Whimpering softly, her eyes searched
his gently, both fearing him and loving
him, both adoring and abhorring the
ravishing of both her soul and her body
that always seemed to take place when
she was warm within his embrace.

Strong, slightly chill hands slowly rove
up her body, from her hips to her chest
to her cheeks, along her shoulders and
slowly up her arms, to the joining of her
wrists by a satiny strip of black silk to
the metallic bedpost above her head.

Squirming a bit beneath him, gazing up
toward the soft, cool fabric that kept her
so bound, she bit her lip, feigning fear as
she looked again into his eyes, before
allowing them to flutter closed, pouting
and playing sad, sniffling softly.

Laughing, he shook his head and kissed
her pouting lips, slowly working free the
knot that held her wrists tied, purring against
her throat, her head arching back to allow
him full access as his teeth graced her flesh
predatorially, holding her freed wrists down.

Struggling more, whimpering with false fear,
she arched her body against his absently as
she tried to pull her hands away, out of his
ironclad hold, batting her eyes in defeat,
lowering her gaze from his own with a sad
little, muffled sound as his lips came over hers.

Groaning into the kiss, her body still tense
beneath his, still occasionally attempting at
her continually hopeless escape, she squeezed
her eyes shut tightly, and for a moment thought
of something sad, just to fake tears for him, which
he pitied, but still he refused to let her go.

Pouting sadly, she shivered as he licked up the
tear she managed to conjure up and allow to fall
down her cheek like the first raindrop down a
freshly cleaned windowpane before the storm,
she screamed her frustration and thrashed
beneath him a second, before giving in again.

Lost within another deeply passionate kiss,
she groaned deeper, yelping softly as he bit
her bottom lip slightly, stroking her cheek with
one hand, her arms still held above her head
with the other, before he drew one of her wrists
to his lips with one of his warming hands.

Small hands and slight wrists, she had faded
scars and tear filled eyes, soft, hazel hued
eyes that reflected his own, filled with passion
and desire, despite her playful fear, she was
lustful and excited, and she truly loved him,
she really, truly wanted him, so deeply.

Smiling, he knew that look in her eyes so well,
kissing her wrist very gently, slowly dipping his
tongue forth from his mouth to lick her sensitive
flesh, ever so careful, ever so mean with his
teasing, knowing that he drove her wild, gracing
her flesh with his fangs before sinking them in.

Gasping, she arched up against him, and he
gave her what she most desired, sinking himself
deeply into her warmth, suckling upon the wound
in her wrist, his teeth like a razor, but cutting
her with love and compassion, drinking her blood
because it was his life: she was his life.

"Oh, Love!" She moaned, calling his name again
and again, feeling him press into her hard and
fast, occasionally dropping the tempo of his
love making to a slower, soothing, savoring
speed, enjoying ever second, every minute
he was inside her, vowing never to leave.

Whispering "I love you"s into one another's
ears, nipping and stroking at each other's
flesh, each one deeply in love, and loving
the other more and more with each day, each
undeniably beautiful moment, each word, each
action, every single red rose shared.

Cresting the plateau of their passion, the two
jumped over the edge into a spiral of bliss,
shuddering, body to body, soul belonging to
soul, flesh melding into flesh, eternally owned
by one another, completely and utterly happy,
Loving and existing together forever.

The eternal rose never dies as long as the
silken, scarlet petals of its beauty are fed
with the blood of a warm heart, the desiring
glint of passion within deeply gazing eyes,
and two lovers can find it within themselves
to become lost in each other for all infinity.