A.N: this is it! *tear*

Tremble For My Beloved

To a world where madness craves

To a world where hope's enslaved

Oh I'll tremble for my love always

It’s a world where madness craves

It’s a world where hopes enslaved

Yeah, I tremble for you, love, always

That night, Will slept better than he had in a long, long time. The feeling of Emilie curled up against his body without the fear of someone harming her let him relax and sleep peacefully. The two slept for about two days after that, letting the exhaustion that ruled their lives for so long just slink away from them.

It had been a month since Em killed Henry and since then, Em and Will had gotten their own apartment. The apartment was still in London, but it was nice to be just a bit farther away from Tristan when the two were becoming intimate. In that past month, the two spent more nights awake, making out and other such activities, than actually hunting or sleeping. Will had become quite attuned to Em’s sighs and moans, which not only gave him a nice ego boost, but made Em, feel nice as well.

Pressing his lips against her own, Will pushed Em to the bed. He felt the soft skin of her stomach pressed against his own, the warmth of her skin warming his cool exterior. They had just had “dinner” with her family and spent the entire time touching each other, whether holding hands or Will, having a death wish, attempted to feel Em up. The two had left early for obvious reasons.

As of the moment, they were on their bed, with Em’s legs wrapped tightly around Will’s waist. She held him close to her, pressing his head closer to her own. She felt her lips bruising, but it was a sweet and tantalizing kind of pain. Em nibbled on his lip, bringing it into her own mouth. He didn’t even understand how they got here, but he wasn’t complaining. He threaded his hands in her hair, pulling her closer to him, tugging so lightly on the silken strands.

Emilie moaned lightly, rolling him over so that she was on top, running her hands over his chest. He was wearing a deep blue button down shirt, with the first two buttons unbuttoned. The material felt nice against her skin, like silk. Em’s hands began to unbutton the buttons of his shirt before she became frustrated, tearing the material. Buttons went flying as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, with Will chuckling softly against her lips.

“I understand that you want to see me naked, but you’ll have to wait just a few minutes longer, my love.” Will teased, letting his hands run down her shoulders, to rest on her hips. He pushed her down into the bed, coming to rest above her as his hand dove into his pant’s front pocket. His black eyes met her blue ones, canvassing his nervousness for everyone to see. Em smiled softly at him, hoping to soothe his frayed nerves. She brought her hand up to meet his face, running her fingertips across his lips and high cheekbones.

“Don’t be nervous, Will. I love you very, very much.” Em soothed, leaning in to place tiny kisses across his brow and eyelids.

“I love you more.” He said, nuzzling her nose with his own.

“That isn’t possible.” Em replied, her hand coming up to grab his. She pulled him down on top of her, laughing at him softly. “Nothing you can possibly tell me would make me feel any different.” She said as Will smiled at her, shaking his head slightly.

“You don’t know what you say, my darling. But either way, I need to let you know.” Will began, sitting up and turning to look at her. “You cannot laugh at me, because honestly, your friends are going to be jealous of what I’m going to do.”

Em rolled her eyes.

“I saw that. Anyways…” he began, touching the bulge in his jeans pocket, when Em raised her eyebrows at him.

“You’re a kinky one, aren’t you?” She teased, earning an eye roll from Will.

“Are you done?” He asked, but decided not to wait for an answer. “I had this great speech planned, but naturally, you ruined it. But you see, I expect nothing less and I’ll deal with it, because I do love you. What I planned on saying, well, it was rather sappy, but true. I’ve never lied to you about anything big…”

“Except being my mate?” Em said, sitting up straight, staring up at his dark eyes. “But that’s hardly anything important.”

“…except for that. But I do hope you forgive me, because I do love you so much. You are the most precious thing to me and there is no one that can take your place in my eyes. No woman will be lovelier, smarter than or as perfect for me as you are,” Will continued, taking the bulge out of his pants to reveal a small velvet box. He heard Em’s breath catch in her throat. “Before you, even when I was human, the sun never seemed so bright and the nights seemed so long. Before you, I couldn’t comprehend the kind of happiness I could feel. But now, those dark nights have been lightened by the burning sun--you--and I see the world for the first time. Now, I hope it’s enough to have a long and happy life with me. Emilie Jane Aldridge, I love you beyond words and would you be my wife?”

Will opened the small, velvet box to reveal a heart shaped diamond on a silver band with smaller pink diamonds encrusted on the band. It was a thick band that would fit her finger perfectly. A few tears fell from her eyes as she stared at the ring.

“It’ll be enough for forever.” She cried out, throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. She felt his breath on her neck, but he pushed her away softly.

“Look at the band.” He said.

