(BEWARE)A Lover's Dance(EROTIC)

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was gazing at her tenderly, and he saw how his touch caused the almost imperceptable reaction. This was such a dream encounter. She was enchanting and his mind told him that she could not be real, he must be dreaming, the music and dancing had caused him to become drunken and he had fallen into some stupor and was dreaming. But with whom had he been dancing if not the beautiful woman whose hand moved so delicately and slow to cover his own. His heart skipped a beat or two as she made contact with him. Her skin was smooth like silk to his touch.

She was so patient and reserved, a true lady. He asked for nothing more than this night, and with it the promise of something to envision when life came as it always did with trials and foibles, tribulation and strife. A happy image to ward off sadness and cheer him with its hope of a happy ending.

He was in a happy state of blissful half daydream when she kissed his palm so softly. Her lips like the brush of a feather on his skin. She was so delicate, he suddenly felt protective of her; and just as suddenly he knew it was irrational. There was quiet strength in her poise and confidence. If it came to it he was certain she would be protecting him. How he could know this he did not dare to think, but he knew it was true as certainly as he knew he was sitting here beside her on the edge of the fountain.

He was saddened at her words, was she saying the evening was coming to an end? Were his moments with her numbered already? The way she was looking at him was allureing and inviting yet guarded. Her words; however, sent ice through his heart, "Would that I could make them last," he sighed. "These moments such as they are been have too few." He boldly turned her hand and placed his lips at her wrist; a gentle kiss in return.

His eyes were dusky blue now, not a trace of turquoise in them anymore. They belied his emotion of dark turmoil; sadness because he knew this had to end and he didn't want it to, and restraint with which he was holding himself tightly in control. He had the darkest desire to just once press his lips against hers, and as he instinctively knew she was stronger than he could hope to be, he knew that it would be like tasting forbidden wine. That didn't mean he desired it any less; forbidden wine was the sweetest. He had not pulled away when he had leaned into kiss her wrist and he looked into her eyes. They were the most exceptional shade of silver, like pools of moonlight. They were also only a breath away.

[within7temptation]

Again, the cold and some how strangely pleasent shiver ran down her delicatly curving spine. "...Morgan..." Her voice was soft and slightly husky and it held a soft moan. Almost a warning while it was almost a plea. Duskarie found herself leaning a little closer to him as she reached up and ran her dainty fingers through the horse tail that he had maid with his tail, making the single ringlet into many thinner ringlets. It was an uncounciouse action, as was the same when she moved those same fingers lightly over the mortal man's cheek bone. The vapiress's pale hands were shaking and her wrist seemed to burn where he had pressed his lips to her skin. The sensation was not unpleasent... But it was almost unfamiliar.
She had felt this way the first time Marques had touched her. Slowly, her silver eyes turned a deep blue. The shade was almost electrical blue, while at the same time it was almost a deep and beautiful sapphire. They were a pair of those beautifully dark blue gems caught in the light of the high noon sun. A pressure began to build in her uper jaw, a tingeling that lasted only a moment. Her fangs had lengthened, but not really noticably. When this particular female was... Arroused... her eyes turned that very unusual shade of blue and her fangs grew longer by only a cenemeter or two. Again she uttered his name, for it was both a curse and a prayer to her this night.

[morgandubhbraon]

He was only just in control and her voice saying his name, barely audible in the night air, it pulled his heart and caused a deeper blush to color his cheeks as his heart betrayed his caving composure. He closed his eyes for a breath and when he opened them she was still there. He smiled and his breath caught in his throat as a trail of fire raced down his neck and across his spine from her gentlest touch on his hair. He imagined that it would be like wildfire burning through him if she had made contact with his skin.

He was so attuned to her his senses were on overload and charged. When she touched his cheek so lightly ghosting her caress across his pale skin it left a burning trail behind. Never had he felt this sensation from a woman's touch. He was only twenty-one, but he was not completely innocent. But in his short life he had never experienced such a heightened sensation as this.

