Description: She is helpless to resist his wicked immortality.

Kate worked slowly, stacking tins of peaches neatly on the shelves. Each movement made her conscious of the pull between her legs where the stranger had taken her, pushing his hard flesh deep inside.

She worked in an aisle by herself, something for which she was grateful. She had been late to work, earning a blasting from the boss's son, and had to stay on after the end of her shift to make up the time. As much as she hated the job, the hours were good and she needed the money. And working nights meant she didn't have to go home and face her alcoholic father.

She continued to work, fighting off feelings of disorientation and detachment. It was as though she were looking at everything through a thick cloud, making the world seem fuzzy and distanced.

Yet the memory of him, of feeling him on top of her, moving inside of her, only seemed to grow in intensity. Her nipples tightened against the starchy cotton shirt with its tiny row buttons down the front, and a trickle of moisture seeped between her thighs. "Stop it," she told herself, squeezing her eyes shut. Her secret place seemed to pulse with a life and energy of its own, as though the mere thought of him turned her into a shameless wanton who craved nothing more than to spread her legs for the dark stranger.

When she woke that morning, drowsy and disorientated, the scent of him enveloped her where she lay in a tangle of sheets. She had stared at herself in the mirror for an age as the horror of what had shared her dreams and bed dawned. Her shaky fingers had traced the tiny pin prick wounds on the side of her neck, over her heart and surrounding her tender nipple. Remembrance of the exquisite sensations surging through her as his teeth hand sunk into her flesh made her body clench.

He was no dream but real, and what they had done was real. No longer could she believe he was a figment of her imagination, walking through her dreams and leaving her aching and breathless when she woke. He was intangible, yet real flesh and blood. Inescapable yet unexplainable.

"Kate, stop day-dreaming, and get back to work!"

Kate jumped, a can falling from her hand to plonk on the grey lino floor. She hadn't even heard Joe approach, she was so lost in thought.

"You stupid idiot! Now we can't sell it at full price because you put a dent in it!"

Kate picked up the can and put it back in the box, tuning out his rant. Joe used the fact that he was the boss's son to his every advantage, yet Kate knew it must goad him that none of the staff treated him with a ounce of respect that his father easily commanded. Joe was barely thirty but looked closer to forty. His belly hung over the belt that rode low on his hips, and his round face was pale and fleshy like uncooked dough. He had a watchful intensity about him that creeped out most of the girls that worked there, and they all avoided him as much as possible.

She continued to pack the shelves, hoping that if she ignored him he would get the hint and go away. When she reached down to open a new carton, she realised he still stood there watching her, and her violet eyes flickered to his. A strange expression filled his face, as though he had never seen her before.

Joe gazed at Kate in awe, wondering where the tired teenager hidden beneath masses of mousy blonde hair had gone. Her porcelain skin glowed as though moonlight danced over it, and her long blonde hair caught back in a pony tail gleamed like honey streaked with gold.

Her uniform of white shirt and pleated navy skirt seemed to accentuate the curves of her bottom and hips and tiny waist as though it were cut from expensive cloth, and her perky breasts jiggled enticingly with her movements. Of their own accord, his fingers reached out, tucking a loose strand behind the shell of her ear. Unable to resist, he gently stroked the soft skin there.

Katie flinched, pushing Joe's hand away. "What are you doing?" she demanded. He simply gazed back at her, unblinking, his fleshy lips slightly curved.

Gross. "I have to go to the bathroom," she muttered, brushing past him. Fingers closed around her forearm, twisting her around to face him. She gazed at him in disbelief, her eyes lifting from her arm to his face. She tugged free of his grasp before turning and quickly making her way down the aisle.

She felt as though eyes followed her every movement as she made her way to the staff restroom. Once she glanced up and caught sight of one of the storemen staring at her intently, that same dazed look in his eyes.

When Kate reached the restroom, she closed the door behind her and took a deep, steadying breath. What was wrong with everyone? Was there a sign stuck to her forehead that read 'A stranger took my virginity, and I think he was a vampire?'

With shaky fingers she withdrew a tube of lip gloss from her top pocket and applied it to her lips as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Two large violet eyes looked back at her, seeming to dominate her pale, heart-shaped face.

Vampires didn't exist outside of books and movies, she told her reflection. He just had a fetish for blood. Some people like being tied up, others liked blood.

