A chill ran down her spine as his fingertips glided
gently across her shoulders. They had joked about this moment for months but
now that it had arrived Marie had nothing but butterflies in her stomach.
His lips touched her skin softly, causing her
shoulders to shudder. Soft kiss after soft gentle kiss his lips cover every
inch of her shoulders, causing her breathing to grow heavier with each kiss,
until he reached her neck from behind.
Tilting her head to the left, exposing the right side
of her neck, he brushed her hair to one side.
“Do you believe I am a Vampire?”
“Yes I do,” Marie whispered softly, feeling his warm
breath on her skin, longing. “Please,” she pleaded as she closed her eyes,
waiting for it.
“Please what,” he whispered in her ear. “I can not
give it unless you ask properly.”
Marie’s body shook with anticipation. She wanted his
bite, she wanted to bare his mark.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say the words.”
“Please,” Marie pleaded, “please give me your mark. I
give myself to you freely. I am yours now and for eternity.”
“You ARE mine!”
Grabbing Marie’s hair he pulled down to hold her head
in place as he bit her neck. Marie gasped for air as his teeth pinched her
skin. With each suckle he bit harder, causing her energy to bond with his.
Holding her close with his free hand Marie could feel
her soul flowing into his body, they were becoming one. Unable to control
herself, Marie’s body began to push back against his. She wanted him to be
inside her.
The two now being one, he knew what Marie craved. He
continued to drink deeply from Marie. With every sip he took of her, her breath
went silent, slowing down like a river seeping into an ocean. Once her heart
was beating fast with the anticipation and bitter sweet fear of the unknown,
now as it slowed down she could feel her heartbeat throbbing against his lips.
“Please take me now,” she whispered with her last bit
of energy, her eyes rolling back as she felt herself falling deeper in his
capturing embrace.
“You want this,” he whispered into her ear, his cold
lips touching her ear lope, his breath like a cool winter breeze.
She whispers weakly, “Yes.” Her once calm brown hair
falling over her face as he lowered her down to his huge soft fluffy bed.
“I can’t hear you,” he says as he gazes at Marie’s
exhausted face. With one hand he gently brushes her hair form her face as he
inches his face closer to hers.
With every ounce of what little energy Marie had left,
she gathered it like a contraction and focused on that one thing, that one
goal, and says clearly as her eyes open slowly, her usually soft brown eyes
with that famous hint of green. As a single tea rolls down her cheek she cries,
“Yes! Yes! YES!”
Marie slid her tongue out, licking her lips in that
suggestive way that she knows he can not resist, waiting, longing for his
touch. Seeing Marie, her body screaming, begging, calling softly to him, how
could he refuse.
“Your wish is my command my love,” he whispered before
kissing her lips softly, making her transformation complete. Slowly and smoothly
he slid deep inside his one true love, his soul mate for life, his dark angel,
his Marie.
