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There was no resisting it's call. She moved to the tubs edge and trailed her fingers thru the satin soft petals. The swirls rippled beneath the surface in perfect circles. The sheet fell from her heat numbed fingers.
She stepped in and sank to her knees in the soothing heat. Nothing in the world could possibly be as close to heaven as this.
She stretched her legs out and couldn't even come close to reaching the edge. The silken edge of the water played like fingertips against her breasts as her nipples pulled to tight peaks from the heat.
She leaned back against the edge of the tub and allowed herself to sink into the hazy dreams roused from the combination of steam and roses.
If this was how she was going to spend her last hours she was determined to enjoy them. Though she was beginning to have her doubts about just what the vampires had in mind for her after all. Surely they didn't do all this just to eat her later.
She dozed while images of soft kisses and strong hands flitted through her mind. The image of tawny blond hair and laughing green eyes taunted her with promises of unending pleasure.
If only her dreams were real. She'd never met a man like the one her mind conjured now, but if she ever did, she knew she would never be able to resist him.
She felt the heat pool in her stomach as she imagined strong hands gliding down her wet skin. Tiny beads of sweat mixing with the heated water as he fed the flames inside her.
She arched her neck and raised her breast above the water's edge to beg for his touch.
She swore she could almost feel the feather light brush of his lips across the valley between her breasts as his hand sank lower to press against the blond curls between her thighs.
She gasped and her eyes flew open at the first thrust of his fingers inside her heated sheath.
She had thought it was all a dream, but the reality was staring her in the face. She tried to push him away. But he held her down hard against the porcelain and iron tub. The hunger in his green eyes shone like African emeralds. He ran his tongue across his teeth and smiled a predator’s smile.
"Do not shrink from me now ma petite. Not when you've been so willing. You cannot deny the heat inside you. I can still smell your arousal." He sank his hands in her hair and pulled her up to him. Taking a deep breath as though to "scent" her.
She tried to shrink back in fear, but he held fast to her hair. His fingers were iron bands knotted tight in the golden locks.
His mouth came down hard on hers, crushing any thought of resistance out of her mind. She lost all reason as he kissed her.
The heat began to build again as against her will she could feel her arms lifting to wrap around his strongly corded neck as he rocked back and sat on the edge of the tub. He pulled her up the length of the tub and held her squarely between his hard thighs. Never once did his lips leave hers as he rose and carried her back into the bedroom.
She tried to fight him as he fell with her onto the soft mattress. He pinned her beneath him with one strong knee and continued to explore the parts of her previously covered by the hot water.
Her skin was soft as silk and the color of summer peaches. From the tip of her upturned nose to the bottom of her perfect little feet he was sure he'd never seen anything so tempting.
The full globes of her breasts were just the right size to fit perfectly in his hand, and he took full advantage of them now. Bending down to take one golden peak in his mouth. He suckled gently until he heard her soft rasp of surrender.
He couldn't contain the triumph in his eyes as he looked up to see hunger burning in the depths of her deep blue eyes.
Her body's betrayal was complete as he once again pressed his hand against her. His knee wedged between her silken thighs to allow him more access as he probed deep.
Her legs fell back in surrender as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. She didn't understand why she couldn't fight what he was doing to her but she didn't even want to think about begging him to stop.
The beast deep inside him raised it's head and growled at the scent of her need. She was hot and slick against his palm as he pushed deeper and caressed the nub that was the center of everything.
His breath was ragged as he pressed his lips to her ear," Come for me ma petite. I want to feel you shatter in my hands." He continued to circle the center of her sheath as his thumb pressed against her clit.
She whimpered and arched against his palm. He was pulling every ounce of her being tighter and tighter. Every breath she took was shorter than the last as she rode his hand.
Suddenly the universe shattered as she cried out and fell back against the feather bed. She melted into the crumpled sheets and gazed up at him from beneath dusky lashes. Uncertain of what was next, yet still riding the aftershocks of what he'd done to her.