Her hand slid up over her collar bone and touched the tiny marks on the side of her neck she had covered liberally with concealer that morning. Kate groaned to herself. She would have to be crazy to even entertain the idea, wouldn't she? Only she didn't think she was crazy.

Unable to look at herself any longer, she capped the tube of lipgloss and turned. And with a squeak of surprise she bumped into what seemed like a brick wall. Two large hands captured her tiny waist and steadied her. A familiar heady masculine scent teased her nostrils.

Kate struggled to free herself, but the hands only tightened on her waist. She felt the hard edge of the basin nudging against her bottom as she was wedged against it by the press of his firm body.

"Good evening, Katalina," he murmured against her ear, his warm breath making her flesh goose pimple and her nipples tighten.

"Leave me alone," she whispered, pushing against his chest. He brushed back a stray tendril and gently lifted her chin with a finger. Kate found herself looking up at him helplessly, the confusion dissolving into mist as desire surged through her. His eyes dropped to her mouth, and she moistened her lips nervously. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her legs trembled.

"What do you want?" she breathed. Her nipples tingled where they brushed against his chest, and a pulse thrummed between her thighs. Her body ached for him, and she hated that he knew it.

"Do I need to remind you?" His lips brushed softly against her mouth.

"How - how did you get in here?" She asked, trying to distract herself from the memory of him surrounding her, moving inside of her.

"You smell like violets." His lips caressed her brow, her cheeks. His hands slid up to capture her breasts, molding the tiny handfuls to the shape of his palms. Her knees buckled, and her fingers clutched at the lapels of his black jacket.

"I - I don't even know your name," she choked out as his muscular thigh wedged itself between hers. She moaned as he pressed insistently against the dewy heat of her, helpless against the thrall he held her in.

"Names hold power, little one," he murmured as his lips trailed over the side of her neck. "What reward will you give to me if I gave that power to you?"

She felt as though his words were completely senseless, yet on some level entirely rational. Her lashes fluttered close as his teeth gently nipped her earlobe. She was overwhelmed by the closeness of him, of the power and dark sensuality he exuded.

"What would you like?" she murmured breathlessly as he gently pinched her taut nipples. Her back arched at the answering tingles between her thighs. Had she really said that?

His lips twitched as he tugged on her tender nipples, sending curls of sensation rioting in that melting part of her. "To ask me what I would like is to invite the devil to do his worst."

"Are you the devil?" She was in awe of his magnificence and strength, drowning in the deep green pools of his eyes. Every instinct shouted 'beware', yet all she could think about was the feel of his hands toying with her nipples, generating a quivering heat between her thighs.

He chuckled softly, drawing a finger down the side of her face. "Ah, no, little one. Disappointed?"

She quickly shook her head, then bit her lip to prevent a moan escaping her as a hand slid down, squeezing her waist before shifting lower.

"You may call me Lucian. Or Luc."

One hand lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it in her waistband, revealing her cotton bikini briefs to his interested gaze.

"Luc." Her fingers splaying across his chest as it became suddenly hard to breath. Fingers massaged the soft flesh of her upper thigh, mere inches from her melting core.

Luc's lips pressed against her ear. "You are exquisite, Katalina. You burn at my lightest touch, your young body consumed with desire." His thumb lightly stroked her damp panties, sending tingles racing across her skin.

Kate felt she had to fight him. He had touched and caressed her while she dreamed, stealing her innocence and showing her the exquisite pleasure of his possession. Yet she was unable to focus on anything but the feel of his thumb lightly skating across her most intimate flesh.

She whimpered as he slowly peeled her panties down, tugging them to her knees. Anticipation and fear melded as cool air swirled over the dewy heat of her secret place.

"Luc," she murmured again.

He kissed her. She clung to him as his tongue touched hers, her breasts crushed against his chest. A finger teased the entrance of her dewy gate, probing her, before sliding up inside. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he caressed her tight pussy walls until she was writhing on his hand.

"Please..." she cried, feeling the tension coil unbearably between her thighs, her back arching. She whimpered as his mouth left hers, and before she had even opened her eyes she felt his finger ease from her body and her panties drawn up.

She blinked up at him in disbelief, her desire quivering of the edge of release. Had he taken her up against the sink where anybody could have walked in and seen them, she wouldn't have been able to prevent. And she would have enjoyed every wicked moment. Yet he had stopped.

She tried to calm her hectic breathing. "Why me?" she asked. She was a nobody who worked in a grocery store to try and support herself and her father.

