Heirot

His words melted her heart. She was perfect to him. Tenele wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against him feverishly, hungrily, as if she'd been starved for days.

He believed her. He loved her. She was perfect to him.

Vlad kissed along her neck and licked her throat in light, worshipful swathes. To have gained her love twice now, despite the fact he could acknowledge he had one or two flaws, seemed impossible. It was like realizing for the first time that the hunger and need in her eyes was real...was something she truly wanted him to act on. It wasn't a trap or a mistake.

"My love....I want to join with you." His voice was lined with tenderness and underscored with lust. "If you think you may regret it, let me know now...my control is not as good as Atul's. Not by a long shot. As things stand, I may not even get through undressing before I give in to you."

Tenele's stomach flipped at the idea of him wanting her so much, that he might not even undress first. She shook her head. "I won't regret it," she whispered. "I want you. I want to feel one with you. I want your body to show me that I am what you desire... So I will never question it again." Her cheeks colored red, and there was the crisp taste of alcohol on her breath.

Tenele wormed her hands between them and parted the silk robe she wore, what was left covering her, so she was bare beneath him.

Vlad knelt over her, drawing loose his belt and pants with a needful huff. He slid his hand around her thin ankle and raised it to his lips, kissing her soft skin and then the top of her foot.

Tenele slipped her arms out from the robe and stretched them above her head. Casting her gaze down the length of her naked body to where he knelt, it made her feel a little self-conscious. She knew she had no reason. This wasn't the first time. But, something felt... different. Maybe because he realized she loved him, even if it was in her own new way.

Tenele admired every detail of him, the way he held her ankle in his hand, the way he kissed her skin. Worshipful. She was small compared to him, a lithe elven frame, even if she were only half. He was a vampire, infinitely more powerful and stronger, and yet he touched her very gently.

"You're very handsome," Tenele whispered, watching the warm candlelight flicker over his skin. "But, I'm sure you know that already."

"I do," Vlad smiled at her, a sly sparkle in his eyes. "But it sounds better coming from you." He kissed the inside of her ankle slowly and began working his way attentively up her inner thigh. "Tenele," he murmured. Her name was a pleasure just to speak. His Tenele. Maybe not quite his wife, but an admirer, a companion, someone who cared about him and forgave him in ways no one else could. He leaned forward and tasted her, wanted to share this affection with her. He wanted to kindle her from her core outwards. "Tenele," he moaned again, and lapped his tongue over her in slow, torturous swirls of pressure.

Tenele purred softly, snaking her hands down to curl in his short hair. She watched him unblinking as his tongue grazed her flesh, her name on his lips raising chill-bumps across her skin. "Mmm..." she hummed, settling back. Her legs curled over his shoulders, her feet propping on his back.

Her heart fluttered so fast she felt shivery from it. "Vlad," she whispered encouragingly to him. "My Vlad."

Vlad closed his eyes, his name on her lips rolled through him like a caress. Her Vlad. It felt so wonderful to be wanted, to be claimed. He thrust his tongue inside her and licked at her wetness. His hands slid firmly over her thighs and used them as leverage to draw his lips tighter against her. He lifted her hips gently, changing her angle so that she could watch what he was doing. He wanted to watch her. His ruby eyes glanced up to hers as he nibbled and licked, foggy with pleasure. He was where he belonged; where he existed to be.

Tenele moaned, clutching at the pillow her head rested on. She watched him through jade eyes, trying to think of a way to express how much she enjoyed it, to tell him without sounding silly.

She touched his head again, running fingers through the hair and curling them there. She moved her hips forward, groaning. "So good," she whispered. He was talented, well versed, and he knew her body better than she did. She only wished she knew him half as well.

The vampire savored her until he started to feel her body go taut and ready, tight against him and the fingers he's slipped inside her. He knew she couldn't handle what he was doing for much longer. He didn't want to stop. But he had other things he wanted to give to her before taking her there. He drew away with carnal restraint and sat up. His skin had a warm glow as he gaze on her breathlessly. He didn't ask permission to show himself to her. Not this time. He stood next to the bed and let the silky fabric of the Hajarian wardrobe he'd been wearing slide away from his body. He knelt back onto the bed and drew over her, kissing her lips. His body rested against hers as he explored her mouth.

Tenele's arms tangled around him and a leg curled over his. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She showed her appreciation for his attention in the way her tongue slid into his mouth to explore him. "I want to please you," she whispered, nudging his shoulders gently. "As you please me." She wasn't exactly sure what he liked, but she wanted him to know that she at least wanted to try.

Vlad followed the gentle pressure of her hands, unsure what she wanted to try. His body was tight, screaming for contact. He kissed her everywhere he could reach.

Tenele rolled him onto his back so he rested back against the silk sheets. She knelt next to his side, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders. Tenele kissed his lips, drawing up the courage she needed. She slid down the length of his body, kissing his chest. She nipped hard at his flesh, because she at least knew he liked that. Her lips dragged over his skin until she knelt between his open legs. Tenele took him in her hands gently, admiring his size.

Her gaze flickered to him as she lowered her lips to him. She licked his length like a cat, her fingers exploring his inner thighs. She tasted him, taking him inside her mouth. Her gaze lifted, seeking his approval.

I am enough, she thought, wanting to tell him that with the attention she provided his swollen member.

Vlad arched his back and twisted his head to the side. It felt so good he almost couldn't take it. Being on his back made him feel vulnerable, a left over side effect of Maxwell's treatments. By contrast, her carefully exploring mouth made him feel secure and loved. He wasn't sure what to do with the stark contrast, so he moaned her name in a sharp wash of desperation. "Yes..." he huffed. "Please take me."

Tenele wasn't sure if he was asking for more of her mouth, or for her entire body. She decided she wanted him to beg a little more clearly for what he wanted, so she sucked at him both tenderly and mercilessly. She loved the way he squirmed under her touch, and it wiped away any insecurities she might have had about what she was doing. Her hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she pleased him. She took a deep breath and brought him in as far as he could fit, moaning. She felt incredibly turned on, both from his attention earlier, but more so by how he reacted to her touch.