His eyes, jet black in his state of desire, were quick to notice the sudden flush of color in hers. They were the most clear sapphire he'd ever seen; like the crystal Locke by his Castle the color of water and evening skies. He moved ever so slightly to trace his thumb across her jaw and cup his fingers behind her neck. His hands were out of his control, he was captured in her eyes and drowning like a man who was lost. He could no more stay his caress than he could the beating of his own heart.

But he was gentle, ever so delicate with his touch; not hesitant, bold actually, but cautious lest he break the spell that had been woven over them both. "Duskarie," he whispered, barely more than a sigh, "may I taste your lips?" He held her eyes, but he had to ask her permission before he acted. He would not advance if she said nay, but in his heart and reflected in his dark eyes he was begging her to say yes.

[within7temptation]

She had begun to shake uncontrolably by now, need building within her core and she nodded. Her breaths came in a soft, though extremly frantic panting. Excitement. Lust. And yet again, her fangs grew just a little. She would have to be very careful on this enchanting night. There were reasons Vampires so rarely took on humans as lovers and companions. But there was so much life in this one particular mortal... A spark that would remain even after death. And if she turned him this night... No! That certain thought would nor be finnished. The clear shade of her eyes wavered, taking on flecks of teal and silver before changing back to sapphire blue again.
A soft whimper escaped her throat. It was a very cat-like sound if one paid enough attention to it. She was yerning to kiss him, to feel his lips -which looked so firm and inviting- upon her own soft, petal-colored ones. She was already imagining his body pressed close to hers in an imbrace. The feel of his hand on the nape of her neck and the color of his eyes. "Please..." She moved closer and placed her hand on his chest. Her fingers hooked slightly, as if to hold him and pull him closer.

[morgandubhbraon]

The raw need in her eyes and caught in her aura were reaching out to him. His own desperate want flickered in his eyes and thrummed in his chest turning the beat of his heart to a stacatto rhythm. His breath caught, never leaving his lungs and his rapid heartbeat pounded against them sonding loud in his ears. The swift tiny nod of assent... the instantanious release of restraint. His dark eyes pourd into hers and he was barely able to contain his elation.

Her soft plea broke his stony stance and he leaned in the slight distance between them. He kept his eyes open wanting to see her reaction as his lips touched hers gently, and then firmly. Her hand on his chest sent a barb of flame straight to his heart and time stopped. Her lips were like velvet and soft, they yoelded to his and he fought valiantly to maintain his control. He was the gentleman, at least for this night; and much as he wanted to deepen the kiss further he restrained himself. Somehow and with Hurculean effort he managed to stop with just a frim kiss. Just the firm pressure of his lips against hers.

But he wanted so much more. Her fingers were flames against his skin, and he knew that taking her in his arms would ignite that passionate spark throughout his body. His hand came up and captured her arm gently, yet firmly; lovingly like a lover's caress. He didn't want to break apart and his body made to break the pressure but his brain said no. He wound up moving a fraction apart but with their lips still connected and then reconnedted, a bit more firmly this time.

His eyes drank in her face, the expression, and the reflection of his own ecstatic response lighting the air around them. Then he moved away slightly, looking at her as his lips felt frozen instantly from the lack of contact. It hadn't been a terribly long kiss, but it had been a passionate one. Nad it had kindled a blaze deep within him.

[within7temptation]

