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not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

      • The essential touch of his fingertips on her skin, which had then led to coffee that she knew he wouldn't drink just because of what he was, and there would be no effect on him drinking it anyway, and the way his hands had been gripping at the sides of her shirt as though even if he did want coffee he wanted a little something extra. There wasn't a thing within her telling her she didn't want it too, and that was how he managed to get his hands where they were, roaming the smooth skin of her body and occasionally sending chills up her spine with the cold skin of his fingertips. Finding the surprise in his mouth to be a pleasant one, judging by the way she didn't pull her lips away from his or for that matter stop her tongue from dancing across his. One of her legs raising softly, expertly this leg raised the hem of his own shirt, the warm skin of her calve settling against his lower back, her body now undeniably pressed against his.

        With her rear in his hands and one of her smooth legs wrapped around him, she could definitely feel one more thing that put vampires closer to the human world, smirking softly against his lips. Well, if we were to take a recap over the night, Dulce knew that many of the things that couldn't happen to him in regards to being a vampire, quite frankly would have happened if he were human. He would have A) been sweating like crazy, B) been a little bit chapped as far as his lips went, which as far as they were concerned right now, they were on that perfect scale, and C) probably not been in her apartment right now. Specifically with that idea of coming in for coffee. Well. Even if he hadn't gotten coffee in specific, at least he was getting the sugar for it.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
When one lived the life of a vampire as Tatcon did, one could only be thankful of the small deficiencies in the human condition that immortality erased, such as the sweat, the fragility and the biggest part for him was the gain of self-confidence and a personality which helped him somehow get into a desirable situation such as this. A situation that had his tasting the sweet lips and sensuous mouth of a young Spanish beauty who but a few hours before was walking the walk and talking the talk of the unattainable beauty, and here she was half naked in his hands. Sometimes things just worked out for the better when you put your mind to it.

That was why he gave a small smirk as well to her warm leg pressing against his lower back, slightly causing his hips to push forward a bit and press against her a little bit more strongly as tongue lustfully danced along with her own as fingers gave her behind a soft squeeze, before allowing nails and finger tips to move to run along her lower back and spine under the fabric of her shirt, and she might feel his flesh getting a little warmer, perhaps a little more flushed as the passion slowly started amping itself up between them, and as his hands continued to move along her spine, it would become apparent he would have her topless very soon.
 
      • If they were to wake up in her bed tomorrow morning and he were to say something smart assed in regards to what had happened, she would be the first to crack him in the side of his head, more so if his words came out in a way to go against her. Though doubting that because there were plenty of things to turn around and say back to him, Dulce's mind was on other, more important and currently in the present things. There could no longer be any denying it that the both of them wanted what was occurring now, and probably what was to come, her back arched and causing her full chest to press against his. The pressure between their bodies generating heat along the skin of her inner thighs, her skin tingling with the feeling of his nails and fingertips toying at her lower back, her own hands began their movement on his shirt, sliding over his broad shoulders.

        Reluctantly pulling her tongue away from his and her lips away from his as well, Dulce let out a soft breath of air against his lips, eyes still closed as her hands ventured down between them against his chest. Another soft breath of air against his lips and Dulce's hands were shifting up his chest, palms flat while they easily slid up his lukewarm body, her lips only an inch or so away from his while her hands subconsciously raised his shirt up. Pulling it off and over his head after moving her body back and away from his, half lidded eyes looking over his face with a mixture of emotions layered behind her pretty optics, hands again settling on the skin of his chest.
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One would hope that if they would wake up tomorrow, it would not be in the morning, or Dulce would find herself snuggling a pretty little pile of dust and piercings. Depressing, but at least she might be able to avoid the smart ass comments that were a regular product of Tatcon's mind. But like her his mind had made the point of remaining in the here and the now, because why would anyone not want to enjoy the product of their passion, and the lovely image (he believed) they were set to create as their bodies took their mind's away from rational thought and towards more seductive and enjoyable things.

