Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire

I cannot truthfully answer Anastasia's question, for the only option for me is being a Vampire. She shall always be my one and only true love; the question is not what I will do; the question is, what part she shall play in my life. Not that I shall ever shy her away, it shall be more like if she will choose to have a Vampire in her life. For one, I can say that it shall be a rather dangerous lifestyle for her, and not to even mention that the community shall not approve of a human residing in the Belmont House.

This is indeed a problematic situation that we do find ourselves in. I cannot tell her what to do, and neither can she expect me to choose between immortality and being a mortal. And as we have seen with these things, you cannot trust for something to go as planned. Who says if I taste Breyden's blood, that I will for certain become a human again.

So it is with somewhat mixed emotions that we find our way up the stairs to our room; now this shall be where she shall be sleeping from now on. It feels like the very first time that we met. The excitement and danger, wanting something that I cannot have. With saying that, shall, she allow me to drink from her now? For we all know that human blood is far heavenlier than that of our own kind. This opens the door for not being able to control myself again. Should we become intimate, then she does stand the chance of being turned against her will once more.

But god, that smell, forget the jasmine and vanilla, but the human scent that she carries so well. Yes, I do believe that I have not grown a rather big problem, not only a somewhat large arousal but the need to taste my bride, that as of this morning is a human.

And as I stand and admire her beauty where she is standing in front of the tall mirror of the wall, all I can think of his touch those deep cherry lips of hers. But I can see that she is torn between what choice to make, so I stand to go to her; I am such a danger to be around right now, I do not even think that I should make such a bold step.

Here is this girl, she has taken away all my senses; she has come and brought me so much pleasure. But now, once again, she has become the forbidden fruit which I can not taste. I know that wanting her should be so wrong, but right now, wrong surely feels so good.

"My beloved, I am truly sorry. If I knew that this would happen, then I would never have taken you there. Do I even dare to say that this was meant to happen?"

I see her smile, but her eyes are filled with disappointment. What have I done wrong? Is it something I perhaps said? She steps a slight bit forward and gently reaches out to touch my hand. A million sensations shock me to my core. Even though she is cold to the touch, her hands are as soft as feathers.

"Sebastian, I do not even dare to use the word fate."

Her eyes seem sincere as she looks at me with concern. She still has not let go of my hand; I feel her as she gently squeezes my palm. She sees me smile at the comfort of her touch and slowly lets go. Her fingers drag softly down my forearm, leaving tingles on my skin. I must fight every ounce of me not to grab hold of her hand again.

I move a slight step closer. She wants to move away, but she seems not to either. I find my hand wandering to her lips, and I do what I have been craving to do so...I touch them...I touch her lips. I run my thumb across them and can feel it slightly tremble.

"Sebastian."

"Ssshhh, Anastasia."

I softly whisper in her ear, which is now only inches away from my face. She is so close, so close that if I turn my head, I could so easily just kiss her. The jasmine and vanilla that she wears so well smell even stronger. I can hear her gasps as my warm breath reaches her skin. The heat between our bodies is undeniable.

"My dear beloved, I want…"

I want to spend the night with her. Being in her presence makes me feel alive. The waves of emotions she brings to my body just make me beg and scream for more. I know I should not, I know I should turn around and leave the room, but I cannot. She has me captivated once again; she draws me in with every inch of my skin.

Looking at her beauty does not only take my breath away; it knocks all the air out from my chest. Now she is standing here and doing this damn seductive thing with those supple red lips. I have never been known as a man that loses control, but I would lose every bit that keeps me together just to spend tonight with her.

"What is wrong, Sebastian?"

I look down at my feet as I step one step closer. I am doing this again, and I know I should not. But I am like a moth that is being drawn to a flame, and nothing is telling me I am in danger.

I look up into her eyes; her lips are but less than an eye wink away. All I need to do is lean an inch forward, and mine would be against them. But mine is trembling, and how I would love us to tremble together.