A strange and unexpected warmth filled her. Passion had started her heart on a quickened and rather loud pace. She had to fight in order to keep her darkened eyes opened as her freed hand slid up his arm and onto the hollow place between his neck and his shoulder. She could feel his eyes on her face and the passion he felt. His hand grasping her small arm only added to the feeling of complete urgency that had overthrown any shyness or awkwarness. This night had turned into a time of pure pleasure.
But their time was limited. The sun, her one and only true enemy, would force her to either leave this place and return to her near-by penthouse, or it would cause her to use the elegant suit that she tended to use when she attended the ball. That would probably be the case this night, for she had come to dread this human's departure and she was hoping to keep him with her as long as his own limited time would allow.
It was not long before she was lost in their gentle and yet some how fiery kiss. An amazing kiss that had been much too short and had left her needing him more. Duskarie watch him for a moment, her well manicured nails digging softly into the flesh that covered his chest. And as her eyes studied his own dark orbs, the way his hair looked and its every color, and the structure of his facial bones, realization hit her. Her private set of rooms... They were accessable not only by the main hall and the staircasees that led from in, but also by the main part of the mansion. The only ones who knew what was going on were the ones that intended on the same thing, though most of those would be waiting until dawn.
She smiled slyly as she stood and took his hands in her own. The woman did not ask, for it should have been obviouse, as she pulled him from the fountain and led him around the courtayard to a side door. The stair case they used was sturdy and made no sound as her feet moved up it and down the hallway that was covered in lush carpet of silvery gray. The door she took him through next was large and made of dark oak. Within was a room decorated in black and red with furnitiure of very dark wood and a king-sized bed. Hints of silver were set about, silver candle holders on the mantle or picture frames on the wall. She released his hand and turned to close the door with a soft, almost inaudible "click."
Duskarie said nothing as she turned back to him and smiled softly. Half shy and half sly. Her movements were cautiouse and tender as she made her way back in front of Morgan and put her hands on his chest. She was close enough to him that her small frame brushed against his much taller one. And when she reached up to kiss him, it was a tender kiss. But suggestive. She felt that she would regret something about this night soon, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what it would be. All she knew was that she had denied herself the simple pleasures of life far too often in order to remain respectable towards her coven, and that tonight none of it mattered. Tonight, her need ruled over all things. And her need tonight was Morgan.
Her eyes slid half way closed as she allowed herself to get lost in this kiss.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was barely breathing now, he was burning and his eyes were locekd on her form, her face. Her touch was another layer of flame to the fire and his brain was beyond reason. She clung to him, her nails biting lightly yet deliciously into his flesh. His lips turned up at the corners, but his eyes remained dark..glittering like black diamonds and lidded in deep want and the internal war for propriety.

Oh how he did not desire for propreity.

He wathed her face contemplation, desire, and a sudden insight crossed her features. He liked the slow, sure look that spread across her delicate features. Her lips curved in a grin that was self assured and lightly commanding. He moved as one with her as she stood and the gentle guiding of her eyes as she looked toward the Palace. He followed her with a half grin and a different light in his eyes, he was confident and he followed obediently, yet with head held high. They entered a side door, and he grinned; he knew all about secret entrances and passageways that were indisclosed to many.

They climbed swiftly and silently, partners in discretion. Until they came to a carved oaken doorway. The chambers within were stately and plush without being too lavish. Reds and dark woods pleasant to his eyes and senses. The curtains were tightly closed, just the way he liked them, and the light from siver candlesticks offered a low sensual glow of ambiance to the room.

She left him, and he frowned slightly, but it was only to close and lock the door. His expression morphed quickly, a grin dark and beguiling curved his lips and his eyes were crinkled in satisfied mirth. She crossed back to him and lay her hand on his chest, on bare skin above the undone lacings of his shirt. He leaned in to her as she turned her face up towards him, the moon and another celecstial body spinning in the night sky moving closer until they crash together and consume each other.

She touched her lips to his again, and his eyes closed on their own, he had given over to pleasure and control was fading fast. He parted his lips and touched the tip of his tongue to her soft lips, tasting her essence and begging for entrance, the kiss was the tender that ignited the ember that had blossomed within him already.

Her body was pressed to his and he brought his arms around her thin form to caress and possess her as his. For this night they would belong together, and he would be gentle; and he would be tender, but he would also be passionate and show her the depth of his desire.

He pulled her off her feet into his arms fully supporting her slight weight with his body and in his arms which were deceptivey strong. He moved across the room closer to the bed and pinned her against the canopy frame, the heavy velvet curtains cushioned their weight against the dark oak spire. He moved from the intoxication of her lips to her neck gentle anf firm as he kissed from the hollow just under her chin across and up to just under her jaw.

