Heirot

Tenele smiled, turning her face into his hand. She pressed her hand to his and then drew it away to kiss his palm gently. "My husband," she mused. Tenele's free hand cupped Vlad's neck before sliding over the muscle of his chest, down the side of his ribs, and then back over the rippled surface of his abs. She leaned forward, kissing the skin of his shoulder gently, and then she trailed her lips almost unbearably light across his skin. Her free hand dared to wonder south. Tenele trembled, her father having given her a magic cure for the wound, but not the loss of blood. She knew she couldn't hide it from Vlad, and she knew that his predatory instincts would thrive on it, but she also knew that she was strong enough to enjoy this moment and she would prove it to him.

While her free hand had found something productive and tormenting, she wrapped her other arm around his neck and drew her naked body closer to him, nestling her face against the skin of his neck where she pinched him hard with her teeth.

"Be thankful, Lord Dracul, that you have a wife willing to spoil you," she snickered against his skin. It was a genuine ploy, but also a devilish way to temporarily distract him from her momentary weariness until he had reached a point where there was no turning back for either of them.

Vlad's instincts sharpened abruptly at the carnal sensation of her teeth on his skin. She knew which buttons to press on him. He turned his face in against her neck and pressed his lips to the warm pulse beneath her skin, licking it in a slow movement. He could hear her heartbeat flicker, almost taste it under his tongue as her body just barely faltered. Weakness.

A feeling of power jumped through him, and he carefully reined it in. "Are you strong enough?" he whispered against her neck.

Tenele nuzzled her nose against his skin, pressing her body into a smooth line with his. "I am," she assured him warmly. She leaned back to look him in his warm red eyes. "I promise." Her finger tips trailed over his cheek, and she leaned in for a kiss. "I will be damned if I miss this," she chuckled.

She was strong enough, because she wanted this more than anything at the moment. There was strength in wanting something that much.

Vlad smiled, wrapped an arm around her lower back, and laid her easily across the bed, pushing her backward as he came down over her. He kissed her, slowly and intimately, like he was trying to pour his soul into hers. His body tuned in to the sounds and smells of hers, until every heart beat and breath she took added to the merciless need starting inside him. He touched her in every place he knew to give her pleasure, drinking the heat off her skin.

He was in no hurry to let the sweet torture end. The more his body screamed at him, the longer he extended the game.

Tenele was tempted to liken his treatment to torture if it hadn't felt so good. His touch burned her like fire, and sent her over the edge. She grappled for a better hold on him, taking his face with her hands and guiding it to her lips. "Now," she pleaded against his skin, and if her words weren't enough her body became an open invitation.

Her jade green eyes flickered to meet his, so full of love and emotion, they sought out his soul.

Vlad's eyes flickered with need, exposed only to her. He leaned down over her until their bare chests slid against each other. Slowly, he aligned with her. Their joining sent his body screaming. He moved with her deliberately, slowly. A restless gasp pulled from his throat, protesting the firm control he was imposing over the situation.

Tenele moaned against the skin of his neck, dragging her lips across his flesh. She trailed her lips across his skin until she found his neck again and she bit down firmly. Tenele was playing with fire, given her current state. But, the coursing need made her care little for the dangers. She wanted him to let lose, she had no intention of holding herself back and she didn't want him to either. She trusted Vlad enough for that. Her nails dragged against the skin of his back, light and firm.

Vlad's instincts raged up and fought against his control. He couldn't stay calm while she was doing these things to him. While he was...

His body's rhythm rose along with her urgency. She was intoxicatingly warm, and her teasing was getting him in trouble. He pressed his lips firmly to hers, to avoid letting them wander off to more vital parts of her body. Her pulse dragged over him like hot water. He groaned and held her tighter.

The pace was fast, and her heart raced with it. A fleeting wave of dizziness seized her, and she turned her face from his kiss and pressed it against his shoulder. Her pulse jumped, and she moaned into his skin. She wanted this, like this... and at the same time she knew she wanted it to last all night. She wanted to repeat the act until she was to tired to leave the bed the next morning and she lay trapped with him in the comfort of his arms.

Tenele regained her composure and pressed her lips to his once more, drinking in his taste. Her body hummed with the oncoming fire. She clutched at him for dear life, her hand ran over his head and fisted in the hair that was there. She gasped his name, her husband's name, a breathless warning.

Her voice nearly ended his control. He felt perilously excited, and yet enormously moved, by the sound of his name on her lips. This wasn't just another escapade. This was Tenele, accepting him, forever, just by calling to him.

"Tenele," he moaned against her lips. He was beyond hope of extending himself any further. His whole body screamed with the thought of bringing her over the edge with him. His lips slid along her cheek, down to the base of her neck.

Tenele tilted her face away, exposing her neck more to him. She cupped the back of his head with her hand, pulling him in closer to her. She wanted to feel his power course through her, and more than anything the intimacy of his thoughts. She wanted to feel how much he loved her, wanted to know how good she made him feel, wanted to know him in and out forever and always.

"Please." Again she pleaded, and only he would ever know such a side of her. That her pride could stoop to beg, even if it was for something they both wanted. She felt that spark ignite in her. Tenele crossed the threshold and wrapped her legs like a vice around him, like she feared he'd escape.

Vlad wrapped his power around her even as she wrapped tighter around him. His teeth closed on her neck in a painless, ecstatic wash of heat. He almost lost his grip as the sensation ripped a sharp groan from his lungs. After that, most of his cries were inside his own head as his lips closed over the wound and drank her slowly. That didn't stop Tenele from hearing him, though. His senses opened up and drew her in, blending his thoughts with hers.

Tenele held onto him as the feeling washed through them both. She felt his pleasure compounded with her own. She could hear it like a song stuck inside her head. Her mind slowly became accustomed to his, and her body relaxed beneath him. Her legs stayed firmly locked around his hips, not wanting him to leave her just yet.

Tenele's fingers trailed light circles across his back, her other hand playing in his head. She kissed his neck and his shoulders, perfectly content with him there above her, in her... both mind and body. The knowledge that he was hers forever, brought hot tears to her eyes. "I love you," she whispered to him, her lips brushing the skin of his shoulder.

It felt like several minutes passed with them lying there together in tangled flesh. She rested her head gently back against the mattress, her beautiful silver hair fanned out around her head. "I want to do this again," she warned him with a half-sedated laugh. "I want you all night. All day. Forever."

Her heart raced within her chest, slowly calming in the aftermath. It wasn't its normal rhythm, but it wasn't unhealthy either.

Vlad smiled at her. "Be careful what you wish for," he murmured seductively.

He curled a finger through her hair, and thought of her. That was all it took. Only now, he could bring her along for the ride, all he wanted. "I can go all night," he whispered next to her ear.

Tenele swallowed, his words lingering in her mind. She could feel his thoughts, could feel that he wanted her again, and she knew well that he spoke the truth. He had that sort of stamina. She wanted him. Again. Now. Whether it was his need or own she couldn't put her finger on. She could still feel him lingering there inside.

Her breath fanned across his skin and shifted her hips against him. Her lips sought his. "Prove it," she murmured with a smirk. "I dare you."