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Ellyn nodded, though she was a bit taken aback by Kaura's request. Of course, she told herself, it must have been a long few days for Lady Kaura. "Yes of course, Lady Kaura," she said, turning down one of the hallways they passed and heading back up towards the ladies living quarters. "I'm sorry I didn't take you to your room earlier, but I'm afraid it wasn't quite ready."

They stopped in front of an oak door with iron hinges and a lock. "I believe this one is yours, Lady Kaura. The maids have come in and made up your bed, but if you need anything the attendants are just down the hall that direction," she pointed as she spoke, "They can get you any gowns you require or help you brush out your hair." She paused and then blushed a little, pointing in the opposite direction, "My room is just around that corner, my lady, and I would be happy to help, should you need anything in particular."

She pushed open the door into a well lit room on the Western side of the castle (evident by the fact that the sun was fading behind trees in the window view. There was a large bed, covered similar to Viktor's, except that there were down quilts instead of the animal skins that adorned his. Along one wall was a vanity with drawers and a well polished mirror. The walls were decorated with tapestries of the forests and fields of the surrounding countryside, and candelabra's adorned the walls to provide lights in the evening. There was even a single small armchair that one could sit in.

"I'll call an attendant to help you dress, Lady Kaura," Ellyn said, then curtseyed politely and left the room to go get a maiden.

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In the main tower of the Palace, Viktor helped the young page set everything in order. There was plenty of firewood to keep the night's chills out, and a bottle of thirty year old wine from the cellar with goblets and a tray of fresh fruit and cheese laid out. He knew that she probably wouldn't be hungry when he brought her here, but they had all night. He'd made sure that the linens were changed and only the softest furs were still on the bed. Fresh flowers, blood red roses that he found both appealing and appropriate were the dominant theme in the room's decorations now. The page had found all this quite curious, but had asked no questions. Although his suspicions were that some local girl from town had caught Viktor's eye and had accepted an invitation to spend the night.

He certainly wouldn't have been the first man in town to have visited the tavern found more than willing wench, especially considering Viktor's personal wealth. Oddly though, this would be the first time the page had ever heard of Lord Viktor acting so. Perhaps a sudden desire to sleep with flowers was just another oddity of his Lord's, like the fact that he seemed to practically disappear some nights, despite the fact that no gate guard ever saw him leave.
 
Kaura wanted time to think over exactly how to deal with the Vampire lord. He had every advantage in this situation, which made it all the more exciting. Like starting a game of chess with peices on your side missing, which she had no complaints about.

She did manage to keep her attention on the young lady as she explained the layout. Kaura's lips turned up into a slight smile as she struggled not to shake her head in wonder. Maids to brush her hair? To help her dress and undress? Were the ladies of the castle children in need a mother to make sure their faces were clean?

She couldn't protest though, it was not within hethe role she was now confined to. So she dipped her head again, smiling at Ellyn as she pointed out her room, a curious flush on her cheeks. "I would like that." She told the girl quietly, "Another night perhaps. I fear the trails of the day have worn me quite thin."

The room did look like a wonderful place to spend the night. A bed large enough for several people to rest comfortably on, and a thick quilt to keep out the cold. Yes, it might had been a comfortable night here, but utterly boring to her. But tonight... Win or lose it would prove to be an interesting evening indeed.

"Yes, thank you Miss Ellyn." She told the other woman absently as she hurried away to get the maids. Within just a few minutes the room was a bustle, and Kaura was planning her chagragn night. Her nightgown, a satany white that glowed next to her skin, would likely appeal to Lord Viktor, she mused. It was a careful bit of planning on her part, red was far too secuctive, pink was suggestive, blues green and grey hues did not suit the night... But the purity of white was perfect. The dress itself was simular to her deathgown, but of a finer cut, moulding to her body nicely, but not nearly as revealing as the last was.

One young woman suggested tieing back her hair for the night, but Kaura shook her head. She prefered it loose, the shining deep blue locks flowing down her back in loose waves.


Finally, after nearly an hour of preperation, the maids left, and Kaura swung the heavy door closed, locking it securely. She paced the floor nervously for a few minutes, her stomach knotting as she went over the plan again in her mind. When she was confident again, she walked to the window, and pushed it open, looking out at the blood red skyline as she waited for her Vampire Lord to come.
 
