The years have gone without me even noticing.
Dusk after dusk unable to surface in the beams of sunlight I wait and so does he.
It was early Spring when we met the first time but it was enough to get us together.
The bloodlust was too strong and for newly turned creatures of the night as I was it usually comes along side the other type of lust, the one I barely recalled from being human. But as I was about to discover lust and bloodlust are entwined and one hypes the other to limits I wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams.
I was a "baby" and his scent hit hard almost knocking me out of my senses, which wasn't so hard to do considering the effort of the full adaptation to most scents, but it was different, he smelled of wood and cinnamon with a trace of manly musk and it sent shivers down my spine even before I laid my eyes on him.
I remember feeling his fingers tracing the line of my back while we fed on some unlucky guy that crossed his path along with his girlfriend in the park, a combined hunt that lead to the sweet whisper of my name dangling on his lips seductively while we succumbed and lost ourselves in each other. Blood, sweat and heat filling the small basement we took after sunrise.
- My love, it's almost time....
- Come here, let me drink from you Siegfried.
I love to taste him and see myself through the rush of his emotions reflected on his blood, to feel the wanting, the desire and off course, the lust. The eternal lust lingering a touch away beneath our skins and the thought that we have eternity to fuel and enjoy every bit of it.
I like to lick the two small puncture dots to close them but I really don't need to as he heals much faster than I do, but the touch of his skin against my tongue is priceless.
- Marguerite... we can't stay closed another evening...
The necessity to feed always takes us from our bed but it won't be long before we return and lose ourselves over and over again.
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