Reminder: I do not own any Moonlight characters, especially Josef (sigh, groan) I do however own my oc's. I make no money from this, it's only for my enjoyment and hopefully yours. Please R&R And Special Thanks to my Beta Luxe de Luxe for all she's done to make this better.

Chapter 5 Rated R ( For Adult themes, Graphic Sex.)

Music of the Night

-Phantom of the Opera

Marie stretched languidly as she woke the next day. She turned to smile at him, but he was no longer there next to her.

"He's probably in his freezer, or working." She mused aloud.

She got out of bed and gathered her underthings, a pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt, and headed to the bathroom.

She looked at her self in the mirror, turning her neck to the side to examine the two small fang marks Conor had left the night before.

She reached up and touched the marks with her fingertips and smiled. She trailed her fingers over the marks and felt a twinge between her legs. If this was the reaction she got from just this, she wanted more.

She didn't understand why she felt this close to a man so soon, but she had dreamt of Conor before she had ever met him. But he didn't look like this. He looked like something out of a historical movie, a warrior wearing a kilt, with long hair. Kind of like that Mel Gibson movie. Funny, she hadn't even seen the movie. Maybe she'd ask Conor about it.

She went out of her room and walked down the long hallway leading to the living room. She was surprised to see that it was dusk, and wandered out onto the balcony. It was large, and overlooked a sprawling back yard with a large pool and a jacuzzi surrounded by lush gardens.

"Beautiful."

Startled,Marie turned to see Conor standing behind her. His feet were bare and he was wearing a pair of dark, body hugging jeans and not much else.

"Yes, the yard is very beautiful." She replied

Conor chuckled.

"No love, I meant you." Conor walked over to Marie and took her in his arms, raining soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks and eyelids. She sighed and melted in his arms.

"I want you Marie. Now. I can't wait anymore." He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Do you trust me Marie?" He asked.

Marie nodded at him and swallowed. "Yes Conor, I do."

Conor pulled her against his chest and whispered into her ear, causing waves of delicious shivers to tingle down her spine.

"Good. From here on out you don't speak until I tell you to. You do what I tell you to do. I'm going to make you come like you've never come before. And I can tell that it excites you, your heart is racing, your breathing is getting faster. And I can smell the arousal pouring from between your legs. I can't wait to taste it...And your blood. Now...Go into the bedroom and strip. Not your room. My room. I'll be right there."

Marie nodded and walked with shaky legs up to Conors room. It was huge, taking up most of the second floor with a master bedroom in front, and a freezer room in the back. A large, king size, cherry four poster bed sat up against the wall. The sheets were black satin, and there were numerous pillows spread out. Dozens of candles lit the room, the only other lights on small bedside lamps on tables on either side of the bed, covered with red silk scarves.

Marie let out a nervous, shaky breath as she started to remove her clothes. Once she was fully naked, she stood next to the bed, crossing her arms over her naked breasts.

"Uncross your arms, don't hide from me." Although she hadn't heard him, there he was, leaning against the door frame,watching her the whole time.

Marie did as she was told.

"Lay down on the bed, in the middle. Stretch your arms over your head."

Marie climbed onto the bed and lay down into the center, the sheets cool against her naked back. She pulled her arms up over her head, and grabbed onto the metal slats in the headboard. She could feel herself getting wetter in anticipation. Just what was he going to do? Did he know about her secret fantasy?

"Good girl."

Conor went to a cabinet and slid open a glass panel. He turned on a stereo, and the soft strains of Phantom of the Opera's, Music of The Night started to play. He walked over to the bed and reached for the silk scarves draped over the lamp. He took Marie's arm and kissed her wrist, then gently tied it to the slat. He then cupped her face and ran his thumb over her cheekbone.

"Nod your head, yes or no, is this ok?"

Marie nodded, her breath quickening, her eyes glazing over in passion.

Conor continued with the other wrist, and then bent down to place a passionate kiss on her lips. Marie moaned in pleasure as those lips moved to her neck, his tongue darting out, his fangs gently scraping the tender skin over the twin marks he had left earlier.

