Lips of an Angel
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
892
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Lips of an Angel
A/N: French to English translations can be found at the bottom of the page.
“Lips of an Angel” – Lauren Wagner © 2006
“It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak” – Hinder, “Lips of an Angel”
“Mon amour, le l'un, mon vampire, Damien.” She whispered softly into my ear. I shivered, her icy breath tickling my equally cold skin. I ran my fingers through her long, thick, wavy brown tresses, loving the softness across my palms. Her lips brushed my jaw as she whispered my name again, more sultry this time. I loved the way it sounded; coming from her lips coupled with the quiet French words she was moaning. I captured those lips in a kiss, the fresh blood we had just consumed burning through our old veins. Her nails raked across my chest, pulling at my shirt. I bit at her bottom lip playfully, a hiss escaping through her nose as the blood rose to paint her mouth crimson. I licked at it, the familiar zing shooting through me as her tainted blood touched my tongue. I pulled away from her, my hands dropping from her petit waist. Whimpering for my touch she opened her emerald eyes, they glistened with lust in the candlelight. “Pour quoi vous êtes-vous arrêté?” she asked quietly, her voice thick with passion. “Have patience ‘Lotte.” I replied, moving back to her, taking her small shoulders in my hands and pushing her down onto the bed.
Those green eyes lit up with understanding, she always was a bright one. “Vous garçon sale.” She purred as I worked my fingers through the laces of her corset making me smirk. “Only for you mon cheri.” I whispered in response, pulling the offending garment off of her and tossing it across the room. Her pale skin seemed to glisten before me, her breasts rising and falling with each unnecessary breath she took. “Vous êtes si beau.” I said bluntly, the only phrase of French I was ever able to remember. She giggled, her ethereal voice trilling like bells in my ears, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew the minute she reached forward to unbutton my shirt and the next, where somehow the rest of our clothing found its way to the floor that it would be a long night before we crawled into our black rooms to sleep the day away.
I touched her shoulder softly and she traced her nails down my face with care. “Je t'aime…” she breathed as I left soft but sweet kisses down her smooth abdomen. My lips brushed over her entrance, her hands came up to grasp my shoulders, I flicked my tongue out to taste her, her nails dug into my skin until I could feel the hot blood running down my back. I brought myself up, catching her gaze before I bit softly into the creamy flesh of her bosom. A whimper of pain coupled with a moan of ecstasy poured from those perfect lips as I thrust into her. Slightly masochistic yes, but hot as hell.
I continued, each thrust making her writhe and moan beneath me; adding fuel to my fire. If our hearts could still beat I’m sure they would have been racing out of control, ready to burst from our chests at any moment. I felt her climax building just as strongly as I felt mine. As if on cue she came, throwing her head back, “Oh mon dieu Damien!” She screamed, her hands clawing their way down my arms. The pain came and went, fading into the pleasure of my own release. With a grunt I rolled off of her onto my stomach in exhaustion. I could feel her slide closer to me and I could feel her cold tongue on my back, licking away the dried rivulets of blood. Soon she collapsed next to me a sated smile playing on her lips. Angel’s lips on the face of a devil, a fallen angel, my fallen angel, and forever my beautiful siren. I knew she was reading my thoughts and I asked a silent question. She stroked my hair gently, “Je t'aime mon ange foncé.” She whispered. It was my turn to smile, “Je t'aime mon ange foncé.” I repeated, kissing her. Perfect.
~*~End~*~
French to English Translations:
(1) “Mon amour, le l'un, mon vampire, Damien.”….. “My Love, the one, my vampire, Damien.”
(2) “Pour quoi vous êtes-vous arrêté?”….. “Why did you stop?”
(3) “Vous garçon sale.”….. “You dirty boy.”
(4) “Only for you mon cheri.”….. “Only for you my darling.”
(5) “Vous êtes si beau.”….. “You are so beautiful.”
(6) “Je t'aime…”….. “I love you.”
(7) “Oh mon dieu Damien!”….. “Oh my god Damien!”
