GOLDEN BLOOD
TWO GLOWING HEARTS

“I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” She gestured at the beautifully decorated room, it was something she had never even dreamed of.

“Only for you Angel...” he kissed her.

"You just know the way to show love..."

"It comes out naturally just for you..."

Paris turned her face sideways to hide her blush. Then she glanced to look at him and he had the sweetest grin playing on his lips. He couldn’t seem to stop staring at her. The power of her beauty had captivated him completely. His Angel really was exquisite.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like how?" He teased and kissed her cheek, then her lips. Kissing and holding each other they began to move down where she was lying on the floor and him over her.

Slowly he left her mouth, and she lay there. Her lips were red from all that kissing. Alexander was just running out of reason the way she looked into his eyes.

"Alex..."

He felt her vibes and a new kink of attraction began to rise in the air... the atmosphere sizzling.

It was getting harder and harder to restrain himself, to keep his desire under control.

“The night is so beautiful,” she said. It was, it felt different from any other time she’d been alone with him.

“No, you're making it intoxicating.” His fierce eyes gazed into hers with such intensity, that a delightful sensation ran through her body.

“Are you doing this? Compelling me with your voodoo magic.” she scowled breathlessly.

“Am I?” he smirked and brushed one of her breasts and pinched her nipple lightly. “How does it feel?”

‘Amazing!’ She whimpered but didn’t say it out loud. The surge of arousal she felt, her breathing ragged. At least now, she apprehended he was teasing her and provoking her.

“I haven’t even started yet and you’re already becoming restless. Tell me where else you want me to touch you, Paris?”

“You’re such a perv. Get off me.” She said and tried to shove him off, but he caught her hands. His dark gaze on her... pursued him with hot male interest. Sex was radiating through and through.

Rising, he picked her up and took her to the bed.

Two hearts were beating. Two bodies were heating. There was a fire on both sides.

She ran her fingers over his face, then she brushed them over his lips. He caught her fingertips in between his teeth and swiped his tongue on them.

The way she moaned; the way she was unwinding in lust, had aroused his hunger.

Alexander put her onto the bed and half laid upon her. His lips moved down trailing fire, as it slid down her neck. He pressed his hardened shaft on her belly.

Paris gasped. A primal spark kindled making her own heat go tenfold. The feeling of him brushing his desire on her was not helping the situation.

“You smelled good, Paris... And your arousal... So hot, so sweet, so damn good.” He licked across her skin again.

His lips covered hers. His tongue swept into her mouth and the taste of him was intoxicating. Her tongue met his, drawing him deeper, caressing over him. His mouth moved from her neck, along her collarbone.

“Angel...”

He began to grind on her, demanding attention. The contact between them spiked passion.

“Yes...”

Her breathing got heavy now. The effect was too powerful for her. She felt helpless. The deranged heat grew uncontrollably.

“I’m burning...” She pressed herself against him. Even the cold body of the Vampire couldn’t calm her down.

“Do something Alex... please..” she whispered, her breath was now in his ear.

He ripped her blouse and covered her breast with his mouth. She shudders at the contact.

Alexander couldn’t control it any longer; ever since he’d laid eyes on this Angel, he has been in torture hell, retaining all his erotic feelings. But before he could put his hands on her, he needed to warn her. He needs to release his raw sexual drive first.

Hard as the decision was to extinguish the fire that was lit he had to.

“Paris, I-I can’t do this to you.” He said to her and leaned back.

“Why not?” The disappointment was evident in her voice. “Does it make you feel gross because I have got a scar on my back?”

Alexander married his eyebrows in puzzlement.

A flashback from the past made Paris wonder if Alexander too was like the boy she liked in high school, but after noticing her scar, he felt icky to touch her and broke her heart.

“Ever since I met you, I wanted you. There is a storm inside me waiting to destroy you, Paris.” He said sternly but placed a gentle kiss on her lip. “But it’s your first time, Angel, and I won’t be gentle. You won’t be able to endure it.”

It was the truth. Ever since Alexander was poisoned, his powers, and all the Vampray abilities, with time began to grow less. His sex drive slowed down. It went from a bonfire to as teeny as a candle flame. The last time he enjoyed sex was over one hundred years ago.