Em looked down at the ring that he was still holding and slipped it from the velvet box. She turned it to see the inside of the band and let a few more tears fall from her blue eyes. On the silver band, the words W+E were engraved in cursive.

Emilie looked back up at him, before slipping the ring on her finger. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a soft and sweet kiss. Will, instinctively, wrapped his arms around her body and pressed it into his, earning a light growl from Em.

“Forever,” she whispered into his ear, letting him lay her down on the bed. Will looked up at her, and then his ring glistening on her finger and it felt like his heart had begun to beat again. He felt such an overwhelming happiness well up in his chest, pressing against his ribcage as his chest felt tight. He didn’t know he could feel this way.

“My heart shall love you,” Will said, leaning in and pressing his lips to her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his lips. He knew that tonight was the night, the night he had been waiting for. Em let out a groan, feeling his tongue slither out and run across her pulse point, his hands gliding up her shirt. He felt her soft skin underneath his fingertips, the way her body arched into his touch as he smiled against her neck.

“You better make love to me tonight or there will be consequences.” Em breathed out, her eyes rolling back into her head as he began to suck on her neck.

“Yes ma’am.” Will smirked, his hands continuing their path up her shirt to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Oh! Miss Aldridge, what is this? No bra? You naughty girl.” Will scolded softly, pushing the shirt up further. He stared at her pale, smooth stomach and the swells of her breasts. He had never seen someone so beautiful and desirable until now. “I feel this must go.” he said, ripping her shirt in half and throwing it across the room.

“I loved that shirt!” Em hissed, but her complaints died on her lips as his fangs sunk into her flesh, earning Will a moan of pleasure from Em. He didn’t suck hard, only slightly as he felt her blood coat his mouth and throat. She moaned in pleasure, lifting her hips up to meet his own. He growled against her throat, feeling his own arousal reach new heights.

Pulling away from her neck, Will began to trail his kisses down her chest. He felt Em’s legs fall open as he began his ministrations, letting one hand massage her breast and he lavished attention on the other. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, running his tongue across her mound as Em began to struggle beneath him. She kept thrusting her hips into his own, her moans becoming louder. He had barely touched her and was driving her mad; it was impossible not to notice the smirk on his face.

Her hands weaved into his hair, pulling his face closer before he lifted his head from her chest, smiling brightly at her.

“Hmm, did you like that, Em? Because I had no idea.” he taunted, earning a smack from Em before she began to run her hands over his bare chest. “We’re both so desperate to get laid that we ripped both of our shirts. I knew I loved you for a reason.” He said, watching Em nod before playing with his belt, a devilish look on her face.

Will began to take his belt off, watching Em smirk at him. Her fingers played with her own jeans, watching her pop the button in and out, taunting him. Every time she began to unbutton her jeans, he caught a glimpse of her lacy underwear---red, lacy underwear. It was Will’s turn for his breath to get caught in his throat.

“Oh come on, Will. Don’t you want me?” She asked, her voice so sweet and innocent, but her eyes spoke a different story. He had all too quickly abandoned his own quest to remove his pants in favor of removing hers. Will popped the button out, pulled the zipper down and began to take the jeans down her hips and her legs. A new scent flooded the room and it was far more desirable than her blood; this scent was Em’s arousal. It was musky, but not overbearing; it was perfect. Em was left only wearing a pair of bright red, lacy boy shorts. She smirked, letting her legs fall open as Will watched the fabric strain against her. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re beautiful.” Will responded, his eyes resting on the stain on the inside of her panties, the reason for the scent. He had been with women before, so this wasn’t a sight too new for him, but it had never made him feel this way. He felt powerful, virile for making her feel like that. He pressed his fingers against the spot, listening to her hiss and moan. He smiled. “Do you want me to take it off?”

“I want you to touch me.” Em moaned out, grinding her hips against his fingers.

“Well, in order to touch you properly, I would need to take these off.” He said, hooking his fingers on the edge of her panties, pulling them down her hips and legs. Her scent overpowered him at that point, forcing him to shut his eyes tight. If his eyes could get any darker, they would. He felt a need, a pull to do something then. Will picked up the red panties, dropping them on the ground next to their bed. His love lay naked before him, just as perfect as he imagined.

But she looked frightened then, afraid at what would happen. He realized then that he had forgotten she was a virgin.

“I want to kiss you.” Will said, letting his body slide down so his head rest between her legs. Em looked nervous, her fingers tangling in the sheets, pulling on the fabric until they began to tear. He had barely touched her and already, she was losing control. He placed an arm over her hips, holding her down in place as he got comfortable between her legs. “Hmm, Em, you seem to be quite excited.”

“I really can’t stand you sometimes.” She moaned out, feeling his lips on the inside of her thigh. She could also feel his smirk.

