He can not stand it any longer, the window slides open with ease and as silent as the wind chilling him to the bone. He glides into her chamber and becomes suddenly overwhelmed by her aroma, one of the sweetest flower he has ever smelled, as warm as the last sun to bath his flesh and he begins to breath rapidly. Standing at the foot of her bed he watches her as if she begins to climax, he takes a deep breath and climbs over her ever so gently so not to disturb her and he looks down into her sleeping eyes...he whispers her name and suddenly her eyes open and they meet his stare, her body arches to meet his, and at that moment he knows, he will become whole again....he feeds
Watching her sleep, he wonders if it is him that she yearns for. The beads of sweat, pearl like on her breasts, the heaving of her chest as she breaths, the way she bites her lip, the way she caresses her own silken skin. Staring through her window, his hunger growls at him and begs for her flesh. He must feed from her and take her into him and know that she is the one. His queen. He must know that he is no longer alone in the cold dark world...
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tr1n1ty01
15:09 Mar 10 2011
This is getting good!