He gazed back at her for what seemed an age before he answered. "Your heritage calls to me, Katalina. It flows through your veins, centuries of power and magic, untapped."

Kate's brows flew up, and she gazed at him incredulously, her hands gripping the basin behind her. Magic, like vampires, did not exist. "We are so not having this conversation." She tried to push past him, intent on escaping this lunacy.

He caught her forearms, holding her prisoner. She gazed straight ahead, refusing to meet those mesmerising eyes that seemed to drain her of her all free thought.

"You are not crazy, little one. Things are not what they seem." Hands cupped the sides of her neck as his thumbs tilted her chin back. The pulse fluttered at the base of her throat as she stared up at him.

"Then what are they? What do you want from me?"

She turned her face away as his head dipped, and his tongue licked a fiery path along her cheek. Helpless tears trembled on her lashes as his teeth nibbled on her lobe.

Fingers gripped her chin, turning her face back to his. The expression in his eyes set off little fires between her thighs. She found herself imprisoned by his lightest touch, her resistance wavering as her secret place pulsed.

"Who - are you?" she breathed.

The moment his lips touched hers, the tangle of confusion and fear began to fade. Desire overwhelmed her as everything but the thought of him kissing her no longer seemed important. Luc's fingers curled around the nape of her of her neck as his mouth ground against hers, and she kissed him back. Her body melted against him, molding itself to his hardness. With each stab of his tongue she felt a corresponding throb between her thighs, as though tiny tongues of fire licked at her, consuming her.

Yet a small part of her protested, grasping for some shred of sanity. He was using sex to manipulate her, and she had to find out why. She drew back, her tiny fists pushing weakly against his shoulders. "No."

A small smile curving his lips. "Your power is strong against my lure. But then I knew this from the first moment I sensed you in my dreams."

"You - this, its crazy. Leave me alone," she cried, and this time he let her go, his arms falling to his side. She inched around him in the small space of the restroom, careful not to touch him.

"Do you not enjoy the things I do to your innocent little body?" he enquired, amused green eyes following her. "The way I lick and nibble your tender breasts, the way I fill the honeyed channel between your soft thighs, the-"

"Stop it!" she cried, fighting back the sensations his words evoked. "What have you done to me?" Her hands searched and closed over the door handle behind her. She pulled it open and slipped through the narrow opening, intent on putting as much distance as possible between them.

"You are mine, Katalina. The sooner you realise it and stop fighting me, the easier it will be on you."

"Never!" she hissed over her shoulder. Luc's warm laughter followed her, doing odd things to parts of her that she wished would stop throbbing.

~*~

Kate leaned against the door when she finally got home close to midnight. Her shaky fingers turned the deadlock with resounding force. The action gave her little comfort though, because she knew a locked door would not keep Luc from her had it been his will.

Magic and power. The words conjured up images of Harry Potter, and she laughed dryly to herself. She would know if she possessed some fantastic magical powers, wouldn't she?

Katie shook her head. She was crazy to even contemplate the idea. Crossing the hallway, she paused in the doorway to the lounge. Disgust rolled through her at the sight of her father slumped on the sofa, a beer still clutched in his hand as his chest rose and fell as snores filled the room.

"Pig. Why couldn't you be like other fathers?" she demanded of the unconscious bulk, but he didn't so much as stir. The smell of beer and cigarettes assailed her nostrils as she picked up empty cans and dirty food containers. She dumped them in the kitchen bin before heading upstairs to the seclusion of her room.

Luc didn't come to her that night. She didn't know if what she felt was relief, so tangled were her emotions. Her sleep was uneasy, and what dreams she remembered upon waking were dark and sensual and full of him: of skin against skin, the play of muscles beneath her hands, of dark green eyes that seemed to burn through her.

Kate wondered if she would ever be free of him and the effect he seemed to have on her. She was consumed by thoughts of him, her body ached for him. The words he had whispered in her ear as his hard body had possessed hers as he had stolen her virginity haunted her. "Soon you will be mine, Katalina. Body and soul, completely and forever." Had this been what he meant, that her every sleeping and waking moment would be tormented by thoughts of him?

Kate moaned as she hurriedly dressed for work. She could no longer deny that while the mere thought of him terrified her, he reached out to touched something buried deep inside of her, setting it free.

In the following days Kate often caught herself glancing about her as she worked, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. She knew she should be relieved that an insatiable sex fiend with a fetish for blood had left her alone, but she felt empty, as though a huge part of her was missing. Had he simply tired of her? And why did that thought trouble her so much?

