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press lightly,
briefly on my shoulder then stop.
    His excitement was obvious on my lower back.
Giving off a small growl, he quickly spun me around and pushed off
the bank. We drifted out into the river. I once again looked into
his eyes, holding onto his wet shoulders. The iridescent blue of
his eyes reflected in the moonlight. Jet black rays fanned out from
his pupils. Caught in a deep gaze, I wondered if he was going to
seize control of my mind again. Instead, he smiled.
    Instinctively my legs wrapped around him. I
looked quickly at our surroundings. He appeared to be heading
toward a half-submerged rock only a short distance away. He slowed
to lessen the impact and took me by the hips. I felt his excitement
press against me; only a small movement away from penetration. He
backed me up hard into the rock and simultaneously entered me. I
gasped with surprise and pleasure.
    He moved in me with great hunger and force.
His need and desire was felt with each passionate thrust. I felt
his urgency in the muscles of his shoulders and in the strong
pulsing of his hips. He pulled me into to him, stronger and faster.
The sensation was wonderful but not what I needed. I wanted him to
stop and press our skin together. Clawing him firmly on his lower
back, I tried to convey this to him. I pulled him into me with my
nails. I broke skin.
    A sensation rippled through his body that I
couldn’t decipher. Was it pain, anger or pleasure? He looked at me
with hard eyes and stopped. Pressing firmly into me, he rocked and
moved. His whole body rippled with greed and wanting as he tried to
hold himself back. My breath quickened and soon every exhausted
muscle of my body was shuddering with ecstasy as I came. I longed
for the sensation to continue and held him close to me as wave
after wave of pleasure washed over me.
    My breath was heavy on his skin. His fangs
rested on my shoulder, this time slightly piercing me. I gripped
him tightly to me and ran my hands over his wet body. The taste of
my blood caused him to quiver with anticipation.
    Digging my nails into his skin once again, I
raked them over his back. I was sure the scratches drew blood.
Based on his reaction, I knew he enjoyed it. His eyes closed and
his head fell back. His movements were urgent and demanding. Once
again I moved my nails to his lower back and dragged them up. His
head snapped back up revealing fully extended fangs. He grabbed the
back of my hair and forced my head back, exposing my neck
fully.
    Fear hit me and made my heart skip a beat.
Were all the calm sensations earlier a trick played on my mind? Was
this the end? Looking into his savage eyes I was sure I’d never see
the sun again. I waited for the strike and wondered how long it
would take him to drain me to the point of death. With almost
painful thrusts he moved into me over and over again. An
unrelenting momentum drove him to orgasm. His now warm body
shuddered as he found release. It felt amazing and was paired with
a low rumbling growl emanating from his chest.
    His movements slowed. His lips rested on my
neck. He licked the two small wounds he’d made earlier. Slowly,
starting just below my ear, the vampire dragged his fangs over my
skin. I took a deep breath and held it. In one swift move, his
fangs sank deep into my neck. I felt the warm blood leave my body
and be sucked into his mouth. It was painful, but not the
throat-ripping ending I’d expected.
    The vampire held me and drank. Softly he
stroked my hair, back and ribs.
    Pulling his head away from my neck with a
final lick, he cupped my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.
The blue had become deeper, darker. I was mesmerized and completely
captivated.
    Astonishment ran through me as I realized, I will not die at the hands of a monster.
    Gently he stroked the side of my face,
smiled, and whispered, “My human.”
     
     
     
    -The end-