He stood motionless as he watched the sun sink slowly behind the far away hilltops, musing on the fact that even as an immortal the past often seemed to have happened far too quickly, and the future often felt all too close at hand, but the present always seemed an eternity. It made him realize exactly how much Kaura seemed to have affected him over a simple day. He'd not felt or thought like this in far too long. The great problem with being undead was the long stretches of time in which nothing interesting seemed to happen, leaving one feeling simply dead.

He left his room a bit early, scampering out of the window while a few rays of light were still visible over the horizon. The castle had secret passageways that few knew about, but he felt like being in the open air. He climbed along the tower walls, leaping onto the shingled roof of the keep and lightly running over the top of the dining hall. Moving at full tilt, he jumped from the main building to the far towers of the women's dormitories, a jump so long that it often felt like he was momentarily flying.

His fingers caught stones in the wall and he shimmied around the outside of the wall until he came near a window. Sniffing the air, he identified the room as Ellyn's. Carefully, he climbed over the opening to avoid attracting the girl's attention and sidled over to the next room. This one unmistakably bore the scent of an elf, Kaura's vaguely wild air. He climbed to the top of the window and turned so that his head faced the ground. Slowly he edged forward until his head appeared in the top of her window. "Good evening, Miss Kaura," he said in the same velvety tones she'd heard earlier.
 
It felt like eternity to her, as she considered all the possibilities for the night. She even wondered what 'winning' would be in this situation. Would it be leaving his room still pure? To show him her honor? Certainly that, there was nothing else she could possibly want from this encounter.

She couldn't calm the churning of her stomach, a nervous fluttering as she watched the sun disappear over the horizon. She almost stood to padce once more when she heard a very slight noise, and she forced herself still, her nervous expression melting into calm once more. "Good evening, Lord Viktor." She responded with a nod of her head.

She stood slowly and stood, meeting his eyes with an even gaze that did not betray the confusing emotions that where overwhelming her. "Are you ready to begin our game, my lord?" She asked with a smile.
 
"Most ravenously, Miss Kaura," he said with a smile and then with a tone of mock apology and a broad smile added, "Ah... forgive the figure of speech. I suppose that's rather a threatening way for a vampire to convey his enthusiasm."

With a smooth, lurid motion, he swung down from the wall and in through her window, landing near her and stretching to his full height. He moved near her and let his hand lightly stroke her cheek. Eager as he was to whisk her away, he could not help but feel a tugging desire that demanded satisfaction right now. He leaned forward, his face inches from hers, and tilted his head lightly to the side, moving in until his lips were a mere speck of distance from hers. His breath fell softly against her lips and cheeks. Any movement would have planted his lips to hers, but he did not stir, maintaining the tiny boundary of air between their skin.

In a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke, "Am I still in need of securing this woman's permission to tread lightly upon her kiss?"
 
She smiled slightly, half thinking he choose his words carefully in order to fluster her. It didn't though, if he wished to consume her, he could have done so the night before with no chance of reprocussion. Here and now, the chances of being drained here so slight it hadn't even crossed her mind until his mock apology.

He swung in easily, and she watched his every movement with interest, her eyes never leaving his even as he stood at full height, which was a good bit taller than she was. His hand carressed her cheek, as he moved in close, his lips enticingly close to her own. She couldn't help but to remember the kiss they had shared, how dispite her struggling and protest it had been very pleasurable indeed.

"The inncence of my lips has been taken." She whispered back, "Anymore kisses we may exchange at our will." And with the last word she leaned forward slightly, tilting her head as her lips met his softly, and she moved into the kiss, slow and tender.
 
Tingles ran lightly along his skin as he felt her press her lips into his. His arms slid around her, drawing her into an embrace that was both soft and, because of where his hands were placed along her back, hungry. One of his hands slid from the small of her back slowly up her spine until he was cradling her head, his fingers running appreciatively through the gorgeous blue locks of her hair.

His lips tensed against hers as he pulled her gently against him and felt her heart beating quickly in her chest. This time, however, he let himself go. His eyes closed and his kiss became more passionate as the mixed desires for her blood and her touch boiled up inside of him. He let his lips curl back and his fangs brush against her as they kissed. The sensation made him sigh audibly with excitement and pleasure. Then, slowly and carefully, his lips parted and his tongue softly skimmed over her mouth, asking for entrance as his breath fell heavily and hotly on her cheek.
 
