Friday, December 19, 2008
As they sat close, he brushed a fingertip down the curve of her neck. Slow. Painting her portrait skin.
"But why do you find vampires so exciting?" she said.
"You want me to try to explain it?"
"Well," he said, drawing the caress back up to her chin, "it's the jumble of all the primal emotions at once. The predator. The prey. Hunger. Conquest. Sacrifice. Sex like pain, or death, but so much stronger." He touched her lips. "To fall in someone's power. To give yourself to them completely. Being devoured. In ecstasy."
Her breath shook. He was closer now. Pressing. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Think of the impossible intensity. Being conquered by his eyes. Bending your head back. Baring the beauty of your neck." She closed her eyes as he tipped her chin upward. "Surrendering your life. Pleading for it to be taken. If only to feel the howling pleasure of losing it."
He kissed the soft line of her jaw under her ear.
His lips trailed down her magnificence.
"Oh God," she breathed.
He drew back one last moment before their night tore open. "Now you understand?"
Then they spilled more precious things than blood.