THE SUBMISSION
**This story is not suitable for younger readers, due to its erotic content**
Initially, it had been she who had pushed her way in, uninvited..; Dominant and demanding, she had played his mind and body like a fine instrument, all the while courting the death that she knew lay behind those emerald eyes. And then something happened; a subtle shift of power.
His breathing became ragged. In so many centuries it seemed, he had not felt anything like the rawest form of passion he was feeling now. He was losing him- self completely in her. The pressure was building steadily, almost to the point of pain, as the warring fires enveloped each sense. Yes, the basics of immortality were almost extinguished as the very real lust of mortal desire took over.
It was beyond intoxicating and gathering his will, he pulled her up to him,trapping her lips with his own in a furious kiss. Breaking it, what seemed like an eternity later, he flipped her over, placing himself above her. Gazing down at her beautiful body, he became aware there was not a glimmer of restraint remaining as his hands travelled over every perfect curve, following the trail with his eyes. Raising them to meet hers, a soft smile curved his sensuous lips as he moved over her, then lowered himself, pushing forward, seeking to enter the warmth of her feminine flesh. As she closed around him, a rush of pleasure ensued. Rhythmically he began to move against her, but even as his body cried out in hungry rage, he moved slowly, unselfishly.
She lay beneath him, body trembling with need; seeing the desire reflected in eyes so like her own. A burning, living thing that threatened to consume them both. Reveling in the cool flesh pressed against her heat, she gasped as he entered her, hands clutching desperately at him, nails clawing down his back.
His teeth clenched as her nails raked his skin, the combined intensity of pleasure and pain sending a sudden shiver through his body. His breathing became heavier; desire growing stronger as the waves of passion seared his flesh. Quickening his pace, giving in to every sensation his body yearned for, he moaned in pleasure. He wanted the moment to last for ever, such was the elation he felt. The animalistic lust of his being began to take control with every powerful thrust. He needed this woman; longed for her to take him in to her soul and never let go. Gazing into her face, he took note of each and every delicate feature. Involuntarily, his tongue passed over his lips, as though she were a morsel he wanted to taste. Lips that moments later met hers again, hungrily, his tongue in search of her own; becoming slowly aware, as his mind filled with the agonizing desire of need, that the bloodlust was also returning. He feared what was still so obviously mortal in him, was waging a struggle with what was not.
Her tongue twined delicately with his, tasting the sweetness, caressing the sharp fangs, until with a small intake of breath, she felt one pierce her flesh and tasted the metallic essence of her life's blood. She felt him swallow reflexively, as his body continued to thrust against her. With a deep moan, she tightened around him as she climaxed, bathing him in her essence. She felt him push furiously into her as his own body sought release, shuddering violently. Her back arched, head thrown back, exposing the slender throat, pulse beating wildly in the throes of passion. She had come here taunting death. In a perverse way, desiring it as an end to her confusion and despair. Yet now, deep within, she wondered if he would take her life. All knew that he was unable to control the urge; to take just the little drink. He would drain her, leave her lifeless. And now, silently, she offered herself.
He looked down on her, seeing the soft whiteness of her throat; so inviting, almost beckoning. Fighting uselessly against the urge to bite into that flesh, he knew the battle was lost when he had tasted that first droplet only moments before. Slowly, he bent his head, running his tongue over the smooth surface. It seemed as if the pulse was calling to him, offering itself without a hint of hesitation.