Which was why he had taken the cue, and as she worked to remove his shirt, he wasn't long in doing the same to her, exposing her body completely whereas he had just been teasing in the club. Now he could see her almost completely bare, and though the desire was strong, he was too attracted to her lovely eyes, and the swirl of feelings which he could sense were laying behind them. Maybe that wouldn't be helped if she saw the continuation of his tattoos, tight swirling black vortexes of tribal designs crossing and accentuating the muscles of his torso which her hands were now passing over. His eyes had shifted to a deep blue that was once again bordering on purple as he grinned widely, running his hands slowly up her arms as he brought his lips back against hers passionately and firmly, as hands crested over her shoulders and onto her collarbone, with an obvious downward movement.
 
      • Figure only clad in underwear, she heard the sound of her shirt hit the ground softly, an odd trail of clothes beginning to form even though they had been in the same spot. Not that she quite minded, bangs brushing over her eyelids as she watched the color change in his eyes again, having seen this color before and knowing it could only lead to good things. It could easily be a toss up in regards to his tattoos, however, if she didn't like them, she would have already said something about them upon taking off his shirt, hm? Nails grazing down his skin and tracing along one of the designs on his chest just as that goofy grin fell on his lips, a soft laugh fell from her own full lips only to find his lips pressing back against hers. Hands now moving along the beginning of his dress pants, easily they found the button while her lips were occupied in returning the passion of his kiss, smiling against his lips as she knew where his hands were going.

        Her hand shifting the zipper down as her thumb moved against it, the female easily had teasing motives, letting her hand graze over the arousal contained within his boxers, while her opposite hand gently tugged at the elastic of his boxers. Hmm. All of this happening right on one of her kitchen's counter tops, setting that to the back of her head as something that she'd never thought would have happened on any circumstances. Ah well, it didn't too much matter, hand again tugging at the elastic while her other hand shifted between both of their bodies and against his length as well.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He couldn't repress the small grin that would pass over his lips as she played with the fasteners that kept his pants around his waist, and with those restraints removed the fabric fell away towards the floor quite quickly. As he felt her hand teasing his length over the soft fabric of his boxers, he couldn't help but have a similar thought to hers, the contemplation that if he had been asked where he and this lovely lady would have been by this time, he would have said walking their separate ways after a lovely little dance. Her hand a precious few inches from his member and his own teasing the curve of her breasts before stopping at the barrier of her bra was not an answer he would have come up with right away, but was a possibility he was more than eager to try and work towards. And look at them now...

After teasing the upward curve of her breast, hands would make the shift back towards her back, to work on dealing with the small hindrance to his plans to divide and conquer. It would only be a second and flick of index finger and thumb before clasp for her bra was undone, and hands would remove the fabric from her body, willingly dealing with the momentary interruption of her teasing touches to add it to the growing pile of clothes. With his lips tightly locked with hers, he would send tongue to again take a sweet taste of this Spanish delight, while hands, overzealous as they were, returned to the front of her torso, and gripped her breasts firmly, though not to a point of disrespect. He just had a joy for the curves of a woman, and these were no exception to the rule as he managed to subtly kick off his boots and remove his pants to add them to their list of conquered territories.
 
      • A possibility she damn sure would have shut him down for if he would have so plainly asked. No, she hadn't let him in her apartment just becaused he'd asked her for a cup of coffee, she'd asked him because of the way he carried himself, the aura that floated around him. She liked that. Besides the decent fact that he was oddly attractive for what it was worth. His hands, as well as her own, were working with a mission, not specifically one that needed to be rushed through, because it wasn't like they were on a time schedule, however there was a minor time schedule to get each other undressed. Not particularly a race, but more so the wanting to enjoy each other's skin, and for what it was worth, there went another comparison of how completely different they were. Her skin was pure, without a single tattoo, piercing, or awkward scar left from childhood that deserved a bit of explaining while his stood dipped in tattoos and piercings, the difference was night and day, and perhaps that was just one more thing that drew them together in the first place.