After only meeting Paris the first night when he saw her, his sexual desire perked up, and after drinking her boon blood, his inherent strength kept developing; gaining back all his capabilities. He became stronger than ever and he could hurt her, crush her with no struggle at all.

“Try me,” she said, challenging.

“Paris,” Alexander looked at her. “It’s been a very long time, I... have not...been with anyone. And I’m afraid... I will break you, harm you... rip you.” He said the last words through his clenched teeth.

He meant it. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice.

Paris clasped his face and kissed his lips. “You won’t hurt me, I know that, Alex.”

“Paris!” his tone was harsh, but his eyes were soft. “If I start, I won’t stop.”

“Whatever has to happen, let it happen today. Whatever way you wanted to do, I am ready, Alex.” She hung her arms around his neck.

“You’ve no idea what I’m capable of, Paris.” Alexander groaned and pressed against her.

“If it gets too rough or I can’t handle it. I’ll let you know.” Paris pulled him to kiss him, to assure him. "I trust you."

“Are you sure?” he asked and grabbed her breast and rubbed his thumb over her nipple.

“AAHH... Y-yes.” She moaned, almost losing her grip on his neck. "Please love me."

Alexander topped her. He nudged his head to the side, kissing the corner of her mouth and then going down her jaw.

Slowly he slid his hand under her skirt, creeping up, grazing her inner thigh along the way. He sought and stopped at her underwear waistband. Paris felt a sudden sense of nervousness as he slowly slid his hand inside and cupped her sex.

Paris moaned and arched her back.

He began to swirl his finger playing with her clitoris.

Panting, Paris dropped down, both hands placed firmly on the bed, clutching the bedsheet tightly.

“Paris...” He hissed her name, sexily. “I want the taste of your blood.”

“O-okay.” Paris stretched her neck, giving him access to sink his fangs.

Alexander nuzzled her skin.

His mouth found her ear. “No, Angel... this... right here,” he said and pushed his finger deep inside her, and Paris arched against his finger.

He felt her shiver at the desirable pain. Her heavy pants, her flushed expression, and her moans, altogether brought him to the edge; he was in his prime state, hard as a rock, and leaking with precum.

“Paris, you still have time to back away.” He was warning her, but he never stopped stroking her either. He was trying to drift her mind, a cunning trick, you see.

“No, keep going,” she whimpered in pleasure. He leaned on her to take her mouth and kissed her.

~*~

Paris’s P.O.V.

Alexander was hot. He was a sensual—gentle lover. The buds of my desire bloomed into flowers. We were opening to each other, carefree—kissing, and fondling.

He was having his way with my body, while inside me, my entire body strained toward his. Each time, his stroke had been more amazing, more spectacular, than the last, and had my mind spinning. He was no ordinary lover. His prowess was only growing.

He made every moment special before he became, Dracula.

He transformed; resembling more of a Vampire that he was. His sharp fangs extended far out of his lips; red eyes glowing with lust. I gasped in awe when I saw his majestic supreme pair of wings--flared out, extended, and spread across the room--occupying the whole bedroom. The end of my hair stood up against my pink flesh. He looked so virile as he stood there so capable; so exhilarating--a sight to behold. A powerful magnanimous Dracula.

“Alexander, they’re beautiful!” The man had partially shifted and was in a primal state.

I had a wing. One. And my entire life, I wanted to see them grow big, and today Alexander had shown me his. Though they were different from mine, they were impressive!

“Touch me.” He said, and I ran my fingers through them. A thin membrane of skin; translucent in the moonlight. He moaned feeling the pleasure of my touch. They were smooth as silk; They looked delicate but they were as strong as any muscles.

My gaze moved over to his face.

“Paris, I want to mark you and claim you,” he said.

I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you sure, Alex? It’s me you wanted?”

His smile confirmed my skepticism, he leaned and pecked a kiss on my mouth. “No doubt.”

I smiled, relishing this moment. The man once wanted to run away from Love and wanted me for Love.

“May I?” he proposed, bruising his face in the crook of my neck, grazing his fangs on my skin.

“Yes,” I gulped.

He then bit me. The bite was all-powerful and vigorous. A blindingly bright light glowed in both our chests. And just like that, we were now ‘Bonded Mates.’

“You belong to me, Paris. YOU’RE ONLY MINE.” He declared.

