Chapter 13

+flashback+ +rita's point~of~view+ I liked him. No, I take that back. I LOVED him. Still do. But, he just disappeared out of thin air. Since then, I attempted to move on, but all the vampire males that I would meet, I would compare to him. The velvet strokes over his eyelids and cheekbones, the softness of his lips, his hair that resembled silk whenever I'd run my hands through it... That boy has a hold on me. The best and fondest memory I have of us was our last day together. Before he vanished God knows where. We were alone in the dark living room quarter of the Victorian style mansion. The moon was our only light and the stars were just a small accessory. I glared out the window, my right cheek pressing slightly against my right wrist. I denied going out to feed that night since I sensed that something was out of place. "Rita? Why are you still here?" asked a soft voice behind me. I slowly turned around, the couch making slight noises underneath my movement. It was him; my maker. "I ain't all that hungry," I lied, "Besides, something kept me here." He raised his pierced eyebrow, "Really? Well, if that is your intention, it suits me also." I let out a faltering chuckle, keeping my gaze on him. He sauntered up to me and took a seat besides me on the couch. Like he read my dirty little thoughts I was developing, our lips touched, but barely. Our eyes closed in nervous bliss and our kiss deepened. My fingers danced over his black, long sleeved shirt's zipper and I pulled it down and off of him. He placed his hands behind me and began unzipping my violet dress in the back. Coldness made my hair stand on end, but the strange warmth of his hands heated me as he unstrapped my brassiere. Jay broke our kiss for a minute and he released his lower body of his silver platform shoes, his black boxers and his black leather pants. His icy lips scrolled across my naked stomach and I writhed underneath him. Now, we were free of our clothing and I smiled up at him, "We're going to do this different, Jay." "Oh, really?" Jay smiled, giving me another kiss on my lips. "Really. I want to be on top." "Your wish is granted." He rested on his back now and I crawled on top of him. I traced his neck veins with the tip of my fingernail and I felt my hunger for blood rise. I started kissing his throat, trying hard to deny the need for his lifeline. He swallowed hard and gripped cautiously at my hair. Stiff. Unbearable. He wanted to fuck as much as I did, but I thought foreplay was a lot more better than giving in right away. Teasing. Flirting until his breaking point was satisfactory. "Fuck. God. Don't tease me like this, Rita!" he begged, chest heaving. "Not exactly a patient vampire, are you, Jay?" I chuckled. He just drew in a sharp breath as I continued grinding against him. Without warning, I took him in and he let out a deep moan in satisfaction. I moaned with him and went harder on him. I hissed as I bit down on his neck, tasting his sweet, thick, crimson liquid. He bit down on mine and purred. Sweat soon encased us and I felt that our edge was growing near. I drunk more, so did he. Finally, we tore away from each other's necks and we cried out as our release took us over. I sighed in content and rested my head on his chest. Jay was shaking and stroked my hair between his fingers. Soon, we were both fast asleep. to be continued...