        Though, and this was off of sheer experience, stark differences make for damn good sex. Although, it would be a shame if a man who had lived for so many years failed as far as sex went. That being another thought tossed to the back of her mind, Dulce felt the bra release when he unbuttoned it, slack on the straps and sliding it off her arms a few seconds later. A soft breath of air being pushed into his mouth when his hands cupped and gripped her breasts, her own hands remained at his waist, or rather below as one of them ventured, only having one more article of his clothing to pull off his body. And evidently the same thing in his case, one of her hands letting her fingers shift under the elastic waistband of his boxers, there was more than a gentle tug in a teasing fashion this time. No, both of her hands hooked their fingers and pulled his boxers down, guiding them toward the floor and letting gravity do the rest of the work, her tongue let itself roam over his again.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Gravity. So damn useful sometimes. Within a second the boxers would be zipping down his legs to the floor, exposing a manhood that was above average, but still well within the realm of reasonable. There was no porn star bragging rights for Tatcon concerning that part of his body, it operated like any normal humans, triggered by stimulus (which she had provided more than enough of for him to be near full erection) and her lovely presence. Realistically, he had decided to pursue her from the same reason that she had allowed him to take chase, it all had to do with personality and that seemed to be something lost in the decadent nights of contemporary society. Not to say that he didn't take advantage of this fact on occasion, but there were times like this one which demanded a little touch of the 'old school' of seduction and word play, right down to just outright confidence and amusement.

And then it came to his awareness that he was now more naked than her, and that could not be accepted for any length of time. His plan now became a two fold process of amusement for him, and possibly her as he released her breasts slowly, and slid hands slowly down her untainted flesh to her hips, where he stepped back and brought her down from the counter, sliding hands from skin to fabric to swipe away her remaining underwear from her skin and to drop it to the floor effortlessly. He wouldn't be anywhere near as subtle as her however, and as he brought himself back to a standing position, one hand would slide along the inside of her leg from just below knee right up over thigh to settle on her warm womanhood as he stepped close to her once more and just grinned down at her deviously, eager finger wanted to investigate a little more, and doing so with shallow touches into her slit as a tease.
 
      • Knowing he would realize that he was nude while she wasn't a smirk appeared on her lips, her warm thighs holding him in his place between them, her leg having released him when she pulled his boxers away from his skin; Worthless fabric for the time being. Letting him pull her casually off the kitchen counter, she felt his fingers hook into her underwear on her way to the floor, she rolled her eyes at him as his hands easily slid them off her body. Though her underwear the last and final article of clothing to hit the floor in their odd trail of clothing items, she knew walking into her kitchen tomorrow morning that it would look as though they all dropped from the sky. Shivering softly though when his fingers trailed up her inner thigh as he rose himself to standing in front of him, hazel eyes looking up at him when his hand settled at resting just before her warm folds.

        Oh? He wanted to tease her now? It seemed as though there would be an ongoing game between the both of them, to pick at each other's senses and apparently neither one of them minded; Or rather, she knew neither one of them minded. The devious grin on his face leaving her to shake her head and let her warm face meet his chest, reaching back and un-clipping her tuggable length of hair, releasing the tresses and letting them fall over her upper torso and back. Tilting her head up and letting them settle against his, her own hand taking a stroke against his exposed erection, her warm hand gripping him just as her lips worked expertly against his. Smirking softly, even though his finger was doing a good job at toying with her, Dulce easily slid her body out from between his and the counter top, moving through the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder at him when she reached the opposite end before walking at a casual pace to her room, giving him the time to catch up.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Tuggable. That would be a description of her hair she might want to keep to herself for the moment, because Tatcon would be more than willing to take her up on it. As it was, the thought had been conjured in his mind away, thought up when he first saw her with her hair down back at the club, but such thoughts were never really vocalized, instead being saved for the amusement of where they were heading. He would let his eyes watch her lovely frame shift herself away from him before starting the walk towards her bedroom, and like an eager salesman he would follow along, making sure to stay relatively close to her because, well let's be honest, he wouldn't be happy tonight unless her warm body was between his hands, or wrapped around his waist.

He would have to take a look back at the spill of clothes left in the kitchen, and he smirked a little more widely as he looked forward again to see how she planned on presenting him to her bed, and to see whether or not he could put his own plans in motion. That was why he would ask his following question, like dipping a toe into an unknown pool of ecstasy. "Does a pretty little girl like you have aversions to being on her knees? I need to ask ahead of time so I don't make a fool of myself later." He asked with a little tone of teasing sarcasm working as an undertone to her words.
 