His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him. The uncontrollable response intensified.

Alexander opened my thighs and pushed himself in. His move, grew raw, with a raw thrust, raw touch, and raw unquenchable hunger.

He meant what he’d asked me earlier—if I should back away. And I should have said ‘yes’ if only I knew… what he was capable of…

Oh, he had given me pleasure first—but in the end, he had taken what he so desperately craved—Sex.

He was insane, intense.

My body was been pushed to its limit from all the rough excitement and pleasure. Every part of my body was breaking brick by brick. He really didn’t hold back. All my senses were overloaded with both pleasure and pain... so intense. How many times we have done it already but Alexander won’t stop.

My hands were clasped to the headboard, making the whole bed rattle.

Before that, I was on top of him. And before that, both my legs were over his shoulder as he continued to pound me. His strength and demand were in full force.

“I want you more.” His eyes darkened, he was putting on a brand-new condom.

How many times did he cummed? His burning desire was far from being satisfied.

He had an intense sexual hunger that has not extinguished by doing it once or twice. His sexual appetite was just growing.

I felt him grow inside me. His every thrust increased, each one more powerful than the next. With few dewdrops left in me, I could hardly bear it. I was afraid I would get torn at this rate; it was all so much. I couldn’t handle it. I was a wreck, and I was getting tired, exhausted even.

“No more, please. Please no more...” Her voice was fainting, and her eyes were fading into a deep slumber.

Alexander ejaculates and groans as he came hard. He was panting and huffing. He collapsed on her body and hid his face in the curve of her neck. Her body trembled when Alexander’s tongue licked a path from her shoulder to her ear lobe.

“I love you, Paris.” With a kiss, he pulled out of her.

At any other time, she would have relished the feeling of his words, but her entire body was writhed in pain and swelled.

~*~

Though Paris was sleeping, Alexander simply lay there beside her and stroked her hair. By making love to her, his pent-up desire of several years was finally doused. He could feel their bond getting even stronger. Alexander leaned down to kiss her again.

After two hours, when Paris woke up, she was sensitive, sore with pain, but happy. She went in for a nice long shower. Under the water enjoying the hot spray, she was smiling and blushing.

After washing herself, Paris slipped into a soft plush bathrobe and began to dry her hair, running her fingers through her long length. Alexander walked into the bedroom and gently embraced her from behind.

“You were amazing,” he said.

“And you were a mean ravenous monster,” she told him.

Alexander only chuckled. “I’d warned you,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her neck and then nuzzled in the angle of her neck.

“I know.”

“I loved every moment with you, every touch, and your every sweet moan.” The warmth expressed in his words made her forget the pain she was in and she smiled.

“Alex, I’m happy as long as you’re happy. I want you to do anything you desire with me—whatever way and however, you want. I want you to enjoy my body...” She kind of trailed off.

“But what? Did you not enjoy it.” He frowned

She was aware that this matter would be highly sensitive for him to hear—the truth that was. But he needed to know, after all, he was a strong Vampire with powerful abilities; he could hurt her.

“I’m lucky I can heal myself. But if I were all human...”

“Oh—” Alexander’s mouth thinned.

She cupped both his cheeks. “I don’t care if we do it ten times in a row.” She blushed at her own words. “Just be a little gentle. My body belongs to you, Alex. I’m only yours--”

Alexander grabbed and pushed her against the wall leaned down and kissed her. He slipped one hand into her bathrobe and squeezed her butt cheek, and dipped her to deepen the kiss. She moaned as he did what he was good with his tongue. Then he lifted her and threw her on his shoulder to take her onto the bed.

“I will show you the gentle side of me now.”

“No. I didn’t mean now... Alex, drop me this instant.” Paris squealed.

~*~*~*~

Alexander almost begged her not to go to work and to stay before he miserably had to leave her at her apartment.

And just like last time, she ran to the window to see him.

He saw her small head peeking out of her little window; smiling and blowing kisses at him, and he held his hand on his heart-admiring her.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a stranger appeared in a mask standing behind Paris; he covered her mouth, wore black gloves, and held a sharp knife in another hand placed on her throat.

The stranger poofed, taking Paris with it. As if the earth stopped spinning. Alexander’s whole world came shattering down in two movements.

He was fast but too slow to save her.

~xXx~