Hi kiss was amazing, Kaura could feel her pulse rising, a flush in her cheeks as her eyes drifted closed. His powerful arms encircled her, drawing her in as he added passion to her soft and gentle kiss. Her own arms wrapped around him, pulling him in close as he drew close to her.

She knew this was a bad first move for her. If she wanted to walk away pure... But a part of her didn't care, feeling his fangs brush against her lips in a way that sparked excitement, her pulse racing even faster. His hot breath fell on her cheek as she felt his tongue brush over ler lips, almost begging them to open for him. She parted her lips almost eagerly, letting his tongue enter her mouth, and she danced with it, moaning ever so softly as her body melted to his completely.
 
As he felt her start to yield, her body pressing into him, he started to pull away. He parted his lips from her and held them tantalizingly close to hers, then his arms pulled themselves from around her and he stepped back from her. His face twisted into a challenging, teasing grin. There were no gloating words, but his eyes said it all. He obviously knew he was winning, but he couldn't hide everything behind a smug facade. Behind the smiling, taunting black eyes, swirling lust was brewing in flames.

As he had not drunken recently, his cheeks were unable to flush, but there was no mistaking a heat that seemed to roll off of him. He gave her a confident wink and asked, "Shall I carry you away to my chambers now, or are you going to concede defeat right here on your own bedding, Lady Kaura?" When he used the word 'Lady' as her title, his tone subtly changed. He had thought he picked up on the fact that she didn't like the noblewoman exterior she was keeping up, and he took the opportunity to see if he could tease her further.
 
She was just giving into the kiss, evbery fiber of her melting to him, enjoying the embrace, the sensations... When he pulled away. She straightened quickly, her breath a little quick. She watched him, the smug and lusty gaze in his eyes enough to draw heat into her face, flushing a deep red as she struggled to compose herself.

His words were enough to make her bristle slightly. She should have rejected the kiss, should have simply asked for the game to start, but it had, and her first move was a poor one. That didn't mean she was ready to give up just yet though, and she smiled back, her eyes flashing in the low light, eager, compeditive. "You have not won yet, Lord Ravenmoore." She told him, the formal title a small bit of revenge for him calling her lady, and walked towards him, stopping a helf step away, to keep either of them from being termpted by her boldness. "Let us go to your chambers. We will see who wins this game there."
 
It was only there for a short moment, but she certainly had to have seen the corner of his mouth twist just a little as his grin broadened. She was absolutely invigorating.

"Very well," he said with mock disappointment. He closed the small distance between them and she felt herself being lifted quickly off the floor and just as quickly being tossed lightly over his shoulder. Any other being with his strength and speed would have caused her to be flung like a rag doll lifting her like that, but he had managed to make it gentle. He paused for just a moment, looking at the woman thrown over his shoulder and very seriously considered giving a quick spank to the lovely looking bottom that was covered by the soft thin material of her nightgown.

In the end he settled for a sort of appreciative grunt of approval at the sight, which he wasn't sure she caught, and said "We're off then, Miss Kaura." He took a few steps towards the window and added, "If you have a fear of heights, I highly suggest you close your eyes rather tightly."

Without further warning, he swung out of her window and grabbed onto the stone wall, starting to clamber over tower wall, heading in the direction of his own window.
 
He seemed to be enjoying himself, if the slight quirk of his lips into a satisfied grin was any indication. She held bacck her own excitement, a task easy to accomplish as he blurred in her vision, and her found herself lifted onto his shoulders. Surprisingly enough, it didn't feel anymore uncomfortable than if he had slowly laid her over him.

She was almost certain that he was taking his time to view her bottom through the thin material of her nightgown, but she pretended not to notice. His grunt, low and almost inaudible, was harder for her to ignore, but she pressed her lips together and forced herself to remain quiet as he leaped from her window.

She wasn't afraid of neights, but the shock of it made her eyes go wide for a moment, and she clutched his shirt tightly for a brief moment as he scaled the tower wall. Again, she stayed silent to not attract attention, though her heart pounded wildly in her chest at the prospect of what might happen next.
 
He felt her grip onto his shirt and smiled. It was always nice to be held onto by a woman, even in this context, and it made him feel as though she trusted him at least a little. He headed for the roof of the tower, deciding that he wanted to see if she would panic. As his feet touched the shingles, he leaped.

