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Hi all! I am not sure where this adult "Valentine" story came from. 
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A Tryst 
by Tears (SHand1998@aol.com)
April 1999

"Oh Yes," she screamed.  She was calling out in ecstasy and agony.
She could not distinguish which one anymore.  "You need to be 
punished, you just won't keep your hands off of him will you, I am going
to make you so sorry that you ever met him," he snarled.  He was 
pounding deep into her with fierce abandon.  "How does this feel? Does
this hurt?" He whispered harshly. "I ... I am sorry, please, have mercy!"
She begged with tears spilling down her face.

He had both of his fists wrapped in her wild hair and gave them a sudden
yank.  "Mercy is it?" He said with a cruel laugh.  "Don't ever count on 
that you, you ..." His voice croaked with intense emotion.  He slammed
her back to his chest, as he moved her from a kneeling position.  Her 
open palms encircled the back of his neck and gripped tightly.  He
moved the tip of his icy fingers to the apex of her swollen clitoris.  He
began to grind this tender flesh and then pinched it hard between the
index finger and thumb.  He knew that her end would come soon as
well as his own.  They were moving together as if they were one body
and soul. 

He could smell her blood, arousal, and fear.  He was pleased that he
could terrify and please her at the same time.  He loved his control 
over her.  He roughly pulled one of her arms from his neck and placed
her hot flesh to his lips.  He gave her "clit" a violent twist and she 
started her shuddering orgasmic ride.  He joined her climax as he
sank his fangs into to her forearm.  She choked back a scream as
she felt her mind drifting away. 

When he had drunk his fill of her orgasm, life, love, and secrets, he
gently laid her unconscious body down on the snowy quilt.  Making
sure that she was still breathing, he covered her with a blanket.  He
wished that she would become immortal because he so enjoyed 
using a cold steel blade on warm flesh.  Cutting into her porcelain
unblemished skin would be so ... Sometimes his desire could be
destructive, the sight of trickling blood from shallow cuts seemed 
to fuel his pleasure more than tender words and caresses.  He had
a sly smile on his lips as he thought of this picture.

She awoke in a languid fog.  She stretched her arm out and patted
the other side of her bed.  It was empty and cold.  What a surprise
she thought sadly to herself.  This liaison had to stop, that was 
a refined word for the carnal relationship they shared.  She pulled
the covers over her head after she checked her alarm clock.  It 
would never do for her to change her routine; someone would notice
and wonder why.  She could never share the identity of her vampire
lover.

Grateful that Lacroix was able to shield his thoughts from Nicholas.
Why was Lacroix bothering trying to do that, why not rub Nicholas'
nose in their affair? She wondered. "Oh, what am I going to do 
about this?" She cried to herself.  "I guess I'll worry about that 
tomorrow," Natalie rolled over and fell asleep, thankful for oblivion.

"Yes, what are we going to do about this situation?" He had a 
sad and concerned smile on his icy lips.  He took to the sky.