…Breyden POV…

Does this not scare me? It scares the hell out of me. Here I go and meet the woman that I most probably have dreamt of all my life, and she is a Vampire.

The very thought of her sends those sensations that I felt not so long ago. I have not felt such a truly amazing feeling for as long as I can possibly remember. Thinking of her brings me warmth; it fills me up and threatens to consume me in every possible way. I would simply die if I could not be with her.

But do I really want to shy away from her?

"Can I kiss you again?" I boldly ask.

"You are so polite in asking."

"I cannot go…"

She places her fingers against my soft lips and wraps my face in her hands. She pulls my face closer until there is nothing but a mere breath between our lips. Then she softly whispers. "I thought you would never ask."

When this evening started, not once did I thought that I would find my way to the Belmont house and meet this captivating woman. She swept me off my feet the moment that her gorgeous body bumped into mine. If I did not seek to be lonely, then I would have never found her. Right now, every bit of this is scary, but I'd rather be frightened with her near me than be alone. I have what I desire, and nothing will take that away from me.

I take my right hand and pull her long black hair away from her shoulder. Before I know what consumes me, I lay my lips against her naked soft skin. The scent of her perfume attacks my senses, making the desire to kiss her even more intense. I kiss her from her shoulder up the sensitive parts of her neck.

We stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Her eyes are soft and full of wonder; mine is full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken, but a story worthy of them is communicated. I lean in and softly kiss up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. I work my way up to her tender, smooth lips.

She moves closer until her forehead touches mine. Her lips are shaking as she breathes little, short breaths. I gently lean in and touch her warms, velvety lips. I hold her head in my hands and pull her into a fiery, passionate kiss. Unable to control myself anymore, I press through the seams of her lips and entwine her in a deeper kiss.

She scrunches my shirt in her hands and lifts it up until she finds her hand underneath it. Her hands are exploring every crevice of my sculpted chest. She moves her nails down and scrapes them hard against my rippled abs. But as soon as she realizes what she is doing, she stops.

We stand in silence few moments, and then she turns to me.

"Thank you," she finally says.

"For what?"

"For not running away."

I look back at her, and there is a softness in her eyes. She looks down. I only but take one finger and lift her chin up so I can meet her eyes. Although her eyes are soft, I notice the feelings behind them, as if she were longing for something. She touches her forehead to mine, and I feel a warmth, one that I've never experienced before. It fills my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with passion and hope that is so powerful. I lean my head closer until our lips meet. Gentle but passionate, I press my lips into hers. The world around me slows so that I can savor this moment. My heart flutters as she kisses me back. Her lips are soft and warm. I put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer. We pull back then she smiles and lays her head on my shoulder.

"Breyden"

"Yes, Lilith?"

"Please promise me that if you feel this won't work out that you will not stay with me out of blind faith."

"Deep inside, I know that it is something I will not need to do with you."

I pause and look at her for a second; I wrap my hand around her waist. In one swift movement, I lift her body off the ground and ever so casually throw her over my shoulder.

"Breyden, what are you doing? Put me down!"

"Not until I have made love to you, Lilith."

She kicks and squirms as I carry her into the house to what shall now become my room. I drop her body, and she gracefully bounces into the black satin sheets. Then I pull her dress over her head and push her hard onto the bed. She sinks down into the mattress.

"Breyden?"

"Ssshhh Lilith"

She smiles at me and obeys my single request. With her pinned between my two hands, I drop my lips to meet hers. Our lips fit perfectly as if they are meant for each other. To move and feel each other, in passionate moments like these. I grab the back of her neck to deepen the kiss even further; I growl in the kiss as she whimpers in pleasure.

…Lilith POV…

This man is absolutely sinful. I can so easily get lost in that body; every inch of him screams perfection. Who knew that perfection could come in such a tight package? If he does not stop me now, then I might just devour him. I have not been with a man for what seems like forever; if I had my wish, I would be with Breyden tonight.

He rips me from my thoughts as he slowly moves away from my body and raises himself off the bed. Then as I slowly open my eyes, "Oh my god."

I am met with the image of a man's bare-naked chest. It is hard and sculpted and bulging in all the right places. It is so damn hot you can melt honey on it. Those rippled abs have crevices so deep that I can get lost in them. His sun-kissed skin is glowing in the light of the moon that is pouring through the open window. The scent of his cologne radiates out every pore from his body. But that is not all that captivates me.

"By the time you are done, there would be nothing left of me," he stands with his one hand on his hip as he stares with his seductive eyes at me.

"Uhm…what?" I try to find the closest hole to stick my red face in.

"I think you have just eaten me alive," he says what that damn cheeky smile.

"Uhm…no…I was just…Damn Breyden."

"Hahaha. I am going to take that as a compliment. "

I press his shirt that he has just tossed onto the bed to my face and take a deep breath from it. It has the unmistakable scent of softwood and musk on it and somewhere in between the small hint of cinnamon. This is the smell of Breyden, a smell I can so easily drown in.

"Mmm…Do you like what you smell, Lilith?"

"No…I mean yes…I am just making sure."

…Breyden POV…

I pull her beauty back into my presence and lay my lips against hers once again.

Every kiss has a raw intensity, we are breathing fast, and our heart rates beat even faster. I can simply not hold back anymore. As I slowly pull away from those sweet cherry lips once more, I take in the beauty that is her. Her body glows under the moonlight that is coming through the windows. She is bare with only her black lace lingerie in front of me.

As I crawl up her body, I twist her panties around my fingers. Before she can even protest, I have them over her knees and lying next to us on the floor. She sits up straight on the bed and pushes back my body. In no time at all, she has me naked in front of her. She straddles me on my hips and pins my hands against my body.

Then before I know, our naked skin is touching and moving softly together, just like the finest of silk. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. Both of us move in an intoxicated dance of limbs, never making the exact same moves twice.

The cool room is starting to feel hot and heavy. It is too hard to hold back anymore and to make the moment last. We are caught between the intoxication of the climax and extending this moment forever.

Her face glows as she is about to give in, her back arched in anticipation. My head rocks back hard against the pillow, and a moan escapes my lips.

I close my eyes and savor this last moment. As I slowly open my eyes again...

"Lilith, don't!"