Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire

I have been waiting for this moment for far too long, and the pleasure it is bringing to my very bones is near that of sexual satisfaction. Not truly, but there is nothing so satisfying than the dumbfounded expression on Elloise's face. Her face has gone from that awful pink, I truly need to understand why she is consumed with pink before her existence is brought to an end, but that is a story for later. Her face is as pale as the snow covering the peaks of the Alps.

But before she can ask me once more what it is that I mean by my words, I watch as my dear little Vampire Hunter, who is only but for a few inches, presses the Ancient blade into her side. Her voice hitch, and her entire body stiffens. She drops the cup of tea that she has been sipping on. In a total surprise, she looks at me.

"Oh, my dear Elloise, you do need to be careful what you wish for. You of all know that you should not tempt fate. Well, my dear, fate has come to take a rather large chunk of your fairly big bottom."

"You, you," she stutters as she feels the grip of her spell starting to wear off, "You will pay for this."

"Now, do you really want to come back for revenge? Please let us save ourselves the miserable chase and grand build-up, for I shall get mine first."

"But, you,"

"But? You think that I am not a man that is capable of such a thing. You have one wrong impression of me then. And in any event, if I do not, my beloved shall gladly hand what you are so deserving."

As the final strings are being unstrung, I watch as Edward makes his appearance and takes a firm hand around Elloise's arms. But I do not care for these displays of victory. My only victory is a rather petite blonde with the deepest of sparkling blue eyes, and god, where is that body in the red stilettos.

Not able to move yet, I scan the eyes of Edward and the Vampire Hunter; surely they did not achieve such a feat by themselves. I did see her; she is here, she has to be; my heart can not take this dreadful trip back home if she is not there sitting next to me in my arms.

Then Edward, fully aware of the anticipation he is creating on purpose, smiles, and with one tilt of his head to the right, I see my beloved in all her splendor leaning against the wall of the Caffe. The moment that Edward and Zachariah have Elloise under control. It only takes three steps, and Anastasia has her legs locked around my waist as she leaps into my arms.

"Oh, Sebastian. I never thought I was going to find you."

"I knew you would. Please tell me that you received my letters?"

"Every one of them, I don't know if luck was leading us, but we were always just a few steps behind."

"But how did you know where to find me."

"Thanks to Miss Cotton Candy, it was not hard to do at all; we only had to find the right person that saw you two together."

With a cheeky smile playing at the corner of my mouth, I can not help the incredible urge as I look at Elloise; I only but chuckle at her, "Told you that you had poor fashion sense."

She just grunts and waves me off as the final link to her has completely faded away now.

Just then, a group of men forces themselves past where my beloved is locked onto my body. The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, oh how I have missed this, I have missed this woman.

I softly moan deep in my chest; once again, it has been proven that we are destined to be with each other for eternity.

"My beloved, do I even dare to beg for forgiveness?"

"Sebastian, you have not done anything wrong. It is not your fault that she tricked you."

"Well, in a way, it is."

I watch her with amusement on her face, which is turning into a slight concern of anger. "Please do explain what you mean."

"You see, my beloved, I can simply not help that I am so handsome."

"Sebastian! I am serious. What have you done?"

"Nothing much but my presence of perfection."

"Oh my god, you are so full of yourself."

"Indeed, full I am."

I run my hands over her waist and resting them at the small of her back, but as I find my hands trail the way, her expose skin melts by only my touch. If I was not captivated before, then I truly am now.

But as soon as I rest my hand just above would possibly is the tightest ass I would ever feel in all my life, then out of nowhere, the flat of her hand comes crashing into my cheek.

"Ouch! What was that for my beloved?"

As she speaks, her angel voice peeks, "Sebastian, what are you doing? You are acting creepy."

"Well, I have been called a few things, but I can honestly say that creep is not one of them."

"You are making me starting to think that I should have left you with your fairy friend here."

"No, please don't."

Then I hear Elloise utter with the most confidence, "Please keep him. He is a handful; I don't know how you put up with him."

"A lot of patience," Anastasia says, "And love, something you lacked from the start," she adds.

And as Anastasia turns to face me again, and I look into those blue eyes, "You have proven you shall go to the ends of the world for me. I can never repay such a deep affection."

She waves her finger up and down my body, "Now why won't I go look for this? I love all the craziness that is you, your silly jokes, your insatiable drive to please me. I love you, the way you care for me."

Then beyond what I can ever imagine, she pulls me closer to her once again. I feel seven sensations of pleasure as her long delicate fingers find their way underneath the buttons of my black designer shirt. She runs her nails over every inch of my rippled abs. That frustration has now hit an all-time high, and high is what I want to find myself in every corner of her body.

Then she softly whispers in my ear, "Even if you were a frog, I would love you."

I cannot help but chuckle at her; I lean closer until my breath is lingering on the tips of her ear, "What do you say? Come swim in my pond then."

"I am already drowning; guess it is your turn to save me."

I get the biggest smirk on my face.

Then as she realizes that her body is still tightly pressed against mine, she slowly steps away. I immediately feel the void that she leaves behind. I step one step closer to her and slowly drive that gorgeous body back into the wall. I pin her gently between my arms, not being able to keep the words at bay; I say what I have desired to say to her that very moment that she leaped into my arms.

"You smell sweeter than honey; I bet you taste far better."

I run the edges of my lips softly against her cheek. I hear her breath hitch, and then she softly whimpers my name.

"Sebastian."

I run my warm breath slowly over her soft cheek to her deep red velvety lips. They are but only an inch away from touching hers. Then with only one wink, they touch. I cannot help but close my eyes as my senses are filled with the sweet taste of cotton candy.

I can feel her heart rate as it picks up a pace; I have her right where I want her to be. With the utmost confidence that I have her hooked, I step one step away from her body. But she pulls me back in.

"Sebastian."

I gently nudge her chin between my fingers. And if all at once, she stops breathing and the crowd disappears, it is her and me alone.

Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I pull her deep cherry lips closer to mine. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but she lets it rest against my pounding heart. As she studies my eyes, I reflect back into hers; there are so many emotions swirling around in them.

Then, I claim her lips in a gentle touch, nothing but my lips resting on hers. Just before I pull away, I nibble at her bottom lip. I feel as her body trembles. I have achieved what I have intended.

But Edward that has been watching the rather strange exchange in our reunion clears his throat rather loudly, "You two do know that we are still in public?"

Just then, she steps back and leaves my body cold. I reach out to pull her close; I want to feel the raging fire between us.

"This is not over, my beloved."

"Oh, I am counting on that. Now let us take her to her fate."

I glance over at Edward, for I believe the man would have come prepared with a rather fitting suggestion.

"So, my dear Edward, what have you resolved on punishment for her."

"Well, Sebastian, I did get a nasty little spell, that for one, is true payback and, secondly, no possibility of reversing."

"Oh, do tell?"

"She shall live the full life as a human. Her beauty will fade, her body will ache, she shall die alone with some poor soul that loves pink."

But then I do get quite a marvelous idea, I wink at the poor exhausted Vampire Hunter, "Do you favor yourself something sweet, my dear friend?"

"Yes, in fact, I do, so why don't you hand over Anastasia, and you can have your little fairy."

"Well, I do believe your exhaustion does bring extra humor out in you. But all jokes besides. Thank you for being by my beloved's side through all of this. I do hold it dear to my hear."

"Any time Sebastian, but please not anytime soon. I am not a Vampire; this body does grow old."

"Do you mean…"

"Yes, I don't know if I am happy or sad; still a bit divided, but I am not an Ancient anymore."

"I guess everything is back to normal."