“You won’t be saying that for long.” he teased, his nose nuzzling her heat, earning a moan from Em.

“I should just smother you,” she said, wrapping her legs around his head.

“Like that would be a bad way to go.” Will responded, opening her legs once again. “If you want me to stop, tell me.”

“Expect to hear from me very soon. I can’t imagine you’ll be…oh!”

Will had ducked between her legs, letting his tongue run up her slit. He had performed this act on other women before, but none had tasted this good. She was the right blend of sweet and tart, and her moans of pleasure were far more desirable to listen to then someone else. She relaxed further into the bed, with Will’s tongue doing delicious things to her.

He let his fingers open her up and his eyes feasted upon her. She was perfect, utterly and completely. He let his eyes trail up to look at her face. Her eyes were shut tightly; her mouth wide open and her breaths were coming out in quick pants. He wasted no more time, he dove in.

She quenched his thirst like he was a man in the desert without a drop of water. He thrust his tongue inside of her, testing the waters for what was to come for him. He held her thighs down with one hand, feeling Em push her hips into his face. His nose nuzzled her tight bundle of nerves while he thrust his tongue in and out, listening to Em groan above him.

“Just fuck me already!” She yelled out, while Will’s eyes widened with surprise. He had never heard Em speak like that and he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t turn him on. She still wasn’t quite ready yet, so Will let go of her things and let a finger slide inside of her. The feeling nearly made his eyes roll back into his head. She was hot and so tight, fitting him tight like a sheath. While his finger was still deep inside of her, thrusting in and out, his lips sought out and began to suck on her bundle of nerves. Em let out a moan.

He left herself becoming wetter by the second, so he used the opportunity to let a second and third finger enter her. She tightened around him; she was uncomfortable, but didn’t feel pain. He felt her give way, with her surrounding his fingers. She was still unbearably tight, but not as constricting as before. She was ready for him.

Will began to move up her body, sliding his fingers away from her. She looked nervous then, her eyes staring into his, but Will knew what he was doing was right. She and he were meant to be together and she wouldn’t feel the same pain as if she were with a mortal.

“Don’t be afraid, my love.” he soothed, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her lips. His hips were level with hers, his arousal poking her thigh. He could feel her own arousal coating her thighs. Will dipped his fingers in her one last time, letting them cover his hand. He ran his fingers over his shaft, using her to make her break easier.

“Do you still want to do this?” He asked, pressing his shaft into her slightly, but didn’t enter her. Em nodded, pulling him closer to rest on her chest. “It’ll only hurt for a moment, I promise.” Will soothed, barely waiting for her to respond. He pushed his way through, feeling her break almost instantly. He smelt a bit of her blood and heard her sharp intake of breath. He didn’t smell tears, but he pulled back to make sure. Her face was red, but no tears in her eyes. She relaxed her muscles and a look of completeness took over her face.

Will waited a few more seconds before he started to move within her. Em wrapped her legs around his waist; she seemed to be adapting much quicker than to be expected. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Her hands began to wander, pulling on his hair and scratching his back.

Will’s hips took on a life of their own, pulling out before plunging back in. Em let out a moan, biting her lip before she began to shower his neck with kisses. She nibbled and bit, her fingers raking over his back. “Faster.” she groaned. Will leaned up a bit, pulling her hips up as he sat up, but stayed inside of her. He used her as leverage, sitting on his knees before he began to thrust in and out of her.

Em nearly screeched. This new position hit so many new placed inside of her and she scrambled for something to grip onto. He picked up on his pace, slamming into her slowly, and then picking up speed. His fingers came to rub her bundle as he continued to thrust, feeling her sweat seep onto his body. Em let out a final groan before she tightened around him, falling back onto the pillows. Her orgasm spawned his own, with her milking him of his seed.

Will collapsed on top of her, sighing into her hair as Em wrapped her arms around his body. She held him close to her, with his head resting above her beating heart. She didn’t care about his heavy weight or that she probably smelt terrible after sweating for so long. But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was that they were together and would be together for the rest of their lives.

Will sniffed the air, looking around.

“Ugh, what smells?” he teased, leaning down and smelling her chest. “Oh, it’s you.”

He earned a smack on the back of the head, but it didn’t matter.

For the first time in years, Will was content.

The End

Yeah, a bit of a callback from The Thin Line, but I felt there wasn’t a better way to exit. Thank you all so much for the reviews and encouragement over this story! I’ve truly been blessed with some of the best and most loyal readers/reviewers on all of Fictionpress! I haven’t decided what my next move will be (finishing already published stories or starting a whole new one) but rest assures, either will be started up shortly. Thanks for reading and review!