Silas drew me closer. Our bodies pressed together. I felt breathless as I gazed up at him. His eyes flickered to my lips and I wet them nervously.

He lowered his mouth to brush softly against mine. My hands went to his arms, his muscles hard. My lips parted in anticipation when his mouth covered mine. The moment his tongue touched mine my stomach dropped and I held on tighter to his arms.

My chest was pressed up against his. All I could think of was what happening in that moment. Not what had happened before or anything that could result from our night together.

He deepened the kiss and I moved my hands upward to hold onto his shoulders. The affects of his kiss were immediate and all I wanted was more of how he made me feel.

When he lifted his mouth from mine, my lips felt bruised but I wanted more. His eyes shimmered a deeper gold and I cradled his face. Bringing my lips up to press against his. His hands held my waist and he backed me until I felt the bed against my legs.

We broke away for Silas to lift his shirt. For a moment I took in the hard muscles of his stomach and chest. He was a work of art, and I wanted to admire him but the need to have him was stronger.

His mouth caught mine in a long deep kiss as he moved one strap from my shoulder followed by the other. The fabric against me slackened as he pulled the dress down to my waist. Then he pushed it over one hip and then the other. I stood unsteady as he undressed me and the dress lay pooled at my feet.

His eyes feasted on my semi naked form. Instead of wearing revealing lingerie which did not feel right for the occasion I wore a lace bra and matching panties. His finger trailed the top lace of the cup of my bra. I caught my breath at the barest of touches that set me on fire. I wanted him to quench the burning inside of me.

He lifted his hand to brush his thumb across my bottom lip. The fire that burned inside of me burned deeper. He lowered his mouth to slant over mine in a hungry kiss and I laced my hands around his neck hugging him close, his body against mine. Skin to skin. He encircled me in his strong arms.

In between hungered kisses he removed his shoes and slacks. He was naked and I was still dressed in my underwear.

Our eyes held as he undid my bra and I felt it slacken. His finger removed one strap and then the other. I allowed it to drop to the floor.

His hands rested on my hips and I felt a flutter of excitement mixed with some apprehension. I wanted this but I was still nervous to be with him. Was it my lack of experience that made me hesitate or the fact that I hoped I was enough for him.

I had never been good at sex but this felt amazing. Different to what I had ever experienced before.

I expected him to remove my underwear but his hand touched the top of my panties and his hand moved down inside the brief fabric. I held onto him as his hand moved lower to where I burned for him. His finger traced me gently. Our eyes held and I wanted more.

It felt like something was happening inside of me while my skin tingled under his touch. I wanted him, but there was an emotional aspect I refused to face.

His finger slid into me and I gasped. His breath tickled against my cheek as he moved his hand and worked me into my first orgasm. I held on him as it rushed through me, gasping.

“Silas,” I groaned when his mouth moved to my neck. I arched into him. His teeth scrapped against the surface of my skin. I felt the pain but it was bliss. I could have died right in that moment of ecstasy.

His teeth sank into my skin and I felt the pain but then he drank from me. My blood. I hissed at the slight discomfort his tongue swept across the puncture wounds.

There was a drop of my blood on his lips. I lifted a finger to his mouth to touch it. His mouth took my finger inside and sucked on it. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

He removed his hand from my still tingling sex and removed my panties, drawing the sides down my hips and thighs. I lifted one foot and then the other.

Then I was flat on my back on the bed. I wasn’t sure how it had happened but the more pressing matter was the vampire who kneeled above me. His features fierce. I lifted my hand to trace his cheek. My heart inflated and I had to catch my breath. He was beautiful, perfection.

My neck throbbed, reminding me he had drank from me. I liked how it made me feel. I felt like I was his and he had marked me in some way.

His mouth captured mine as he parted my thighs and settled between them. Feeling a moment of nervousness I held onto him trying to push away the anxious feeling.

He murmured my name as his tongue trailed against my throat, against the marks he had left on me. I closed my eyes and arched into him. His teeth scrapped me but never punctured the skin. I wanted more, I wanted everything he could give.

I felt his hardness against my wet entrance. He pushed forward and I held onto him. His muscles strained under hands. I felt him enter me and I held my breath until he was completely sheathed in my heat.

His lips touched my cheek and I panted. He began to move out and then surged forward again.

I allowed him to set the pace, and followed his lead. Lifting my hips to meet each thrust. I pushed all thoughts away other than just me and him. I didn’t want to think about what lay beyond this act between us. In this moment, was where I wanted to stay in. Wrapped up in.

I trailed my mouth against the column of his neck and found myself doing the same thing he had done to me. I scrapped my teeth along his neck, loving the way he arched into it, momentarily stopping the steady fucking.

Although I had drunk his blood before I had never punctured his skin with my teeth but I wanted to. So badly. I wasn’t even sure I was doing it right, but I gave myself over to instinct and pressed my teeth against his skin. There was a gush of blood and I sucked it all in.

He moaned as I drank. My arms wrapping around him tighter, holding him in place as I tasted him.

Then he began to thrust into me again and I held onto him. My mouth leaving the bite I had left on him to pant as he slammed into me. I wanted him so much, nothing else mattered.

“Silas,” I groaned, trying to articulate what I needed.

“Say it again,” he insisted, his strokes deeper and faster.

My legs wrapped around his waist securing him to me.

“Silas,” I whispered against his ear.

“Know who owns you.” His words branded my heart.

My hands moved to his back, my nails dug into his skin.

Unbelievably I felt the start of my second orgasm. All that mattered was getting there, him deep inside of me, straining my body against his.

Then it crashed over and I groaned his name.

He strained as he came and I held him. Never wanting the moment to end. I didn’t want to go back to the reality of what I meant to him. I wanted to feel what i felt right then, and keep it.

Outside of this, we weren’t equals.

But naked, intertwined and connected we were. His heart was beating as fast as mine. His skin was slick with sweat just like mine. And the way he gazed into my eyes was exactly the same way I looked at him.

Then it was over.

He moved first. I lay back in the bed trying to catch my breath while he stood. He dressed.

I pulled the sheet over me trying to get back some sort of control.

Once he was completely dressed his eyes met mine briefly. Whatever I had seen before shuttered. But the mark I had left on his neck a reminder of what had transpired between us.

And then he turned and left.

I felt raw and alone, questioning my actions.