      • The expression on her face having only been had a minor 'Catch me if you can' - esque to it, as she was walking slow enough for him to do exactly that, feeling him come in close behind her without much of an effort to do anything else; No protest, no argument. Judging by his aura, he was all too happy to follow along, her bare feet hitting the floor without a sound as she turned into her equally wood floored bedroom, eyes dancing to the window she had closed the curtains of earlier. Not for the sake of voyeurism, although she had caught the man across the street taking a peek every once in a while, rolling her eyes at the thought of the half bald man even daring to give her more than a once over. Never in his soured life. Point blank. Smirking to herself because if her curtains had been opened, he would have witnessed the events to occur.

        Her hand reaching back and easily grasping on to his own, it was a tug that balanced between both gentle and forceful, pulling him around and letting him come into contact with her bed first, straddling his lap and letting the smooth skin of her stomach brush lightly across his chest. Her head tilting softly as her face hovered above his, her long hair brushed over the sides of his face gently, sticking out her bottom lip in a pouting, though equally teasing fashion. "But if I'm on my knees, how will you see my pretty little face completely?" She asked, her tone exposing that she evidently had no mind as far as being on her knees went, although it didn't hurt her in the slightest bit to pick at him when the opportunity arose; If he could do it to her, there was no excuse for her not being able to do it right back.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
She would be lucky that he moved so willingly, never really responding to tugs and pulls unless he felt in the mood for such antics, and with his vampire curse, she would have made more progress pulling on a lead pipe. However, he did go along, and smiled quite contentedly when he landed on her comfortable bed, made even more so by the presence of her straddling his lap. Hands would resume running nails down her spine as she hovered above him, the brushing of her stomach at his chest meaning he was at the perfect height to place a kiss in her cleavage, which he did happily. Listening to her speak, he would shake his head slightly, the first time he would do such an act instead of her.

"To appropriately quote a song, you'd look so much cuter with something in your mouth." He teased in return, knowing that such a statement might tread into the realm of crude, but what did it matter at a moment like this, with them naked together on her bed, her legs sitting on each side of his waist so seductively. No, in his mind this seemed like a very appropriate answer for the moment as one hand went up to her head and took hold of her hair, bringing her down for another of those lovely and tasteful kisses.
 
      • Fingers shifting through the red in his hair, curiously letting them follow the streak, she was only curious, though curious enough to ask about it later. Not now, smiling softly when his lips pressed between her chest, her skin tingled softly with the touch of his nails trailing down her spine, rolling her eyes when he shook his head with his face between her breasts; Probably involuntary, but that was beside the point. However, his words sparked an eyebrow to raise when he quoted the words of a song, if this had been earlier in the night, the chances of him getting out of that club without any sort of pain? Outrageous. Especially since she hated that song for having been told that more than just this one time. There was no shock to roam over her face though, as she had expected something smart assed to fall from his lips, shifting her lips down to his when his fingers gripped at her own hair.

        With this movement, it caused her hips to drop just slightly, the warmth of her arousal brushing against his erection, finding another shiver to move up her body, evidently this movement toying with the both of their senses. Letting her fingers slide away from his hair and against the skin of his broad shoulders, her head tilted softly within the kiss while a soft breath of air, comparable to a moan, fell from her lips at the feeling. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
His mind became distracted from the reason of his original statement, having been quickly lost in the feeling of her kiss and the entrapping feeling of her womanhood coming into contact with his member. It sent a small shiver down his spine as it did hers, and his arm around her midsection gripped her more tightly as he felt the exhale upon his lips and he couldn't do much to stop his tongue from reaching out and tasting her lower lip. Hand in her hair moved through the soft veil slowly, taking in the texture and sensation of it between his digits and so close to his face. The smell was overwhelming, just like how she had started to overwhelm pretty much all of his senses.

But soon the hand would depart, getting itself on to another mission. Tracing down the side of her neck, it would make a path over her collarbone, breast, stomach and hip before passing between her legs to reach his member as best he could between their bodies. With the other arm holding her still, he would bring length towards her warm folds, brushing tip along her warmth before raising hips just a bit to dip himself into her wetness with a soft gasp from his lips.
 
