his Bride to him, his heart racing as though it wanted her as though he wouldn't survive without her. And in a way he felt that was exactly the truth. As a Forbearer he had been living off packaged blood and the stuff was starting to make him feel sick, he couldn't even remember the last time that he had kept a full packet down.

His senses, his highly sensitised smell was telling him that it was her blood, Luciendeya's blood that was the cure to that which ailed him. He knew his body was right, even when he had made love with her that one time his teeth had lengthened, and he'd been tempted to bite deep into her jugular. His need for her blood had almost been as strong as his need for her body. Right then the latter won, for he knew that he could not take her blood, not only would she hate it, but he would be a maddened hypocrite.

'Grave-walker,' Cindeya moaned now, he perfect little claws digging into him, holding him close to her. She needed him just as much as he wanted her. But giving them what they both wanted would mean revealing to her that she was his Bride, that his body actually worked, and then, then she would discover the truth of his importance.

'Cindeya,' he growled before bending to kiss her, his need getting the better of him. And as their lips touched once more, electricity swam in his veins drugging him like nothing he'd ever known before. She moaned and he took it as invitation to swipe his tongue within her mouth, tangle it with hers. He hoped he could kiss her differently to the way he had that night, hoped her sex-deprived body wouldn't recognise it, would only be grateful for the contact. A man, no a vampire, could wish.

And as their tongues made love, the way he wished their bodies could, he became increasingly aroused, until he could no longer hide his heart beat or his erection. And at that moment he had no wish to still either. He wanted within her. Here.

At that thought he pushed her against the entrance to the cave and dove his hands under the many layers she wore to keep out the cold. He stroked her flat stomach tenderly. Thinking about the many things he had done to her that night, of the outcome of that night. He'd found his Bride, but he had gifted her with the only thing that he could.

'More,' Cindeya cried out and he raised his hands under her lingerie until he was free to cup her generous breasts. He had almost forgotten how soft they were, how hard that nipple, that raspberry nipple, could get. Almost, but at his touch they rose and he remembered everything as though it were only yesterday.

Her nipples abraded his callused palms and he recalled how delicious they had tasted, was loathe that he could not taste them here, for the one fact that they would freeze completely.

Instead he moved closer to her body, until they were flush against one another, and then he ground his large erection between her thighs, glorying in the groans she made, swallowing them as he bit down on her full lower lip. She had always tasted delicious, and he was so glad she'd only take one other lover since their night together. Did she recall who he was? Would his living body fill in the blanks for her?

'More,' she removed her mouth to moan in his ear and bite down on the lobe. Gods, she was so far-gone already that she didn't notice his body that she didn't notice who he was or what they were doing together. Maybe because her body had been starved for years or maybe, just maybe Riora was allowing the impossible to happen. She loved it after all and Cindeya willingly kissing him was more than impossible. Either way he couldn't bring himself to care. He had her back in his arms and that was all that really mattered.

'Cindeya,' he huskily growled in her ear before tunnelling his hands inside her pants, into her panties and into her very core, where she was hot and wet for him. Oh man, she did want him, and that knowledge only made him all the more crazed for her, beneath him. Made him crazed for her blood, thick, hot delicious blood down his throat, giving him even more life than she already had given his body.

Kristoff wanted her and she wanted him. Would it be wrong to take advantage of this starved siren? Would it be wrong even though it was what she craved, what she was begging him to do?

'Touch me,' Cindeya cried and Kristoff could no more hold back the tenuous grip on his self-restraint any more than he wanted to. And with her words ringing in his ear, her mouth back on his, his fingers slammed home within her. A groan bubbled up in his throat at the decadence of it, at the tight sheath around him, as it grew even tighter. She really hadn't had a lover in a long time. Nor had she found her release, yet now, by his hand, now she was going to come hard in his arms. Just like last time.

'Come for me baby, come for me,' Kristoff growled in her ear and thrust his fingers even deeper within her, stroking over her sweet spot. A spot he recalled sucking and laving until she had come right upon his tongue. Oh sweet memories how thou dost tease me.

'Grave-walker!' She cried as her body wetted his keen fingers with her satisfaction. On and on she came, clutching his shoulders until he was sure the blades were going to break. But as she closed her eyes and threw back her head, arching into him, he realised that she needed it, she needed his support. And more than sex, he wanted to be there for him. She was, after all his Bride and it was only he that could pleasure her well, and soon, soon she would learn that. She would learn that no other man could compare. And then she would come to him for all of her needs.

As she came Cindeya found his erection and treat him to the very same, tunnelling her hands within his pants and clutching him, stroking him. Just like he had heard from other vampires, only his Bride could and did give him the greatest satisfaction of his life. And he'd had many. But after the night he'd spent with him, he'd gone without even if he could have had another woman now his heartbeat he wouldn't have wanted another because he'd felt even back then that none could give him the satisfaction that she could.

'Cindeya!' He cried out, fighting to hold his seed, and losing. The tighter she held her fist, the faster it moved, the quicker his release built, until… 'I can't hold out much longer,' he cried warning her. But she cared not, she wanted it. Mortal enemy or not, her body craved him.

'Give it to me,' she commanded, and at her mesmerising voice he was helpless but to give her what she asked for, siren or no.

'Sweet Bride,' Kristoff cried as he came hard into her fist.

'What did you just call me?' Cindey demanded her hand stilling and then she looked down at what was actually happening. She had her hand in her mortal enemy's pants, his release all over it. Her release all over his fingers. Fingers he was happily sucking as she inwardly cried shrieked, begged for a do-over.

'Nothing I…' he couldn't tell a lie without getting sick and Cindey watched as he changed his answer. 'I called you my sweet Bride,' he finished and she wanted to scream.

'No, no, that's not for me, your body didn't come alive because of me,' she was quick to deny. She couldn't be his Bride; she just couldn't, but…

'Do you see anyone else around here?' He asked her, stating the obvious truth. She was his Bride, an irrefutable, inescapable truth.

'Gods. How long have you known?'

'A while.' He was hedging.

'How long?' She demanded through gritted teeth.

'Have you heard my heartbeat before now?' He asked and she sighed a deep breath of relief. Not long then.

'If I had known this would happen, that it could happen I would never have agreed.' Which begged the question, did he know? Had he known for a long time and had merely found a way to mask his heartbeat, was that why he had gathered her in his arms, insisting they trace? Had he known her body was starved for contact any kind of male contact? 'Treacherous body,' she muttered and when he looked up he wore a confused expression upon his face and his face actually looked gaunter as though the effort to trace had really taken it out on him. Which begged the question, when had he last fed?

'When did you last drink?' Cindey asked of him and he turned away from her. 'When?' She demanded, grabbing his arm and making him turn to her. Which he did, but he pressed her body back to the wall, pushing between her legs once more. And once more, her body wanted his.

'This long,' he growled, his fangs lengthening and then they were buried, deep within her throat, just as his fingers had been buried deep within her body. And as he began to feed she finally understood what other immortal women meant when they said that it was one of the most arousing actions she had ever experienced. She clung to him tighter, winding her legs around his back and giving his sudden erection all the access it needed between her clothed thighs.