[within7temptation]

A low moan, so very soft and sensual, escaped her as her skin began to burn. His lips upon her slender throat were the cause, a fire that burne within her so hot that it froze her. The strong curtains behind her gave not an inch as she pushed at his wait coat, trying to push it off of him. And after she had succeeded in doing such, her deft fingers moved loxwe to work the laces of his shirt loose. Anicipation. Her corset had begun to feel much too tight and the skirtin of her lovely dress seemed to be much too heavy. But for now, her attention would have to be split between the man's passionet kisses and the stubborn laces that held his slippery shirt together.
At last... With the strands at least loosened considerably, she pulled at the bottom of the shirt and then pushed it up and off of Morgan. A soft blush covered her high cheek bones as his chest was revealed to her bright gaze. The frantic pounding of her heart increased and she leaned close to gently graze her fangs over his bared skin. Not once did she draw blood from his body as her mouth moved from his shoulder and across his collar bone, then down to where his heart was. She kissed him there as she began to undo the laces of her corset. It took less time, seeing as how the thic material was made to fit so tight that, once untied, the laces loosened on their own accord.
The skirt was just as easy to remove. She had slipped out of her velvety slippers already and was tossing the corset part of her dress to the side as her lips moved up Morgan's neck, lingering on his frantic pulse for a fraction of a second, to find his jaw-line and then his lips again. The black skirting had a zipper on the left side, so it was only a matter of seconds before the silken matterial had been removed and formed a dark mass at their feet. All that reamained was the small scrap of a dark blue thong.
Gently, she dug her nails into his biceps and stood on her toes. Her words came out in a soft whisper beside his ear. "I want to make you remember me, Morgan. I'm trully a very different person from the woman you think I am, but I still want you to remember me." Dragging her long nails down his arms -the arms that had lifted her so easily that she had felt so very fragile- and taking his hands, she opened the dark curtains to the bed and pulled him down with her.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan enjoyed knowing he was the cause of the slight sounds she was making, it emboldened him and he knew she complied with continuing. He was just thinking how cumbersome his jacket was and how constricting clothing was at all when she began the ministrations to remove some of the offense for him. His heartbeat thrummed as she nipped at his skin gently and erotically. His breeches were definitely confining and uncomfortable; he would have to do something about that soon...

He was only contemplating this for a moment when she began to take his job away from him and undid her corset easily. It might have been a good thing, because he would surely have gotten the strings tangled and made a fool of himself. He forgot how to breathe when he caught a glimpse of pale shoulder and more skin freed from the confines of clothing. Her kisses were not helping his brain recall how to make his lungs function. A slow moan sounded low in his throat as her lips captured his again.

Her nails caressed his skin and he shivered involuntarily. He laughed as she pulled him down onto the bed and he turned so he was cradling her in his arms. Her words caused him a little consternation, and he pulled away from her to look into her beautiful blue eyes. "Duskarie, I respect every hair on your head, and I will think nothing but the highest regard for you. And you have nothing to fear of remembrance; the image of my Dark Angel was burned into my brain from the moment you stepped out of the doorway and I first laid eyes on you.

He ran his fingers across her cheekbones and kissed where his fingers had touched before finding her mouth once again and kissing her with all the pent up passion held prisoner within him this night. His boots were easy to slip off using each opposite toe, the stockings followed, and his free hand made light work of his breeches. The stiff brocade silk helped him shove them off in one swift movement. He had nothing left to cover him and no thought of modesty anyway.

He lay there now bare to the world, and only the eyes of one woman who mattered to him. His strong arms were wrapped around her and he shifted again so that he was laying over her and she was on the soft mattress below him. He slid one leg across and straddled her inert form. Only the thin material of her thong stood between him and complete bliss. But he had plans for how to take care of that restricting piece of cloth.

He began to plant gentle kisses over her face, on each cheek, her chin, the tip of her nose, and finally each eyelid. Then he nudged her chin up with his nose as he nuzzled her neck. He kissed slowly and deliberately down her neck and over to firmly press his lips on the rounded curve of her shoulder then move on to one collar bone, nipping the protrusion in the flesh lightly as he slipped down to the erect curve of her breast. He grinned roguishly and then his tongue flicked out to make contact with just the tip, then his lips wrapped around the aureola and he suckled gently; his fingers wrapped around her arm and held on to help him remember that this was reality. He released the hard nub and moved to ensure that the attention was not one sided.

