Beyond Reproach

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 She inhaled a quick, tremulous breath and let it out slowly, allowing her eyes to slide closed against the overwhelming anxiety that his mere presence evoked, especially when he stood just close enough for her to feel his warm breath upon the back of her head and neck as he spoke..... "Do you trust me?"he asked, firmly but quietly, though almost daring her to say 'no'. She tried to nod a reply, but was taken back at the displeased growl that demanded she audibly voice her answer... "Yes," she breathed, a tremor slithering down her spine at the nails that raked tauntingly over the sensitive skin of her neck to trickle along her jawline with something akin to adoration. He would not give her the pleasure of vocalizing his affections, instead preferring to make them known through his actions. "You are so beautiful," he purred with seething lust, inclining his head to rain kisses upon her throat from his position behind her. Regardless of her obstinate desire to become one with the mystifying darkness that seduced her so, she remained--as always--the light that complemented his own dark; the purity that challenged his corruption. He needed her, he knew, if he was to keep the beast within himself quelled... if only until the next time..... His mind reeled at the mere scent of her anticipation: salty as human sweat, though sweet, and yet, tainted with something sour and tragic... sugar-coated despair. He chuckled hoarsely. He didn't know what kind of game she was trying to play, or whether she was even playing it with him or inflicting such upon herself. He'd be damned if he didn't emerge the victor, in either case. She tipped her head back as a hand descended down her chest, traveling back up to rest heavily a the base of her throat. He took a step forward so his front now rested along the length of her back, his free arm sliding around her torso to hold her tightly and securely in place against his heated body. He sighed as his heart pounded furiously against her back, feeling her own pulse flutter beneath his fingers. She brought a tentative hand to the back of his head, fingertips delving softly into silken tresses. Her lips parted to allow the entrance and exit of yet another quivering breath that swiftly crescendoed into a sound reminiscent of what one might expect from a kicked puppy. His fingers teased her most sensitive of areas, dancing just along the sleek opening before plunging forward a time or two and then abandoning the vicinity altogether. A deep, amorous rumble echoed from the depths of his throat as he licked the sweet, tantalizing juices from his fingers, his mind going hazy at the intoxication it seemed to elicit. He caressed her small, modest breasts, gently at first, then with a fervor that only served to fuel the animal within as, so on and so forth, he devoured her: mind, body and soul, until neither of them could even take the time to draw a full breath. Once it was done, he cradled her panting and trembling form in his arms, stroking her hair as he whispered words of praise and reverence in her ear. For now the demon was sated, and sated it would remain until once again the sight, feel, and essence of her young, pliant body proved too much; until the thought of those pretty, ethereal blue eyes pleading for him became more than he could bear. Even then, as she did now, she would smile sweetly up at him, the only man worthy of the privilege to rule her as he pleased without fear of reproach or repulsion. And she would lean in after a nod of assent, and claim his heart through the most chaste of kisses. And he would surrender it to her, if only for the remainder of the night....... I wrote this story back in the summer of 2007 and is in NO way related to the Twilight series.