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He stepped away from her, spread his hands as if in mute appeal and lowered his voice.
"Eloise, are you quite sure you want to do this?"
She turned to him skeptically. "Are you really afraid?"
"Cautious, rather. So far, we haven't passed the point of no return for biochemical dependency. If you taste my blood, we'll be locked into a bond that we couldn't break without immense pain. From what I’ve been told, pain like gouging one's heart out."
"Told? You mean you don't know?"
He shook his head. "Not from firsthand experience."
Somehow she'd assume he had bonded with his previous donor. A thread of satisfaction trickled through her when she heard otherwise. He continued.
"I understand bonding with a donor is different. It is supposedly the most exquisitely intense union one can possibly imagine." Cupping her chin to make her meet his eyes, he said, "We better retire to the bedroom to get comfortable. When we black out from the intensity, we want to be laying down prior."
She breathed a quivering breath. "Will this really all happen Claude?" As they walked up the stairs, he snaked an arm around her waist. "I don't exactly know, we are exploring in uncharted territory here. I've heard its very powerful though." In his bedroom, she knelt on the satin sheets to watch him light his vanilla-scented candle and undress in its glow. His pale torso looked like a marble sculpture of a Greek god, animated by work of divine gods. Towering over her, he twined his fingers through her hair and clasped her to his chest. The slow beat of his heart thundered in her ears. She couldn't resist flicking her tongue out to tease one of his visible nipples. It hardened instantly. Groaning, he convulsively tightened his embrace.
Through gritted teeth he said, "Enough." He eased her onto the mattress. "In this condition, my whole body is hypersensitive. If we want to forge the bond, we'd better do it before I forget why we are here." He stripped her of her shirt and bra with rapid movements, as if he feared of getting distracted. With his help, she wriggled out of the rest of her clothing. "Beautiful" his voice shook. Her face flushed, not only from his observation, but from the white hot fear she harbored in her womb of what this experience would make of her. He stretched out so that they reclined side by side, facing each other.
"Ready?" She nodded, snuggling closer to him. Her nipples grazed his chest, and his cool thighs pressed against hers. The tip of his quiescent organ brushed the soft curls on her mound. Warmth spread through her lower abdomen and pooled between her legs. Claude turned his head to bite his own shoulder. With a hand on the back of her head, he urged her to the half inch slash. She hesitantly licked the blood that oozed from it. His body spasmed, his grip tightened against her. "Yes," he hissed. "Don't stop." She clamped her mouth onto the wound and sucked. It tasted salty and metallic, like the heated-iron scent of his skin. A low growl thrummed in his throat. His palms raged over her back and the curve of her bottom. His teeth pierced her neck suddenly. She felt her pulse leap to quench his thirst. His blood effervesced like champagne in her mouth. She plunged into his mind like diving into a bottomless lake. At the same moment, she felt him flow into all the crevices of her body and brain. Her blood warmed him all the way to the pit of his stomach and spread through every vein. She felt the way her breasts and thighs seared his skin. She felt the hair of his arms bristle when they stroked her. The electricity made her own skin tingle. Merging deeper into his senses, she shared his vision. To him, he could hear every function inside her body.
"Now you see how beautiful you are." Claude's voice in her mind sounded deeper, more resonant, than his normal speech. It reverberated through her insides and made her diaphragm quiver like the surface of a drum. "I can hear my heart beat..." Not only that, through his ears, she heard the blood rushing beneath her skin. In a surge of still deeper immersion, she felt his arousal. She sensed him watching himself through her eyes and tasting his own blood on her lips. When his hand crept between their bodies to caress her breasts, she felt the tinge in his palm along with his pleasure in feeling the ache in her taut nipples. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the tangle of sensations. His hand skimmed over her abdomen to the strip of hair. When he probed for the bud inside her nest, she melted instantly.
"You're flowing with honey," he silently told her. "And I feel it now, from within. Your wetness, your need." Her clit was already twitching. She moaned and rocked her hips toward him. "I know sweetheart, I share that same ache..." His fingers traced spirals around her swollen bud, stroking nearer and nearer to the burning tip. At the moment, she felt she would explode if he delayed any longer, he relieved the burning with frenzied caresses that sent her into convulsions that erupted afresh each time she thought she'd reached the highest possible peak.
Excitement still throbbed through her tender parts though. When Claude guided her hand to his groin, she realized why she felt that way. "I've developed an erection, with no direct contact, fascinating." He rubbed her hand up and down his shaft. "My body mirrors yours. It wants to sheath itself inside of you." As soon as he projected that thought, she craved the same thing. Nudging her to lay back down, he climbed on top of her, his whole torso shielding his frame. He plunged into her, and as he did, she felt the penetration of his fangs in the tender skin of her neck. She felt the intoxication of her blood trickling into his mouth and the hot tightness of her sheath clenching around him. She felt his length stiffen still harder in an echo of her clit's swelling. When she throbbed in response, his excitement grew fiercer and fed back to her in an ever-expanding spiral. She screamed in release, and he answered with a roar of ecstasy. Her sweet nectar was being mixed with his hot spunk, infusing a new peak in both their climaxes, her fingernails dug into his back, and his lips crashed and sunk into hers, until the strong waves of orgasm subsided into warm glows of their sex. At that moment, she realized that it's the forbidden pleasures that make the rules. With its unfound treasures, yet beautiful jewels.