Wicked Rose

Twenty Years Later…

Things have changed. We traveled as I had wanted, Ville took me to Japan, than all over the world. To the Great Pyramids, to the top of Mount Everest, to the deepest jungles of the Rain Forest. It seemed that our love for one another only grew stronger each night.

It was during our hike up to an ancient Aztec city that I started to feel it, funny, strange sick feelings in my stomach. I was afraid that maybe vampires were not as powerful as Ville had lead me to believe. What if I had picked up an awful dieses during our travels? Of course when I told this to Ville he reassured me that it must be that I'm hungry. But I had just feed earlier that night, I was never hungry right before sunrise. Besides I knew what the hunger pains felt like- this was bad but not that bad.

"You should feed again before we settle in for the day," He looked at me seriously. I sighed and we tracked the group of tourist that were camping half a mile away. I drank from the fourteen year old son, Ville had the blond wife. Neither of us felt like the overweight balding father.

We had just enough time to get to the ruins, we found the prefect place to rest for the day. It was the temple. It was one of the larger buildings built into the side of the hill over looking the rest of ruins. It was pitch black inside, but we could see as clear as day. We sat up our sleeping bags side by side and zipped them together. Ville gave me a seductive look, we hadn't made love in several hours due to us sharing space in a pick up trunk with ten other couples as we rode down a bumpy road. I sat on my knees and winked at him, giggling slightly and flipping my hair over my shoulder. Being a vampire, you're body stays the same as moment you were made, unless you mentally will your hair to grow or nails to grow. It's the same way you can make your fangs come out on demand. I willed my hair to be long now, it's to my mid back.

Ville can't keep his fingers out of it, he moves closer to me and starts to kiss my neck. I hum happily and reach back to pet his hair. His hands cup my breasts softly, plucking my nipples before pulling up on the sticky tank top. I wore no bra as it was there was no reason, who was going to see me out here other than Ville? Besides I loved tormenting him, seeing the look on his face all night as he stared at my sweaty tank clinging to my hard nipples as my breasts jiggled and bounced freely, it was priceless. His hands moved, massaging my breasts, his tongue lapping at my pulse.

"Bite me," I moaned, pressing my butt into his erection, wishing that he was already inside me. Ville growls in response, his hands move over my body more franticly, his right hand dips between my thighs and rubs against my sex. I feel his fangs, so sharp resting against my pulse, his breath is heavy and I can only wait as small, muted pleasure (due to the fact I was wearing shorts) rushed through me. Ville's tongue darted out to lick me a few times, very slowly, he dug his fangs across my skin with each lick gently to tease me. As I was melting into him from that suddenly his fangs pierced my neck, I gasped and went wimp in his arms.

The feeling of being bitten is much like having sex. But not as sweaty and frustrating. You're not trying to get anywhere, you just are. You're floating in pleasure, you feel safe and loved and a strange sense of satisfaction from knowing that your giving a part of yourself to your partner.

Ville pulled away after a few moments, his was in a swoon. I decide to take him by surprise, besides, he was always such a caring lover to me. I turned around swiftly, and removed his shirt, shoving him on his back I climbed onto his waist. His expression was priceless.

"You're in a rough mood, too bad we left the handcuffs back at in England." He chuckled, I smirked, and caressed his chest, my long finger nails gilding down his smooth pale stomach to the dip in his pelvis. There I scratched him, he hissed, I bent down and lapped up the wounds. Ville's hands tangled in my hair and he whispered 'I love you'. I unzipped his pants, and went on to pull them down his long legs. While I was off him and had his complete attention, I stood and took off my shorts, I unbuttoned them as slowly as possible and turned to the side to bend over and side my panties down. I flicked them at down at him, hitting them bulls-eye in the face. He grabbed them, sniffed them and awed closing his eyes as he took in my scent. I made a face.

"You are really gross sometimes, you know that?" Ville tossed them aside and put his arms behind his head.

"That's your opinion, you should be thankful I'm 'gross' though, if that includes loving the way your pussy smells…and tastes." He grinned evilly, I shook my head and stood over his hips, my hands on them as I stared down at him.

"You know, I think I want a strap-on so I can teach you a lesson when you talk to me like that." Ville paled even more than his usual pallor, I dropped my hips right on his erection, but not so he was entering me, just so he could feel my warmth. He gulped and reached to grip my hips but I moved back so I was leaning over his crotch. I stroked his thighs and placed soft kisses along his pelvis and lower stomach. Ville was looking at me desperately. He actually he told me that he preferred intercourse to oral sex when most other men did the other way around, so I didn't feel the need to do this often but that didn't mean that I didn’t and that he didn't enjoy it when I did. I asked Ville why he went down on me so much ( not that I minded) he said because he loved to do it, not because he felt like it should, although he said he would have done it for me even if he didn't if I had asked him, that, I thought was sweet

"I want to make you feel so good that you scream MY name for once," I chuckled, rubbing his thighs again as I bent down.