He was rocked by the force of her climax. He took all of it into his soul. Feeding savagely on her life force.
Not giving her a chance to come to her senses, he pressed his full weight against her and buried himself inside her heat.
He could still feel the ripples of aftershocks as she clenched around him, hot and tight.
Growling his possession low in his throat, he ran his tongue across the sharpness of his fangs. He didn't know how much longer he could keep the beast in his heart under control. He could feel the rage rising. A blood red haze forming behind his eyes. The need to fully claim her burning within him.
She looked up and lost her breath as she caught the feral hunger burning white hot in his eyes. Turning the twin emeralds nearly translucent. With a raw moan she tried to push him away. Finally realizing why this "man" was able to push past her fears and do what he was to her senses.
Her heart rose to her throat. She raised her hands to rake his eyes but he grabbed her wrists and threw them over her head. Throwing his weight full across her hips. She was powerless.
The more she struggled the harder it became to control the beast inside him. The chains broke as she thrashed beneath him. She wasn't sure if it was him or herself she was fighting.
He lowered his head to her breast and his teeth sank deep. The white hot pain driving her to the breaking point. He moved inside her and matched the rhythm of his hips to the rhythm of his mouth against her skin.
Fear turned to liquid desire as she faced her own hungers. A need she'd never felt before claimed her now as she reveled in the feel of his mouth against her breast. The gentle sucking noises he made as he fed woke something deep inside her she hadn't even known was there.
A languid smile curved his lips as he swirled his tongue across the wound to close it. Still driving deep inside her. Though she was now slack in his arms from the blood loss, a faint smile played across her face and she moaned barely above a whisper.
He ran a sharp talon across his own chest and lifted her head to the ruby gem that appeared there. "Drink my darling. Drink and stay with me forever."
From the instant his lifeblood touched her lips she felt the rush of his entire being flood through her. All of his memories, feelings, thoughts and dreams came to her. She knew him. And she could feel herself rushing into him. The ultimate bonding of flesh and soul. The Darkness within in him was a living thing. Seeking the Light in her to give it meaning, a purpose in the endless night of eternity.
He cradled her head and reveled in the ecstasy she was giving him. He never expected it to be like this. He looked down at her and was amazed to feel tears welling behind his eyes. He gentled his rhythm and buried his face in her hair as the world shattered around them. A fierce possessive need overtook him. He growled and gently pushed her from his chest. The wound closed on it's own.
She gazed up at him, suddenly shy. How had he done this? Was she still dreaming? As she tried to make sense of it a searing pain gripped her. Her eyes flew wide and she doubled over in terror. She rolled to the side of the bed and vomited blood. What was happening to her?
"Easy my angel," He was shocked at the force of the pain. He shuddered as a heart wrenching sob was torn from her still swollen lips. "It's the Death Pains. It will only be a little while, we have to wait for your body to die." He stared, helpless for the first time in his three hundred years on this earth as she screamed and writhed in pain.
No one had prepared him for this. He had heard it was painful to convert a human, but he had never imagined it would be like this. He cursed himself, he never should have made that deal so many years ago!
He reached out and gathered her to him. She shivered as the fever raced through her. Even her skin hurt. His softest touch felt raw, left her whimpering in misery. Yet through all of it she could still feel him inside her. His presence in her mind was her anchor. When everything inside her wanted to splinter and fade. It was his voice, a whispered plea in the blackness, begging her not to leave him.
As soon as the worst of the pangs subsided she pushed him away with what little strength was left to her. She curled up in a fetal position as the sobs still wracked her.
He pushed the damp hair back from her face and drew the sheet over her. He would not leave her. Not until he was sure she would live. He pulled a leather wingback from across the room and sat next to the bed. She looked so fragile, a porcelain doll left alone.
As he watched, her skin paled, taking on the ethereal glow of all his kind, becoming more perfect. If that were possible. Her hair glowed as it dried, bringing the brilliance of the sun he'd never seen to his eyes.
His thoughts wandered as he sat there. Taking him back to the night he'd made a deal with the Devil.
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