I take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger, then gently pull it closer. The scent of honey fills my nostrils as I feel the soft touch of her hair against my skin.

"If I knew what the scent of an angel was, then I would say it was you."

"I see you are already flirting, I have not been human for but a few hours, and Sebastian Belmont is already claiming what is his."

"You would know when I am flirting with you, and this is not it," I lean in closer. "Do you want to know something else?" My lips touch the delicate tips of her ear. I hear her gasp, and the pace of her breath increases. If she is feeling anything as much as I do now, then she knows how much I need to be with her.

"Plea...please tell me."

"That I can so easily kiss you right now, but I won't."

"Why, why not?"

"Oh, so you do want me to kiss you, then what do you say we both get burned."

"Who says I am going to allow you?".

"I know you will." 

I take my thumb to her bottom lip and gently run it from one corner to the other. They are soft and smooth, and her lipstick makes it slide with ease. She nearly stops to breathe as I move over them between the seams and slightly begin to part them.

Her breathing is short and shallow. She whispers, but her trembling lips only cause her words to whimper. I see my name forming around her lips, but I do not hear it. She is drowning in the power I have over her body.

"My beloved."

"Yes, Sebastian."

"Please let me."

"Let you..."

I do not let her finish; I move my lips breath by breath even closer to hers. We are so close now that we are breathing the same breath. I look down at her lips and back up to meet her eyes. She closes her eye, and I move forward, closing the space between us. The first thing I notice is how much she tastes like cotton candy. As I tuck at her bottom lip, she stops and pulls away.

I slowly move her body backward and push her back against the wall behind her. With every breath and wink, I move my lips closer until I finally feel her skin touching mine.

As her soft velvety lips begin to move against me, she rips open my soul, and the world falls away. My thumb caresses her cheek. She encircles my body and runs her fingers down my spine.

I slide my hands down her waist and rest them at the small of her back. She moves and arches into my body; I moan at the contact and the heat of our bodies so close against each other.

At first, the kiss is soft and gentle, like tiny butterflies on your skin. But the more she pushes into me, the more demanding they become. I let go of her waist and pin her between my hands. The kiss grows deeper and passionate by the second. The heat between our bodies raging like a fire out of control. 

"Sebastian, we must stop."

But I ignore her, please. I take my right hand and pull her long blonde hair away from her shoulder. Before I know what consumes me, I lay my lips against her naked soft skin. The scent of her perfume attacks my senses, making the desire to kiss her even more intense. I kiss her from her shoulder up the sensitive parts of her neck. 

She scrunches my shirt in her hands and lifts it up until she finds her hand underneath it. Her hands are exploring every crevice of my sculpted chest. She moves her nails down and scrapes them hard against my rippled abs. But as soon as she realizes what she is doing, she stops.

"Shit. I am so sorry, Sebastian."

"Don't be; you can take it off if you like."

As I run my hand down the tender skin of her neck, she slowly starts leaning her head back. I take my lips to the side of her neck and pull her shirt to the side. As I start to bite into her shoulder, she starts to quiver into my trembling body. I slip my hands up underneath her skirt; I grab hold over of her tight ass and draw her even closer into me.

The cool room feels hot and heavy. I am finding it hard to hold back. I am caught between the intoxication; I want this moment to end. She trails her fingers down my chest to the seams of my pants. Her fingertips are burning like flames into my skin. As she reaches the seams of my pants, I let out a deep, low moan.

I grab hold onto the ends of her shirt and slide my hands underneath it. Then as if in slow motion, I start to lift it over her head. As I finally have it on the floor, I shyly look up at her supple breasts that are firmly tucked in under a red lace bra. Her stomach is flat and toned, the contours of her waist in a perfect pear shape. She is absolutely beyond what beauty can compare.

But she goes to lay her soft lips against mine again; the very thing that happened with us happens again, the pure ecstasy exposes my fangs faster than a breath. In an instant, I pull away, and as if fate is playing a hand in this.

"Anastasia, we must stop, unless if you want me to carry on?"