      • Pretty sure her father had died again in his grave, there was something inside her that told her that wasn't the drive for what was happening now. She had come to a point in believing there was something of a pull between the two of them, not to stay it had started at the club because it hadn't; She thought he was gay. No point in flirting with a man you suspected to be gay, that was a waste of time. Though whatever said pull was, it was keeping her body close to his and her warm body radiating against his might as well be room temperature frame. If there was ever a time where she hadn't thought such a thing during this entire night, Dulce found herself thinking such a thing now : She wanted him. And when his hand made the journey down her body, toying with her senses with his and easily figuring out where said hand was going, however it didn't stop her lips from taking in his tongue.

        Even though she knew where his hand was going, it was still a surprise to her body when his hips shifted and her folds felt him begin to spread her gently. 'Sweet mercy.' Her mind momentarily went blank, though the gasp that fell from his mouth causing her mind to come back to reality, Dulce's hips shifted again, her stomach moving over his chest as she slid her body down against his, which easily meant his erection disappearing inside her warmth. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He had made his intentions clear from the get go, albeit with a slight stumble by giving her the impression that he was a little gay boy who liked umbrellas in his drinks and faux lazy stares to try and attract the attention of someone worth while. But that was just what his movements had dictated, but the desire she was feeling now was something he had wanted since he saw her dancing..he wanted her as well, and as stated before, it was the challenge she was bound to put up that made him more than happy to see this chase through until the very end. And look where they were now.

Nerves were firing softly with ecstatic zeal as he felt her lower her sweet warmth down onto him, and his hips were more than happy to drive up as much as they could and meet her, making his length disappear completely into her. It was worth all the effort, her slickness surrounding him in a lovely sensation that made him release a small little moan of contentment that echoed in their kiss. Pierced tongue was all to eager to taste her a bit more as freed hand joined his other which had moved to her hips, moving along with the rhythm of her body to take her on and off his erection in a slow pace to start.
 
      • Pulling her nails gently up his back in teasing the senses of touch along his skin, it was amazing, but not to the point of causing a stammer, that their bodies seemed to instantly begin moving in a rhythmic fashion. Though in the meantime, apparently for the both of them it was the satisfaction of such contact between her innerfolds and his erection, hands sliding up when her rear settled in his lap. Not settling there for long as their bodies again began to shift, again the rhythm was brought back and in a moment's time, the slow pace was created without any hesitation. She could feel her warmth beginning to tighten around him, causing her nails to gently grip at the skin of his shoulders, her tongue brushing against the metal in his mouth, her body shivering lightly while a moan of her own fell into his mouth.

        This was not the club, and this was not how she had intended to end her night. No, she would have gone home, and probably fallen asleep on the couch watching some portion of the news, hearing about someone who had gotten shot in a WHOLE state over from this particular one. Not that she didn't switch it up every now and then and invite a man in her home, she hadn't particularly invited a man in her home that was like him, not even close. Dulce didn't exactly mind, especially when she wound up sitting on her kitchen counter; Damn sure didn't have a problem with it then, just like she didn't have a problem with it now. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He was glad that he could cause such a positive shift in her plans, and be one of the first 'interesting' men who she had invited into her home. And he was glad he pursued her to this point, because an experience like this was not something he would want to give up, not in the least. Especially as his nails dug into the skin of her hips firmly, taking a bit of control for her speed away as he increased the pace on which he was sliding in and out of her tight, warm womanhood. It truly was an experience worth the work and attitude, and at this rate he might not even try and run away once the experience was over.

Slowly his lips broke away from her kiss, and pierced tongue decided to go after another target, her breasts. Kissing around them as best he could with her movement, lips would not take too long to catch her nipple, as warming tongue flicked along the sensitive skin lightly, albeit at a quick pace. The image in his mind made him quite the bit more happy as his hips rocked a bit more to push his length a bit deeper and harder into her lovely seductiveness.
 