He gently squeezed her breasts, his fingers rolling the nipples until they jutted out in peaks. Then his mouth followed, alternately licking and gently biting. When he had had enough, he planted a kiss on her abdomen, and looked back up at her.

"Open for me love, open your legs. And watch."

Marie did as she was told as Conor moved himself between her legs.

Conor then used his tongue to make love to her, adding his fingers and thrusting up inside her. Marie's head lolled back as she started to feel the rising tide taking her over. Conor stopped.

"Look at me. You're not coming yet babe."

"Oh, God!"

Conor chuckled.

"I didn't tell you to speak Marie."

Conor resumed his oral attentions, licking and nipping Marie's bud, his fingers resuming their thrusting, when Marie was on the precipice, his fangs descended and sank into her femoral artery. She screamed out in an earth shattering orgasm. He drank deeply, but briefly, raising his head and capturing her eyes with his own.

"We're not done yet babe."

Marie looked down between them, he was erect. She wondered how he would ever fit.

"Don't worry love, it will" he chuckled,and he thrust himself into her, filling every inch of her, knocking against the opening to her womb. He started to move slowly, allowing her to get used to him, then gradually increased his thrusting. They moved together, doing the dance as old as time. When he was approaching his release, he put his hand between Marie's legs and stroked her pearl,making her shout, screaming his name over, and over. He then reached up and released the scarves and Marie's arms wrapped around him, her fingernails digging in and scratching. He sank his fangs into her neck, causing her to scream again.

When they were done, Conor licked the wounds closed, and checked the wounds on her thigh. They were closed too, but for a single drop of blood that had run down her leg. He bent down and licked the blood trail, until all traces were gone. Marie was smiling and breathing heavily, a sheen of perspiration on her brow. Conor got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Marie feeling alone.

"Conor?"

"Right there love." He came out of the bathroom, carrying washcloths and towels. He then got to the task of cleaning Marie, and wiping a cool cloth over her face.

"Thank-You Conor, that was amazing."

"I know."

Marie slapped him playfully

"A little full of your self aren't you?"

"No love, just agreeing with you." Conor's head turned toward's the doorway.

"We've got and Mick are here. We'll have to pick this up later." Conor swatted Marie playfully on her rear. Then grabbed her clothes and handed them to her. He folded her in his arms and kissed her.

"Get dressed and meet me downstairs. You need to have something to drink to replace those fluids. Normally I'd have you rest, but you need to tell Josef and Mick about David."

Marie nodded and watched Conor quickly dress and head out of the bedroom.

When she reached the living room, she saw Josef and Mick. Josef was grinning at her.

"Damn babe, you are loud. I didn't know whether to come rescue you or to join in." He raised his glass of whiskey to her in salute.

Marie smirked.

"Oh Josef, your'e just jealous because you can't make your girls scream that loud."

Mick roared out in laughter, Conor joining him. Josef raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly.

"Is that a challenge babe, would you care to find out?"

Marie laughed as she took a large swig of orange juice.

"I'm good Josef, I'm happy where I am right now thank you." She went over to Conor, putting her arm around his waist.

Josef nodded.

"Yes, you are."

Mick interrupted. "Sorry folks, I need to now some personal information about David. Marie, are you up to talking about it?"

"Yes, I am. Ask away."

Mick patted the seat between him and Josef. Marie sat and began to talk.

"Okay, so, David's last name is Warner. His father is Senator Mark Warner."

Josef shook his head.

"Oh. Damn."

"What Josef? What's wrong?" said Mick

"Warner. He knows all about us, I've done business with the guy. He's told me all about his little spawn of Satan. That kid's evil. And he know's about vampires too."

"How Josef, what about keeping what we are a secret? How could you tell him and expose us all?" Mick asked incredulously.

Josef glared at Mick.

"I didn't tell him a 's a family secret."

Josef took another sip of his whiskey and looked at all of the people in the room.

"His wife. She's a vampire."