She bit him.
And sank her teeth into preternatural flesh that had been tested by those much stronger than her...than she could ever hope to be. She marveled that it's secrets were so open to one such as her, for this was surely either destiny or an abomination beyond her mortal perception.
She could not help herself.
From the moment she'd seen him, lurking in the shadows, she'd imagined this moment...thought of little else but the scent and the taste of him. In the night, when she should have been sleeping, she'd sneaked her way onto the city streets to wander in search of him...to catch a glimpse of his form...his shadow...amongst the buildings and alleys. Waiting for him to notice...wondering if he ever would.
She savored him.
Pulling him ever closer, tasting the very life of him, hearing his inhuman heart beating in her head as it pounded out a litany, she suckled at the very core of him, never able to get enough. His taste was sweetness, like the aroma of hothouse roses on a cold winter night, it filled her senses and threatened to overwhelm her.
She cried.
For it was all so beautiful that it could not be borne by a soul such as hers. Colors, like small visions, danced before her eyes. Dazzling. How could she have noticed the slight reddish tinge to these tears...the new emerald shine to her eyes...the changes that even now raged through her?
She held true and fast.
She felt him swoon against her...heard his whispers like little prayers offered to her. He begged her to stop and, in the same breath, ordered her to continue. He pulled her closer even as he braced himself to push her away. She tore at his shirt, ripping it away from his chest, digging her fingernails into that hardened smooth flesh, feeling wet warmth as it trickled down her chin...dripped onto her fingers.
She basked in it.
She felt the slightest shake of his head, the caress of his long dark hair as it swayed, skimming across her cheek. There was a moment when she thought they would both topple over onto the cracked pavement of the alley, but he caught himself against the wall and they leaned into it, bracing themselves without a thought...without a pause. She felt his arms envelope her, his fingers grasping the cloth of her bodice and pulling...pulling...
She didn't stop.
This was the moment. This was HER moment. This was the union and the promise that his eyes had held as they'd slid over her that first night. This was light and love and darkness and despair all in one place, stunning her with it's savage beauty, drawing her in. This was eternity. And, in this instant and forever more, they belonged to each other.
She moaned.