      • Hands settling against the skin of his shoulders, her fingers spread gently and gripped his skin with each time her body found itself moving back up his length, the contact between their bodies evidently crucial at this point. It wasn't long before her body had begun moving at his pace, however with such a thing being known, Dulce's body took the first step in going over his increased pace, during the time that he slipped up and went for her breasts. Not that she minded, a set of moans making its home within her warm mouth, having even pushed into his during the time they had been kissing. Of course, in the back of just about every woman's mind during an event like this, was knowing that she would probably wake up alone in the morning.

        For the sake of being a vampire, he wouldn't be there. For the sake of being a man, he still probably wouldn't be there. And if he was? What a pleasant surprise, nothing she was really hoping for because she figured that the both of them knew that this was probably the end of his so called 'hunt'. Figuring it was a lot easier to just go ahead and come to terms with it, Dulce shook it off the top of her mind when his hips began working with her again, rather quickly actually, causing a soft smirk to form over her full lips; Best to live in the present, right? [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Living in the present was a philosophy that Tatcon had adopted eons ago because, as a vampire, it was easy enough to fall into a depression centered around the realization that you would live forever, longer than anyone you may ever love, and that you will always be at best a pariah because of your nocturnal bend, or at worst hunted for your life because of who you are. Her father, and the person following them earlier in the evening were clear indications of this. So, why not pick something as basic and enjoyable as the sensation of warm, smooth skin beneath your fingers and the thrill of a harmless 'hunt' to make each day more worth living for than contemplating the annoyance of his immortal situation and what was to come in the future.

So he would slowly release her breast from his mouth's grip and look to her again, scanning her thoughts through her eyes as the rapid movements of her hips pushing into his drove him deeper into a world of unique ecstasy. The desire and sensuality that she portrayed was unendingly satisfying, and once again, he was glad that he had followed through with hunting her down. Slowly he would slide them to the edge of the bed, and taking advantage of his inhuman strength, he would take a hold of her thighs, just below her behind and stand up, still maneuvering his member into her as he stood, just wanting a new, different position that was not always easy to pull off when you're 'just' human.

Hey, there had to be perks to being a vampire.
 
        • Now, she wasn't the sort of woman to compare her sexual escapades between men unless they were actually horrible before even getting to bed her. However, this was a completely different situation, the woman making the decision in her head that once this was finished, this was probably the end of his hunt. Despite him not seeming like the sort of young gentlemen, it was only a matter of looking out for how this would eventually turn out, knowing he of course wouldn't be there in the morning, beyond the fact that he was a man, but because he was a vampire. The color in her eyes staring down at him just as his eyes looked up to meet hers, feeling the shift of his body as he moved beneath her to the edge of the bed.

          As it seemed, once his feet hit the ground again, the male sat up and made sure to hold onto her as he lifted them both from the bed. Hair falling over one side of her face, Dulce's smooth legs gently crossed at the ankles behind him, the soft flesh of her cheek set against his jaw as the young woman's moans again began to fill the room. Her warm flesh pressed against his, again there was another note of contrast taken, not that she minded as she hadn't minded before and there was no reason to suddenly care now, one of her hands shifting away from his shoulders and into his hair.          [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Her contemplations would have driven him mad in this scenario, thoughts of the after glow while the act was still on-going didn't appeal to the amourous vampire in the least. However, the thought had crawled into his mind about what he would do come the rising of the sun. He was assuming she was thinking he would disappear, and maybe given what has been happening, and what was happening now, him leaving was the best alternative. But when her warm, silky legs wrapped around his waist (a personal favourite for him) he couldn't help but want to stay. Perhaps he was yearning for second helpings, maybe there was something in the spice this girl possessed that gave him that thought. Or maybe it was just the attraction and hormones talking for the moment, and how he would want to keep the sweet moans coming from her soft lips until the end of time.

Maybe it was that sensation that moved him towards the wall, pinning her against it as he continued to hold her above the ground, starting to slam into her with a little bit more force that even he was expecting for the moment. Another case of attractions and hormones, and unless she protested he wouldn't stop, because her unending mortal warmth felt more natural than anything he had experienced in a while, she sounded like heaven and felt like a blanket, and her womanhood around his member was more stimulating than any sensation he had felt in centuries.

To hell with worrying if he would stay or go...for now, it was all about them and now.
 