They were soaring through open air, the ground far beneath them as they covered the distance between the women's tower and the main building. It seemed to last for ages, though it was just a short moment, then his feet caught the roof over his court lightly and he was running quickly over the slopes. Once again they left any sort of footing as he jumped again, though this was mercifully shorter. His fingers caught stones again and he climbed deftly up to his own window, stepping into his chambers and setting her lightly on the ground, careful to lend his arm to her still as he wasn't sure whether or not she might be woozy.

All around her, the moonlight and firelight caught the deep red roses that adorned the room, and the tray of fruit, wine and cheese mixed it's aroma with the flowers.
 
After a few moments her grip loosened on his shirt, and she watched in interest as he scaled the tower walls. He was more graceful then an Elf, she concluded, but not so much so that she didn't think it possible the way he ran easily from one foothold to the next. She was impressed, true, especiaqlly when he ran to the edge of the roof. She knew what would happen next, and indeed she clutched his shirt firmly as he leaped through the air, soaring off the rooftop to land on the other side, still moving. This time her fingers didn't unclench, pulling at him slightly as he leaped again, the only obvious sign of her discomfort.

They finally arrived, and he set her down onto the ground with a gentleness she did not expect. She gripped his arm lightly for a moment, letting her head settle, before looking around. Her eyebrows rose slightly, and she could feel the loud thump of her heart deep in her chest. It looked like he was certainly ready to seduce her, and for the first time since she took the wager, she honestly felt like she might lose. "It is lovely." She said softly, moving to one of the roses, it's fragrance filled the room with a pleasant sweetness, and she smiled slightly at Lord Viktor. "Surely you know I will not give into you over some freshly cut blooms?" She half teased, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards in amusement.
 
There was something in her eye as she spoke that told him he was doing well so far. Her words were still somewhat defiant, still playing this delightful game. His answer was soft and suggestive and his amused smile matched hers, "Unfortunate that. I suppose that I shall have to rely on charm then."

He moved around her, his movements languid and smooth, and took up the bottle of wine and a goblet, filling it half way and holding it out for her. "Won't you join me in a little refreshment, Kaura. You must keep your strength up, after all, since you're so intent on thwarting my advances," there was a small hint of sarcasm in his voice as he spoke, as if he doubted her resolve was so unshakable.

He looked over her properly now in the light of the room. She was more than beautiful; she was ravishing. It was difficult for him not to stare, and he could feel arousal starting to flow through him, threatening to break his concentration and patience. To break the chain of events his body was creating, he took one of the roses from a nearby vase and stepped behind her, pulling his eyes away from her as he did so. He felt the cool night air from the window and it soothed the flames behind his eyes a little.

Slowly again, to avoid startling her, he moved up behind her and ran the soft petals of the rose along her partially exposed shoulder and neck, leaning his lips in close to her ear to whisper. "I cannot tell you how you affect me, Miss Kaura. It would be impossible to describe without calling it some sort of enchantment," his voice cooed in her ear. He ran his fingers through her hair, exposing her neck. Her veins were clearly visible and he purposely ran the rose across the lightly throbbing line. His lips followed the path of the petals, kissing her right on the vulnerable skin. "You are not, I hope, a witch or enchantress?" he asked playfully, his breath falling hot on her neck, purposely directed to flow down to the front of her nightgown.
 
His tone was soft and confident, as though he had every intention to win, which she supposed he did. He moved around the room slowly, slow enough for her to follow him with her eyes as he filled the goblet with the sweet wine, and pluck a rose from its vase. His eyes roamed over her, and made a shiver run along the length of her spine, a pleasant tingling under his attentive gaze. Never in her memory had any man looked at her with such desire and want, and she could almost see the lust burning in his eyes.

She looked over his as he moved forward as well. His handsome, strong fce seemed almost unnaturally attractive in the low light of the room. His lean body, well sculpted from centuries of his preditory lifestyle, was hinted at well through his clothing. He was an handsome man, she concluded at last, as he moved behind her.

The soft petals of the rose made her shiver again and he kissed the line over it. She didn't seem the least bit shaken by having a vampire kiss along her throat, right above her vien. Her slightly quickening pulse had more to do with how his cool lips danced over her, his hot breath a wonderful contrast as it fell over her shoulders and down the front of her nightgown. "I am no more of an enchantress than you are, my lord." She whispered, forcing her tone even. "You are not using spells to seduce you, are you Lord Ravenmoore?"
 
