His eyes were really dark, empty and somber...seeing him, looking at me with desire make me tremble. At first, I felt fear for I did not know his intentions. Then, he smile...the sweetest smile that change his whole complexion but revealing his long fangs, pure white. I was not afraid, I want him as bad as he want me. I open the window, I let him in. He caresses my cheeks with his cold hands. He softly starts taking off my gown and I was doing the same stripping off his dark royal clothes. Our bodies fall in the bed, gently caressing each other. His entire body was pale and cold, a living dead. I couldn't feel his heart actually beating yet he heard my heart pounding feverishly. I want him. My desire was being possessed by him. He kiss me. A kiss with lust, with fire and passion, with his fangs he cuts the edges of my lips. He stared at my bloody lips. His pupils turns wide. My warm blood was calling him. Nature is going to take place. He licks the edges really sensuous. Then, our bodies merge into one, I was giving him warmth, the one thing he lacked for so many years-who knows for how long?- He grabs my hands tenderly but firm. I move my neck but my eyes still staring his. He kisses my neck, he lick my skin with fervor.
"Be with me. Make love to me.
I am damn by eternity. Let me feel you."
His manly voice echoed all over my body. We made love, I made love to him. For an instance, we both were hot, we both shared the same warmth.
"I want to be with you forever. I do not want to lose you"
I said with the devotion of a plea.
He looks at me sad, giving a little smile as a reply. I obviously understand, the reason that he was here with me was because of my warmth.
"I would love it...but I'm scared, you might hate me afterwards instead of loving me."