      • Regardless of such facts of what could happen later on, the young woman's mind had decided to take a different route, if you could consider it taking a route at all. Her mind was in bliss, and she could feel the wonderful sensation of his skin rubbing against hers, and though his skin was tempermentally cooler than hers, it didn't leave a chill in her bones. Whether or not he was a vampire, skin was still skin. Just as his touch was still that of a man, truthfully not a regular man or else he wouldn't be anywhere near this point, and hers was that of a woman. And sure, it was rather easy to have a man reach out and touch your leg or a woman to run her fingers through your hair, but this was a completely different situation. And obviously, the both of them realized that.

        Again she could feel him moving, her back now pressing against a space on her wall, the woman's legs remained wrapped around his waist, only to have him move in and out of her harder. The hand that had made its comfortable place in his hair gripped just slightly, her warm thighs keeping him rocking back and forth against her, breathing out gently against the side of his face. Dulce was growing closer and closer to an orgasm, experienced before but not exactly like the one that was beginning to move toward her, hand gripping at his shoulder gently, nails scratching at his pale skin and easily leaving marks. Legs still meeting at her ankles, the young woman found herself moaning out again against the skin of his jaw, another tug of his hair exposing the truth of how close she was getting.        [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Climax. Now that wasn't a thought that had been near Tat's mind before he had felt her grip dig into his shoulder, and her hand taking a tighter hold of his hair as he kept the strong rhythm between them. No, he was too wrapped up in all the sensations that the two of them created in this environment, and then he thought of them as individuals. The descendant of a vampire hunter now seemingly moments away from orgasm in the arms of a true blue vampire, a real demon of the night. The thought of that reality coming back to him caused a wide smile to come across his lips as best it could, given the moans that were also escaping him at the moment.

Maybe it was that thought, that idea of a conquest that had started to push his sexuality towards its release. He was now riding on a hairline trigger, knowing that he was on the cusp of scoring a huge point for vampirekind as a whole, the ravaging of a beautiful young daughter of a infamous (or famous, depending on your point of view) vampire hunter who had, in the past, dogged Tat like the monster he was. Now he was an entirely different monster, and as the quickening of her pulse rushed into his ears, he knew that the moment he felt her womanhood tightening under the pressures of her climax, he would be a goner as well. That was why he shifted and bit into her neck, his breeds natural fangs breaking her skin just a marginal bit so he could taste her hot, oxygen enriched blood as the two of them soared into their ecstatic night sky. Sustenance was not that name of this game he now played, no, for him it was a matter of intimacy, for those girls who truly made an impact on him would be the ones he would taste as no other man could, and Dulce was to be no exception. Indeed, she was a new benchmark in his mind as he made the last few pounding thrusts into her to try and rush them both off into the deep end of their sea of pleasure.
 
      • There were certain properties in being around person that let you know when someone was doing one thing while they were doing something else. She could feel his lips curve into a smile, but she wasn't at all going to question it, because if she had to, she would point out the sounds that came out afterwards. Yeah, she gave him good reason to smile like that. Again, there wasn't enough time for either of them to speak or come to the point of making a coherent sentence whether they wanted to or not, her hand again re-gripping him, nails scratching and finally digging at another part of his cool skin. History between either of them, regardless of it obviously going back to even her father, had already long crossed and left her mind's frontal train of thought, not because of the hereditary sense. No, instead it had been creeping toward the back of her mind upon telling him in the first place that she was the daughter of a slayer, among a few other things, but because he continued to come around regardless. He could have easily left and not been waiting on the sidewalk when she came out, so simply actually, and maybe that was where things began again.

        Soft skin of her back pressed against the wall, when she woke up the next day, she would mentally question if she'd had sex like that before. Probably not, and as flexible as she was, it was such a shame. It was another subconsciously hard pull of his hair and grip at his shoulder that the young woman found a sharp tingle wash over her, closing her once half lidded eyes now. It was apparent that Dulce had reached her climax, back arching and her legs seeming to wrap tighter around him, feeling the sensation of him pulling blood away from the bite he had created. Generally, the young woman would have decked him in his temple, regardless of the possibilities of her hitting the ground with him, though her mind was fogged in a mixture that was the majority of her orgasm, her chest rising and falling.        [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
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