Perspective

I couldn’t stand there and take it anymore. I reached for the collar of his coat and started hastily undoing the clasps. I could hear myself making impatient noises and shoving at his coat to get it off and away. I dove for the exposed flesh at this throat. I kissed and nibbled and continued my assault on barriers of cloth preventing me from touching his skin.

He kept up with my pace and soon he and I were dressed in flickering firelight and nothing more.

He was no mere man, but a god!!! I nearly wept at the sight of his perfection. His skin was covered in a fine sheen of moisture and reflected gold in the firelight. I was dazzled, unable to speak…unable to think; I could only FEEL.

I felt his hands fisting in my hair and his lips burning the skin of my neck, breasts and face. I felt worshipped and the need to worship in return overwhelmed me.

With a growl, he swept me up into his arms and carried me to a bed I hadn’t even noticed. It was a four poster masterpiece dressed in varying shades of blue and black. I moaned my arousal and he was there, covering me in an instant, blocking out everything.

“Elianna, you are beautiful,” he whispered, “Far more than I ever dreamed possible. I ache with my wanting of you. Can you see what you do to me?”

Indeed I could. I reached down and captured him. I marveled at the size and hardness of him. I, too, ached with longing. I began stroking his length slowly, heightening his agony. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head. He licked a path of fire across my nipples, pausing to nibble and suck at each of them. I thrashed my head back and forth, gasping at his touch. He made is way slowly down my body, I felt the scrap if his teeth against my belly, then lower….the fire that had been raging on my skin concentrated itself at my center, my body as taut as a bowstring.

I screamed his name as he pressed his lips against me. At once I was a wild thing, I yanked my hand out of his grasp and freed his hair from its binding. It fell like strands of ebony silk upon my thighs, tickling and arousing me further.

I begged for him to stop, I pleaded…I finally grabbed a handful for his hair and dragged is face up to mine.

“Love me, Ladislao, I can take no more of this torture!!! I need…I need…MORE!!!”

He crushed my lips in a bruising kiss, and I could taste my dew upon his tongue. I scrapped my nails across his back and rubbed my bounty against him. With this, he threw back his head laughed and said, “My dearest, the torture has only just begun!”

With one achingly slow thrust I was his and he was mine. I tightened around him and moaned into his neck. He raised his head to glaze down at me, his raven locks made an inky cave around our heads. It blocked out the light, but I could still see the flames in my lover’s eyes. Something about him had changed; his skin seemed paler, his lips somehow fuller, redder. Then I saw them, twin points of white against his lower lip. I raised up and licked at them; I wanted to feel them against me. I laid back and pushed my hair away from my face. Our tresses blended together on the pillows like ink and blood.

I felt his labored breathe against my skin, suddenly feeling his teeth enter the skin just below my left collarbone. I hissed, sucking in air between my teeth at the fleeting pain, and then cried out at the pleasure of it. My body shattered with explosions of sensation, I wrapped my legs around his hips and matched his pace. It was not long before he was screaming out my name at his release.

“You are now forever mine,” he said.

He put one of his wrists to his mouth and bit into it. “Drink this, my love, and I will be forever yours.” He placed his wrist against my lips and I drank as he asked.

“This is my destiny,” I said, and I took all he would give me.