He chuckled in a whisper as she suggested that he might be the one using spells. It was encouraging, as it tipped him that she was feeling seduced, and he wondered whether it was deliberate on her part, urging him on. "Would that I had such powers, Miss Kaura," he said softly against her ear. He wrapped his arms slowly around her waist, like two serpents coiling slowly over her, and pressed his chest up against her back. He continued, "For if I did, there are so many things I would ask of you."

For a long moment, he simply breathed on the back and sides of her neck. He took in the wonderful scent of her blue locks and marveled at the way they cascaded over her fair skin. Finally, he moved his lips near her ear again and lightly let his tongue flick once or twice over the soft skin of her earlobe. "No, my dear, unfortunately I must use temptation and suggestion. Quite natural tools, though I don't downplay their effectiveness," he finished, then gently raised her goblet hand up to her shoulder to sip a little of her wine, moving the cup then to her own lips.

His chest heaved lightly against her, causing her own body to sway a tiny distance with each of his breaths. She could feel his admiring eyes wandering over her shoulders, and his hands slid from her stomach to caress the sides of her hips, taking serious liberties.
 
She shouldn't be letting him get this close, her mind screamed. His arms encircled her gently, holding her close to his body as her spoke softly against the shell of her ear. She tensed slightly to the sensation, her eyes widening a degree as he flicked his tongue across her sensitive earlobe. A small moan, almost silent, echoed from her slightly parted lips.

He raised the goblet, taking a short sip before pressing the cup to her own lips. She sipped slowly, tasting the bitter sweet liquid as it flowed down her throat. It pulled away slowly as he carressed her. "I do not drink often." She admitted, never having more than a sip or two every few years.

Her hand moved over to cup his lightly, bringing it back up to her mid stomach, and she held it there lightly. "Now now my lord, let's not get ahead of ourselves." She chuckled lightly, looking over her shoulders at him. The teasing confident light still shined bright in her eyes, but behind it lit a deeper desire, a swirling lust she could not hide completely.
 
A single silvery-blonde eyebrow was raised as she pulled his hand away with a teasing rebuke. He was absolutely certain he'd heard a moan escape her. His mouth returned to the familiar smug smile. He locked eyes with her as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. Slowly, he slid around her until his face was close to hers, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved. His hands found new homes at the small of her back and he gently pulled her to him. As his body started to press close to her, the goblet in her hand was trapped between them, nestling between her breasts as if trying to protect her from his advance.

"Then perhaps we should go backwards a little instead," he mused, his lips inches from hers and his black eyes dancing with firelight and passion, reading for the signs of shared interest in hers and looking satisfied that they'd found what they were looking for. "For instance, perhaps we should return to where we were in your chambers," he said in a voice so low that a human woman wouldn't have heard him. And with that, he pressed his lips to hers, drawing her into another kiss, his arms embracing her, his body trapping one of her hands between them as it pressed itself into hers.
 
He heard her, she was sure he did based on the way he smirked, confidant smug again. He moved around her slowly, his eyes locking onto hers as he moved to face her, his body pressed to hers, trapping the wine between them. Her breath caught for a moment and she stared at him, her lips slightly parted as if expecting what he would do next.

And there it was, he moved in tantilizingly close, his lips almost brushing her as his soft voice barely reached her. She let out a satisfied sigh as he pressed his lips to hers, and her eyes difted closed again. She was honestly enjoying these small bits of submission in the game, the teasing and passionate kisses he had to give her. Her body pressed to him once more, melting against him as best she could with her arms pinned tightly between them.
 
His hands ventured upwards as he kissed her, caressing the back of her head and shoulders. He advanced forward, pressing himself on her and pushing her gently backwards until he had her pinned against the wall. Lips parting, he let his tongue swipe softly over her lips invitingly and imploringly, seeking entry into her mouth. His chest pressed against hers and his hips rocked forward, though he was careful not to press the front of his trousers into her just yet.

His tongue danced provocatively against hers as he let his passion start to truly flow into her lips. His fingers entwined into her hair, allowing him to move her head gently to meet every move of his lips. Letting go a little further, he let his fangs brush against her, shuddering slightly at the wave of excitement it sent coursing through his being. It wasn't until he was sure he could feel her body responding to him, melting into him, that he pulled his chest away enough to un-pin her arms. with a single finger he managed to balance the goblet and set it down on a nearby surface, never breaking the kiss. When her arms were free to move, free to respond, he pressed himself again into her, her body caught between his and the warm stone wall.
 