[within7temptation]

Duskarie's eyes flashed a brilliant icy blue for the space of a mere second before thy darken to that brilliant sapphire once more. The site of his body above her own, the warmth of his skin brushing against her, had her shivering and clenching her hands. Her nails dug into the soft skin of her palms every time, leaving little half-moons. It was all she could do to not reach her hans and dig her nails into his shoulders. With this particular female, passionate sex tended to border on the edge of violent sex... If the two variations did not blend completely.
His lips on her face made her grin almost sheepishly, until he began to move lower. Teeth on skin... Burning excitement. She wanted him. Badly. And something told her that they had only this one night before he would have to leave her. Of course, she could always find him later; She had the means to do it and the time. But would he still be so passionet towards her if she sought him out?
His toung flicking out over the swollen tip of her brest had cut all of her frantic and confused thoughts short and had surprised a soft gasp from her. Her hips rolled up towards him as her need built. Her body jerked as he wrapped his hand around her arm, but she made no other move to dislodge his hold on her. She didn't want to.
Her body had been so tense, but it began to relax when Morgan pulled away. Her head rested on the lavish pillows as she reached up to put her arms around him and pulled him close again. Slowly, she traced on hand down his spine and around to his stomache. From there, it went lower. She took his length in her small hand as she pressed his lips to his throat with a dark chuckle. The vampiress drug the nails of her other hand across his back lightly.
Yes... An ectremely violent passion burned within her small form.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan groaned in frustration and desperation. He lay on the pillow in indecision, he had to collect his thoughts so as to remain gentle, because a basal lust was creeping through his thoughts and he wanted to just take her; rough, hard and fast.

Her hand ghosting over his flesh brought his desire back in force and when she wrapped that hand around his erection he gasped his eyes shot open to see her tiny fingers wrapped around his swollen manhood. He grinned and began to lose his carefully regained control. When she dug her nails across his back the barely maintained control broke. He grabbed her around her waist in one hand and flipped her again onto her back, this time when he leaned over her his eyes were dark pools fathomless and coal black. A grin of possession was on his mouth but could not light the darkness of his eyes. He removed the tiny scrap of fabric keeping her from him and placed one hand between her legs to tease her and work her into more of a frenzy.

He ran one finger between her labia until he felt the telltale response. His grin norphed into a knowing smirk as he rubbed the tiny nub. He worked with only that one finger, it was all he would need to gain the control he wanted. He had no hope of keeping this polite anymore. Her fingers caressing his flesh would be better as claws of desire; harsh teeth instead of soft lips. He wanted this to be as hard as she would let him, and leave his mark on her forever.

He smiled in satisfaction as her back arched and her hips rose to meet his ministrations. If women had one weakness it would be that little piece of flesh, the clittoris. He was working her to a frenzy now and he wanted to see her pleasure build before he had any of his own. He slipped two fingers into her tight heat; testing the waters, you might say. That movement proved to be his undoing. He pulled his hand away and placed one knee on either side of her as he looked down at her. Her body was in the perfect position for him to continue but he wanted to see her face, watch her eyes as he entered that heat joining the flames and building the fire.

He kept his gaze on her face as he moved his hips just slightly to postion himself at her entrance. Gods above how he wanted this. He watched her expression for the assent, but couldn't wait any longer. He thrust his hips forward painfully slowly as he allowed her body to adjust to his size and hardness. He didn't want to hurt her, but this was agony as he wanted to be sheathed deep inside of her and moving with her as one. He knew they would be perfection together; and a spark glinted in his eyes again as he was finally deep inside her moist warmth. He sighed and moved gently taking time at first to make sweet love to her before he gave over to his real desire to take her with him over the heights of ecstacy. He leaned in to capture her lips again.

