The dim light fell from the window high above us. It was evening, and the sun was almost set.
"Zarah?" I heard his warm accent from beside me, "Are you awake?"
"Yes Danyael, I am" I replied to him.
"Hell be coming soon. We should get up and be ready for him"
I heard the anticipation mixed with fear and longing in his voice, and thought now would be a good time to comfort him.
"Yes Danyael, we should. But Im not ready for HIM yet.. Im ready for YOU" I said, as I stroked his long luxurious hair.
I felt him tense beside me, and ran my had down his neck, to his bare chest, soft and strong at the same time..
"Zarah! You know what will happen if were caught pleasuring each other without him!" He whispered to me, but I could sense that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
We needed each other.
Danyael and I have been captives of our beloved Master Pyriel, the Lord of our own private world, for months now. We live in the lowest level of a high tower, and are taken care of in all necessary ways.. Our only rules are that we may never cover our bodies, we may never leave, and we may never please each other, in any way, without Master Pyriels consent.
But Danyael knows how much I long for his touch on my skin, for his breath on my neck and cheek, for his hair wrapped about my milky skin like a blanket.
I pull myself up, bringing him with me, and run my tounge accross his velvet lips. I can feel his miniature fangs through them and it drives me mad to taste his blood.. to have him taste mine.
We are half vampyres. Not strong enough to hunt on our own or to dare challenge Pyriel, yet our craving for blood is strong, and we seek it out, yearn for it at every opportunity.
Danyael gives in to his forbidden desires, grasping me by the hair, close to my scalp, and kisses me deeply and passionately.
He pulls me onto his lap, straddling him, and runs his nails down my back, sending waves of heat and pain from my shoulders to my knees. I love every mome... Les hele novellen
