closer.
“…ever…”
My skin was cold to her touch, but she did not seem to mind as it warmed quickly after contact with her…
…And especially when we kissed.
Chapter Seven
Amelia’s skin was soft and warm as I moved my hands up her arms and then caressed her back. Tiny goosebumps rose at my touch and I felt a swell of sympathy. I must have felt like a corpse upon her. She smelled of schoolbooks and paper amidst a floral bouquet, which gained a heady aroma as her skin flushed.
I let my kisses touch her upper and lower lips individually, and then the corners of her mouth. She sighed, feeling comforted in my grasp, her heart beating faster, giving warmth to her skin, which I drew upon to warm my own body.
She wanted this…wanted me , and despite my logic warning the contrary, I could not, and would not deny her. I could no longer lie to myself about how much I had longed for this. No, I ached for it.
Her blood had made me her prisoner, and it called to me to sate a desire that had arisen from a place that resided even deeper than my ever-present thirst.
But then Amelia paused, breaking away in the middle of our deep, needful kiss. Our breathing heavy with the heat of the moment, I looked at her questioningly, my body aching for our lips to join again in glorious conjunction. And I felt a pull to her as deeply and strongly as the one she felt from me.
“You can love?” she whispered, as if amazed that I could.
“Yes,” I said. My fangs had lengthened, slurring the sound of the word as I formed it.
“Can you make love?”
“I told you that I could.”
“You…want me?”
“More than you will ever know.”
She was aglow with happiness, and the pull I felt from that emotion transformed into a searing pain of desire which I was powerless to resist. I resumed our kiss, deepening it as I leaned forward and Amelia moved backward with my forward motion, sinking gently onto the bed, our conjoined lips and tongues dancing.
She stiffened and let out a muffled yelp as her tongue struck my fangs, and then moaned at the effects as my toxins roused bliss within her through the tiny wound. Twice this happened; each time, the sweet taste of her blood made my breath catch in my throat.
I felt her hand travel towards the front of my frock. I guided it to the buttons beneath the flap of fabric that lined its center, and felt her unfasten them one by one. She was tentative at first, but then became more assertive as she discovered my willingness.
When Amelia unfastened the last two buttons at the bottom, she sloughed the clothing off of me like an old skin, and cast it to the side of the bed, leaving my bare chest free for her to explore. She shrank back at the coolness of my skin at first, but was quickly emboldened by her need, and the heat from her skin quickly warmed mine.
Seconds later, I kicked off my shoes. These were soon followed by her own as I lifted her long gray dress from her body, followed by her filmy white slip.
She reflexively covered her voluminous chest, which was still restrained by the thin lace of her bra; I chuckled at how adorable she looked doing it. But when I removed her glasses and rested them upon the nightstand, I stopped with a soft gasp. Her beauty was astonishing!
I stared for several moments, amazed at how a simple thing like eyewear could diminish her full, natural loveliness. The skin of her shoulders, arms, and stomach was perfect, cream-colored as compared to my paper white, and flushed with so much blood, it created a tantalizing scent.
Perhaps I had stared a bit too long, as I felt a sense of self-consciousness arise within Amelia’s mind. She flushed again, and looked away with growing embarrassment. Quickly, to rectify my mistake, I touched her chin and gently guided her gaze back to me.
“So beautiful…” I whispered in reverent awe.
Amelia, her confidence renewed, softened her expression and parted her lips as I leaned forward again. I began the kiss anew,
“…ever…”
My skin was cold to her touch, but she did not seem to mind as it warmed quickly after contact with her…
…And especially when we kissed.
Chapter Seven
Amelia’s skin was soft and warm as I moved my hands up her arms and then caressed her back. Tiny goosebumps rose at my touch and I felt a swell of sympathy. I must have felt like a corpse upon her. She smelled of schoolbooks and paper amidst a floral bouquet, which gained a heady aroma as her skin flushed.
I let my kisses touch her upper and lower lips individually, and then the corners of her mouth. She sighed, feeling comforted in my grasp, her heart beating faster, giving warmth to her skin, which I drew upon to warm my own body.
She wanted this…wanted me , and despite my logic warning the contrary, I could not, and would not deny her. I could no longer lie to myself about how much I had longed for this. No, I ached for it.
Her blood had made me her prisoner, and it called to me to sate a desire that had arisen from a place that resided even deeper than my ever-present thirst.
But then Amelia paused, breaking away in the middle of our deep, needful kiss. Our breathing heavy with the heat of the moment, I looked at her questioningly, my body aching for our lips to join again in glorious conjunction. And I felt a pull to her as deeply and strongly as the one she felt from me.
“You can love?” she whispered, as if amazed that I could.
“Yes,” I said. My fangs had lengthened, slurring the sound of the word as I formed it.
“Can you make love?”
“I told you that I could.”
“You…want me?”
“More than you will ever know.”
She was aglow with happiness, and the pull I felt from that emotion transformed into a searing pain of desire which I was powerless to resist. I resumed our kiss, deepening it as I leaned forward and Amelia moved backward with my forward motion, sinking gently onto the bed, our conjoined lips and tongues dancing.
She stiffened and let out a muffled yelp as her tongue struck my fangs, and then moaned at the effects as my toxins roused bliss within her through the tiny wound. Twice this happened; each time, the sweet taste of her blood made my breath catch in my throat.
I felt her hand travel towards the front of my frock. I guided it to the buttons beneath the flap of fabric that lined its center, and felt her unfasten them one by one. She was tentative at first, but then became more assertive as she discovered my willingness.
When Amelia unfastened the last two buttons at the bottom, she sloughed the clothing off of me like an old skin, and cast it to the side of the bed, leaving my bare chest free for her to explore. She shrank back at the coolness of my skin at first, but was quickly emboldened by her need, and the heat from her skin quickly warmed mine.
Seconds later, I kicked off my shoes. These were soon followed by her own as I lifted her long gray dress from her body, followed by her filmy white slip.
She reflexively covered her voluminous chest, which was still restrained by the thin lace of her bra; I chuckled at how adorable she looked doing it. But when I removed her glasses and rested them upon the nightstand, I stopped with a soft gasp. Her beauty was astonishing!
I stared for several moments, amazed at how a simple thing like eyewear could diminish her full, natural loveliness. The skin of her shoulders, arms, and stomach was perfect, cream-colored as compared to my paper white, and flushed with so much blood, it created a tantalizing scent.
Perhaps I had stared a bit too long, as I felt a sense of self-consciousness arise within Amelia’s mind. She flushed again, and looked away with growing embarrassment. Quickly, to rectify my mistake, I touched her chin and gently guided her gaze back to me.
“So beautiful…” I whispered in reverent awe.
Amelia, her confidence renewed, softened her expression and parted her lips as I leaned forward again. I began the kiss anew,
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