Of Warmth and Blood

Gabrielle moaned and let herself be taken back into Craven\'s world. His hands were roaming all over her body now and she felt her will seem to weaken.
She was mumbling incoherencies...\"Don\'t deny your dead if your dead...\" she was murmuring. Craven places his palms to her temples and suddenly she was seeing a battle scene. Men were dying on the ground, arrows through their chests. A man, with longer more unruly hair that closely resembled craven stood upon a hill. In his eyes was a desperation, a deep longing sorrow and in his hand was a small locket, with a picture of a dark haired beautiful girl. Gabrielle found herself wondering about that picture. Was she a princess? Was this man in red armor a prince? Or was he some berserker who was distantly related to Craven? As she moved closer to the scene she was there and not really a part of, all at once, she saw the medalion around his neck. She gave a start. It had the circle witht eh V inside it, just as Craven\'s tatoo had. the man raises his face up, he had a dark beard and while his eyes revealed a deeply felt torture within, his face carried an experession of loathing for the dying men around him. The battle shouts below the hill the man in red carried ancient accents, almost sounding Transylvanian if Gabrielle was sure. She would have to ask her History buff friend about that one. Just as she raised her face, sheilding her eyes from what looked like a new dawning sun, rising above the hill the man in red stood upon, the man\'s gave met hers. Instead of getting back into the battle scene, his eyes locked onto hers, a deadly stare, and he dropped the locket from his hands. Gabrielle leaned into grab it, and as she did, she closed her eyes for the sun\'s rays were shining so brightly they almost hurt.....when she opened her eyes she was gazing back into Craven\'s and he had a tormented look upon his face. She was back in the ballroom chamber with him. In the palm of her hand was the locket. She dared a glance down to view it, but Craven stayed her hand.
\"Shhh...\"
He whispered in her ear, \"Come with me.\"
He lead her out of the chamber and onto a balcony. His hands were on her shoulders guiding her. She had some many questions, such as what did the battle scene mean and how could she have possibly picked up a locket from it. She still held it in her palm.
Craven was kissing the back of her neck again, his hands romaning. She leaned her neck back, all the more easy for him to taste her. His tounge ran down her cleavage line and he was gently untying her dress. His hands ran down her back, to her lower back and rested on her buttocks.
Suddenly he spoke to her, more emotion than his voice usually carried, \"If I were not alive would I be longing so? To feel you, to feel your body hot against mine again? I long so badly Gabrielle and it\'s your touch I need...\"
He pulled her now naked body toward him and pressed the bulge in his pants into her. He breathed into her hair, \"Make me yours.\" She found her body obeying before she could. Her wetness spread into her panties, the only thing she had on now. She moaned softly as Craven caressed her exposed breasts, he carried her back inside the chamber and instead of a grand ballroom they were met with a grand bedroom, the huge four poster bed she had been tied to that first night. this time though, no ropes, just Craven. He licked her nipples, and then his hand roamed down between her legs. He gently slid a single finger into her wetness and she moaned more. Her legs slid open and she arched her back. God, how could she want this man so badly? All those questions unanswered yet her body screamed to her she had no time, she must have him NOW. He was inside her and moving on top of her, his upper torso gleaming in the candlelight. As he thrusted he called her name, softly then louder. She dug her nails into his back. She felt the walls of her ***** shudder and he ran his hands along her back and over her breasts, each time he came around from her back to her chest, going faster and faster. Soon, the hotness sprung out of him and he moaned with it, his chest rising and falling in the light.
The locket had still been in her hand when Craven had carried her so passionatly to the bed. Now, it was open on the sheets, and soon Gabrielle\'s screams were joining Craven\'s moans of pleasure...only her sreams, as good as Craven felt deep inside of her, were not in sexual pleasure, but were of fright....for the picture inside the locket, though in black and white witht the girl clearly having black as midnight hair, was unmistakinly Gabrielle! She had Gabrielle\'s face and there was no doubt about it; she had been linked to the desparing man in red armor back, centuries ago somehow!!!