"Stop it, Kate," she told herself. She tried to force all thoughts of him out of her mind as she worked, checking the used-by dates on the bakery items.

The hours dragged, and she was almost comatose with boredom when her dinner break finally arrived. She skirted past the frozen foods section as she headed for the staff room, and her steps slowed as she spied two women, barely a year or two older than Kate's eighteen. They appeared harmless, yet the tiny hairs on the back of her neck began to prickle. One woman giggled behind her hand as they strode toward Kate. She was petite with perfect features, like a tiny, exquisite Japanese doll. Her black hair was caught up in pigtails with furry pink scrunchies. They pair were dressed almost identically, with tight mid-drift tops and plaid pleated skirts with thick belts around their tiny hips and knee high boots.

Some instinct warned her to run as the woman giggled again. She looked about her, but before she had blinked, the two girls surrounded her. Fear pulsed through Kate as she backed up against the long, low freezers that ran along the length of the aisle as hands reached out toward her. Pale fingers stroked her shirt and touched her hair curiously, and Kate slapped them away.

"What do you want?" Kate demanded, truly frightened now. "Who they hell are you? Did Luc send you?"

"I can smell him on her," the other women murmured, inching closer.

Kate tried to ward them off with her hand, but slender fingers closed around her wrist in a crushing grip. Tears filled Kate's eyes and as she opened her mouth to scream, lips settled over hers, cutting her off. The movement had been a blur.

Incredibly soft lips moved over hers as a breast pressed against her arm. Kate blinked, trying to focus on the perfect features before her as hands held her immobile.

The strangeness of a woman kissing her totally threw Kate. She would have been able to resist brute force, yet the mouth moved seductively against hers, eliciting a response Kate struggled to withstand.

Kate was barely conscious on fingers trailing down the side of her neck, tugging on her shirt collar. "He's marked her," the other replied. A tongue darted out, licking the tiny puncture wounds on the side of her neck. "Mistress won't be pleased," she breathed in Kate's ear, and a shiver chased down Kate's back.

Marked her? Mistress? Oh, God, what was happening to her boring, uneventful life? She felt a tiny prick against her lip, and Kate reared back, breaking the kiss. Her tongue investigated the tiny nick, tasting the blood there. Dark eyes followed the movement with an avid intensity, causing an unsettled sensation low in Kate's belly.

"Stop it!" Kate pushed at them, but their strength was incredible despite their tiny stature, giving no quarter.

"Kate?" a voice interrupted, and all three heads turned toward its direction. Joe stood several lengths away, his head tipped slightly on the side.

The women's grip relaxed on Kate's wrist as Kate struggled to say something, anything. To her complete surprise the tiny figures silently melted away, moving toward the end of the aisle without a backward glance.

Kate turned back to Joe, her damp lips parted in surprise. Never in a million years would she ever have thought that she would be grateful to Joe. A lecherous grin followed her as she walked briskly past him on trembling legs.

"Perhaps the four of us could get together some time?" Joe called out.

When hell freezes, she thought silently to herself.

~*~

Kate spent what little money she had in her purse paying for a cab ride home. She was spooked by the Asian duo, more so than she wanted to admit.

She let herself in the house, and headed in the direction of the blaring TV. Her father sat on the sofa, munching on soggy chips wrapped in newspaper. He let out a loud burp at the sight of her standing in the entrance to the lounge.

Disgust rolled through her, and she turned away, lightly jogging up the stairs.

"Slut," he shouted. "You're just like her. Letting them use you any way they want for the feel of them plugging your pussy."

Kate ignored him, long used to his slurs. She thanked God almost everyday that she was like her mother and not the useless lump sitting on the sofa.

She stood beneath the shower that night for what seemed an age, letting the tears flow as warm water streamed down over her curves. Eventually the confused turmoil pushed to the back of her mind as slowly her body relaxed beneath the pounding water.

She slowly soaped her body with a lavender bar, her hands gliding over her slick skin. She hesitated as her hands caressed her soft breasts, the rosy buds taut and aching. Her lips parted as she remembered the feel of his hands and mouth on her, nibbling and toying with her tender flesh. "Stop it," she ordered, turning off the taps abruptly. She had been a virgin for eighteen years. It was unlikely that she would die from unrequited lust after a handful of nights celibacy.

She reached for her towel and quickly dried herself off before tugging on her panties and pyjama top that reached mid thigh. She crawled into bed with a sigh. She wiggled until she was comfortable, and lay gazing up into darkness. She knew it was going to be a long, mostly sleepless night.

