Heirot

Tenele gasped, and jerked involuntarily at his touch. "I said, I love you," she giggled lightly. "Don't tease me, I'm in a delicate condition."

"I could say the same," Vlad hufffed, reaching to his belt and unclipping it while his mouth played against her. It felt good to be free and bare in the warm, dry wind. The balcony wasn't all that private, but it wasn't public either. If he did a good enough job, Atul would probably hear from his suite 3 rooms down, he thought with a smirk.

Tenele moved lightly against his touch, her hips encouraging him. She reached a hand back to the curve of the lounge's back, and gripped the edge. The more he teased her with his lips, the faster her breath came to her. She moaned softly at his touch, her hands knotting in his hair. She whispered his name in that musical voice of hers, beckoning more from him.

Tenele's wriggling had a big impact on the vampire's composure. He huffed in air and strained to stay calm and slow. The torture was incredible, even if it was challenging. After what seemed like ages, when he was certain he'd taken her close to her limit, his lips left her, jumping to her naval and tracing a wet line up to her neck. Gliding over her, he pressed fresh heat against her, his skin hot from the sun. "Still think you can handle me?" he purred beside her ear.

Tenele nodded, pressing her cheek to his. "Yes," she replied in a quivering breath. Her body trembled, but she wasn't sure now whether it was from desire or weariness. She knew she wanted him, no matter how exhausted she was. There wasn't any going back for her, not now. She kissed his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his neck and holding onto the lounge with the other. "Gentle, okay?" She smiled against his skin. Gentle wasn't normally neither one of their styles, but she was practical enough to know her body wasn't completely ready for Vlad's full potency. Well, she wasn't certain about it at least.

Vlad's teasing grin faded into a loving stare. "With pleasure," he whispered as his lips brushed her cheek. He slid into her slowly. He couldn't do much about his size, but he moved in slow, long strokes while his lips found hers. He explored her with his tongue while he held her steady in the sheets, pushing in a gentle, but firm rhythm inside her. His breath quickened against her lips as he soaked in every sensation, content to take his time exploring her.

Tenele moaned, planting long, slow kisses across his lips and neck. She pressed her forehead to his, smiling at him before taking his lips again. Being connected with him filled her heart with warmth. She held onto him tightly, never wanting to let go. Tenele knew that it took concentration for her husband to be gentle, especially when she was weak and it called to his predatory side. She trusted him, trusted his restraint.

Vlad's breath grew ragged across Tenele's collarbone as he tucked his face into her neck. His movements were slightly jerkier than when he'd started, but not rough. He let out a shaky moan as his body glided slowly, torturously against hers.

Her hands glided across his skin, grasping for a better hold on him. Her soft moans turned into light cries. She pressed her lips into the skin of his shoulder to muffle them. She bit down softly. The sun and hot desert air burned around them like a furnace, and the gentle breeze was a reminder that they were out in the open. Doing this out in the open. Her cheeks flushed, and a flurry of worry rippled through her at the idea of being caught. They'd only just arrived after all, what did that say about them? When she felt another ripple of pleasure she pressed her lips in a hard kiss against his skin, making a tight sound in the back of her throat.

Vlad raised himself up slightly to watch her, enjoying her voice and even the open venue they'd chosen. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it languorously before drawing one of her fingers into his mouth. His fangs grazed along her skin.

Tenele smiled at him. She draped on of her arms across his shoulder, her fingers weaving in the hair at the back of his head. She knew he probably wanted to bite her, and maybe he was hesitant about taking her neck after Talon's fierceness. Tenele moved her finger while he drug his teeth across it, pressing in against his fangs so that it nicked her skin. She gave a quiet hiss. Her weak body shook as she sat up to close her lips over his neck, pinching the skin with her teeth.

Vlad sighed at the hot saltiness of her blood against his lips. In combination with her trembling, it made his desire for her morph into flat-out need. He pressed his tongue to her scraped finger and latched gently but unyieldingly onto the first joint. He couldn't pour as much power through a cut like this, but he did what he could, weaving seduction into the wound while his body moved in hers.

Tenele fell back against the lounge, back arching with a soft cry. She shuddered back into a more comfortable position with a yelp when her sore muscles protested. Green eyes flickered up to him, with an apologetic wince. "I didn't lie," she breathed. "I am feeling better." She drew her legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles to pull him tighter against her and keep them from trembling too noticeably. Pleasure coursed through her, and she tried very hard to keep her composure. Eventually her conscious desire to keep their actions secret was drowned out by what her husband was making her feel. She drew her finger from his lips and with her hand against the back of his head, she guided him to her breast. "Its okay, if you want to bite me..."

* * *

Outside Tenele's door a group of servants escorting an adviser knocked on their door. When not receiving a response they started knocking again, harder this time.

"They are resting," Talon muttered, leaning against the wall with his hood still drawn over his head. "I'll let them know you stopped by." Talon had exceptional hearing, better hearing than the group did since he was a vampire, and he knew exactly what was happening on the balcony.

Vlad gasped for breath and composure, smelling her soft skin right in front of him. He enjoyed the thought of her wanting him, but he didn't bite her. Instead, he slid upright and out of her grip, angling himself so he could enter deeper. He held her steady with strong hands as he built up a firm rhythm, still not getting rough enough to jostle her too hard. "You are making this difficult for me," he rasped in his bedroom voice.

Tenele flashed him an innocent and distracted smile. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her words fading into a soft cry. Her hands wrapped about his forearms, holding onto the arms that held her safely. The change of position, the deeper he went, it drove her over the edge, and her hands tightened around his arms until her knuckles went white. She bit her bottom lip, trying to control herself. In the end Tenele lost.