(8) “Je t'aime mon ange foncé.”….. “I love you my dark angel.”
“Lips of an Angel” – Lauren Wagner © 2006
“It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak” – Hinder, “Lips of an Angel”
“Mon amour, le l'un, mon vampire, Damien.” She whispered softly into my ear. I shivered, her icy breath tickling my equally cold skin. I ran my fingers through her long, thick, wavy brown tresses, loving the softness across my palms. Her lips brushed my jaw as she whispered my name again, more sultry this time. I loved the way it sounded; coming from her lips coupled with the quiet French words she was moaning. I captured those lips in a kiss, the fresh blood we had just consumed burning through our old veins. Her nails raked across my chest, pulling at my shirt. I bit at her bottom lip playfully, a hiss escaping through her nose as the blood rose to paint her mouth crimson. I licked at it, the familiar zing shooting through me as her tainted blood touched my tongue. I pulled away from her, my hands dropping from her petit waist. Whimpering for my touch she opened her emerald eyes, they glistened with lust in the candlelight. “Pour quoi vous êtes-vous arrêté?” she asked quietly, her voice thick with passion. “Have patience ‘Lotte.” I replied, moving back to her, taking her small shoulders in my hands and pushing her down onto the bed.
Those green eyes lit up with understanding, she always was a bright one. “Vous garçon sale.” She purred as I worked my fingers through the laces of her corset making me smirk. “Only for you mon cheri.” I whispered in response, pulling the offending garment off of her and tossing it across the room. Her pale skin seemed to glisten before me, her breasts rising and falling with each unnecessary breath she took. “Vous êtes si beau.” I said bluntly, the only phrase of French I was ever able to remember. She giggled, her ethereal voice trilling like bells in my ears, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew the minute she reached forward to unbutton my shirt and the next, where somehow the rest of our clothing found its way to the floor that it would be a long night before we crawled into our black rooms to sleep the day away.
I touched her shoulder softly and she traced her nails down my face with care. “Je t'aime…” she breathed as I left soft but sweet kisses down her smooth abdomen. My lips brushed over her entrance, her hands came up to grasp my shoulders, I flicked my tongue out to taste her, her nails dug into my skin until I could feel the hot blood running down my back. I brought myself up, catching her gaze before I bit softly into the creamy flesh of her bosom. A whimper of pain coupled with a moan of ecstasy poured from those perfect lips as I thrust into her. Slightly masochistic yes, but hot as hell.
I continued, each thrust making her writhe and moan beneath me; adding fuel to my fire. If our hearts could still beat I’m sure they would have been racing out of control, ready to burst from our chests at any moment. I felt her climax building just as strongly as I felt mine. As if on cue she came, throwing her head back, “Oh mon dieu Damien!” She screamed, her hands clawing their way down my arms. The pain came and went, fading into the pleasure of my own release. With a grunt I rolled off of her onto my stomach in exhaustion. I could feel her slide closer to me and I could feel her cold tongue on my back, licking away the dried rivulets of blood. Soon she collapsed next to me a sated smile playing on her lips. Angel’s lips on the face of a devil, a fallen angel, my fallen angel, and forever my beautiful siren. I knew she was reading my thoughts and I asked a silent question. She stroked my hair gently, “Je t'aime mon ange foncé.” She whispered. It was my turn to smile, “Je t'aime mon ange foncé.” I repeated, kissing her. Perfect.
~*~End~*~
French to English Translations:
(1) “Mon amour, le l'un, mon vampire, Damien.”….. “My Love, the one, my vampire, Damien.”
(2) “Pour quoi vous êtes-vous arrêté?”….. “Why did you stop?”
(3) “Vous garçon sale.”….. “You dirty boy.”
(4) “Only for you mon cheri.”….. “Only for you my darling.”
(5) “Vous êtes si beau.”….. “You are so beautiful.”
(6) “Je t'aime…”….. “I love you.”
(7) “Oh mon dieu Damien!”….. “Oh my god Damien!”
(8) “Je t'aime mon ange foncé.”….. “I love you my dark angel.”