[within7temptation]

A soft, though very odd, noise erupted from low within her throat as his hands explored her slick and heated core. The sound was almost a purr, though not entirly, for it was also a growl. And then again, somewhere within that needful noise, was a harsh moan. He wanted her in a frenzy? Oh... She was so much further into her passion and her lust than to be considered within a simple state of frenzy! She was actually to the point that, if he did not proceed soon, she would be forced to take over the roll of dominance. Such an occasion was rare, but inevitable. Esspecially when a woman had gone almost seventy years, if not longer, without the pleasure of a man moving between her thighs.
Her body tightened around his searching fingers as he slid in the second. She dug her nails into his arms and, for the first time, drew a few small dropplets of blood. Again her eyes swiftly turned to that clear, icy blue... And stayed that way. Her lust turned her eyes to that brilliant sapphire, but her thirst had always made them go almost white. When the two were mixed, ice.
"Morgan..." Her back arched again as the man slid into her. But gods he was going to slow! She dug her nails in a little more and drug them down his biceps as she lifted her head and ran her lengthened fangs over his collar. If he didn't get the message... Well, she'd have to make it clearer.
Although, it rarely got clearer than a vampiress digging her sharp nails into a man's arms.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan was enjoying the play of emotions on her face, and although he was still learning her eyes he loved the shade of liquid ice they were at this moment. Her intent grasp drawing blood from his skin was the catalyst to get him moving. He released the chained beast from his mind and let lust win over. He began to be more agressive, he was no longer slow and careful he was rough and demanding. She seemed to respond and not object.

He was given over to the purple monster, Lust. He gazed into her icy eyes and vowed to melt them with the heat of his desire and want. He felt the danger radiate off her in waves and it heightened his intensity. His pace was frantic and agressive now; yet he was still intent that she be pleased. He was too much a gentleman to take and not give. He bit her shoulder playfully and nipped her lip before kissing her passionately joining their bodies in several ways with a delicious intensity.

The heat of their union was beating through him like his heartbeat flaming his desore into passioned frenzy. He wanted this to be remarkable, and he wasn't having to do anything to make it that way. He was just giving himself to her completely. There were no barriers, there was nothing not given. He made love to her completely and with abandon. He'd never given so much of himself to anyone.

He felt the heat spiriling within him and growing in his middle. He was reaching the pinnacle swiftly and he pulled her body to his and pressed her close as he felt himself falling over the precipice into the void of ecstacy. He cried out, "Duskarie, my love."

And he was falling into the aftermath of great passion and complete release.

[within7temptation]

His voice in her ears caused her blood to boil as her thighs tightened around him. Her slick sheath clenched and her eyes finally darkened once more. She raked her nails down her lover's back, smiling openly from the shear pleasure of their union. She was growing so close to her climax. The friction against her sex was simply deliciouse. But there was one problem... She liked to bite during sex, which proved dangerouse in this particular circumstance. It was well enough to bite a vampiric lover during a moment of intamency. But she feared to bite Morgan. Feared him knowing her secrets.
She moaned softly when he pulled her closer and closed her eyes. Her climax came crashing over her in amazing, yet blinding waves. She cried out in perfect ecstacy as her back arched up towards Morgan and her legs began to quiver uncontrolably. Her entire body shook with the streangth of her release.
Opening her eyes again, she smiled and gave a soft chuckle. That dark, clear sapphire was slowly gaining a slight gray tinge and lightening. But it was very, very slow. Her fingers traced the man's cheek bone and she sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and then his throat. "Morgan, I..." What? What could she tell him to express how he had just made her feel.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan felt her tense and as she arched her back he arched into her driving himself deep as he found his release. He felt her tremble as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over him. It was too soon that he felt the light of reality breaking through his fog of pleasure. Her words brought him crashing back to the present and this moment. He looked into her eyes, the silvery light of the moon shining back at him again.

He kissed her, "Don't speak, please. Don't mar what is perfection. I know, and no words can reveal more to me in this moment." He pulled himself away from her and wrapped her in his arms cradling her again. There would be time for languid baths in the new day, for now he just wanted to hold on to this feeling and this moment. His brain was argueing that it was fleeting, and his heart was fighting saying it could not be so when it had been too perfect. They ahd touched each other, he knew it.

He rested that way just listening to the sound of his breathing in his ears and his heart slowing to a normal rhythm, that would pick up a stacatto rhythm every so often as he played scenes of their chance encounter in his mind to permanently etch this night forever there. He wished he had more time but he knew he had to return to his friends and would be going home by a Week's end. He had no way of knowing how to find her again, was this where she stayed, how long was she here? Questions ravaged his peaceful state and he fought to regain his calm. He sighed content to lay there with this woman in his arms for now.