She could feel his hands roaming across her, pulling her close as he led her back, pressing her gently to the wall. She parted her lips for him as he pressed close to her, letting his sweeping tongue enter into her mouth. She could feel his every movement, and while she knew it was the worst move, she didn't protest, and didn't try to pull away.

He gently pulled the goblet from her trembling fingers, pulling away just enough to set the cup away before he pulled her close again. Her arms cautiously surrounded him as well, drawing him in close as they kissed. Her head tilted slightly as she kissed him, deeply and full of lust and passion, until finally she broke it, turning her head away slightly. By now a rosy flush had entered her cheeks, staining them a deep pink. Her face held an expression of pent up lust, something she tried to hide by keeping her eyes cast downwards. "I wont be such easy prey." She said in a breathy tone, though she glanced up at him once, the fiery passion burning in her eyes.
 
As she broke the kiss, his breathing broke. His eyes looked over her as she kept her eyes cautiously away from his. His chest heaved, causing hers to rise slightly to accomodate the motion. 'Aroused' was not a sufficient term to describe his current state. Her cheeks had flushed with elven blood and her eyes and manner spoke to deep desires of her own. She had, deliberately or not, referred to herself as prey, and prey that had no intention of backing down easily. He found himself desperately wanting her body and her blood now, so much so that he truly hadn't counted on the intensity of the experience.

Rather than answer her, he inclined his face to her again, not trying to take another kiss but moving to her neck and throat. His tongue once again flicked over her skin, but this was different. There was no mistaking this, he was tasting her this time. Her heartbeat rang in his ears and he found it rather challenging to contain himself. He certainly couldn't concentrate well enough to continue to keep their loins seperated, and as he leaned in, his hips rocked forwards making the presence of hard arousal well known through the material of his trousers and the thinner material that wrapped around her body.

When his eyes finally raised to hers, his mouth did not close, he panted heavily, his breath falling on the front of her throat. The look in his eyes was nothing short of crazed and said clearly that he wanted nothing more than to devour her, though exactly how he wanted to do so, even he wasn't sure.
 
For the first time since their meeting, her honestly looked like he wanted to eat her. His tongue darted out, flickering across her skin in a way that wasn't intimate or passionate, but purely preditory. For the first time since their meeting she honestly thought he wanted to eat her, to sink his fangs into her throat and drink her dry. She wasn't sure wht to think of such a prospect. She was fearful, excited, aroused... She didn't want to be turned, but at the same time she felt the oddest burning desire to be consumed by him.

His hips met hers, and her eyes widened. She could clearly feel his hardened manhood press against her through the material of their clothes. It only speed up her pulse, sending more blood rushing into her already reddened cheeks. Rather than pull away, tempt his lust and blood lust more with her resistance, she pushed her own hips slightly forward. SHer eyes closed for a moment as she struggled to contain the rising enotions, all laced with her burning lust.

She raised her eyes to meet his, returning his crazed and needy gaze with a lustful one of her own. "Your move, my lord." She breathed quietly, her hands moving downhis back, until she could pull his hips even closer to her. "Or... Should I surrender now?"
 
He heard her, of course, but it seemed to him that he felt her words more than caught them through the increasingly warm air. The feeling of her hands moving over his shirt and down his back sent waves of lust coursing through him. He was vaguely aware of the fact that she might be choosing to incite one of his lusts rather than risk inflaming the other, but when he looked in her eyes, there was no mistaking the desire there. She looked somewhat frightened, yes, but she also looked thrilled and excited.

He could hear her heartbeat racing; she smelled intoxicating. He hesitated. He'd never had the desire to drink rise this strongly when he'd bedded a woman. There was a moment's concern that, despite his experience and discipline, he might well lose control and end up draining her. But here she was, ready to surrender to him, unafraid, or at least not afraid enough to want to get away. It was too much; voices of wisdom and caution were pushed aside.

His open mouth twisted into a smile of amused triumph. "It would seem, Kaura," he said softly, "That I cannot help but surrender as well..." He lowered his mouth to the base of her throat, kissing her skin. Then he lightly raked his fangs across her skin, threatening to sink them into the flesh of her shoulder or neck... so vulnerable they were. He held it off, smiling against her skin, and slid his fangs downward, making short work of slicing open the front of her nightgown. He lifted his head, smiling as if to show that he'd been purposely teasing her. It only lasted a moment though, as his gaze was immediately drawn to her exposed breasts. The hardness in his loins throbbed hard against her hips, announcing it's arousal and want.
 
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