She must have eventually fallen asleep, because she woke with a start. Blinding light hit her eyes as she struggled with the bulky weight holding down her shoulders and thighs. The feel of cool air on her breasts made her gaze down quickly, and her eyes widened at the sight of her pajama top peeled back. Her breasts with their rosy tips were exposed to the light and her father's gaze. Four tiny bruises surrounding her jutting nipple and the puncture marks over her heart were clear for him to see.

"Beth," he mumbled. She struggled beneath him as his hand closed over her bare breast, squeezing almost painfully. "Why did you leave me for him? You know he will only use and hurt you."

"Get off of me!" Kate cried, pushing at his hands, but her father was deaf to her cries. A glazed, unfocused look filled his eyes as he gazed down at her. "It's me, Kate," she panted, trying to cover herself with one hand while she gripped his wrist with the other.

Shock held her frozen when she realised he was tugging at her flimsy panties, yanking them down her thighs. Her nails scraped down his arms as she tried to force him off of her. His thick legs straddled hers like tree trunks, preventing her from kicking him as his hand wedged between her thighs.

"I won't let you leave me this time, Beth. I'll remind you what it can be like between us."

Tears pressed against her eyes as he cupped her mound roughly. "Luc!" she cried. "Lucien!"

The breath caught in her throat as cold air rushed up over her skin, leaving tiny icicles in its wake as a menacing growl filled the room. The light bulb shattered, and thin shards of glass sliced her father's arm.

She heard her father grunt as his bulky weight was wrenched off of her. Moonlight filtered in through the open windows, casting a shadow over the towering figure standing over her father.

Her father was lifted off the ground, held aloft by the hand wrapped around his throat. The blood drained from her face as a flicker of light fell across Luc's face. Her father was a large man, yet Luc didn't even seem to strain as he dangled her father out before him.

She wrapped her pajama top over her breasts as she struggled to her feet. "Luc!" Slowly his head turned toward her, the expression on his face sending a tremor of fear racing through her. "Please put him down," she whispered through numb lips.

Luc's gaze locked with hers as his fingers flexed around her father's throat. "He has hurt you, Katalina. For that he must pay."

The breath caught in her throat at the look of death in his eyes. "Please don't hurt him," she whispered, never taking her eyes from his.

It was as though the blinkers were stripped from her eyes, and she was seeing Luc for the first time. His cold, terrifying beauty and sensuality washed over her, almost bringing Kate to her knees. Black hair fell to his shoulders and framed a face that seemed carved from moonlight ivory that, in that moment, was leeched of all humanity. The preconceptions and beliefs she had grown up with were blown away in those moments. Vampires were not mythical creatures of horror stories and films. They were real flesh and blood.

"You would plead for his life, after what he has done to you?"

Kate squeezed her eyes shut, before slowly opening them. "He's my father..."

Luc seemed to be fighting an internal war for control. Her father kicked uselessly, his face turning a deep shade of red as his fingers grappled with Luc's. Panic shot through Kate as she saw the silent pleading in her father's gaze.

"Please, Luc, I'll do anything. Just don't hurt him."

He seemed to consider her words for what seemed an eternity, his gaze pinning her where she stood, her arms wrapped around her body. "You will come with me, now?"

"Yes," she cried swiftly, uncaring of what she agreed to so long as Luc released him. Her father's struggles had weakened, the fight seeming to have left him. "Yes," she said again, more softly this time.

The silence stretched. Finally Luc nodded, and released her father with deliberate slowness. "So be it."

Her father crumbled to the ground at his feet, his fingers grasping at his throat as he lay on his back, the breath wheezing into his lungs.

As Luc strode toward her intently, Kate had only a few moments to contemplate her fate. Had she saved her father's life, only to forfeit her own?

Kate didn't struggle as Luc's hands slid up her arms, drawing her firmly up against him as his head lowered. A tremour raced through her as his lips settled over the side of her neck. His tongue traced the twin puncture marks, rasping over her skin. She felt the wounds reopen, felt the blood flow.

The world seemed to tilt and blur before her eyes as she gazed unsteadily around her. "What's happening?" she breathed as her room seemed to melt away. Light and colour melded, changed, and dizziness raced through her.

"Shh," he murmured. "Just relax and let it happen."

Her fingers clutched Luc's shoulders as she gazed about her new surroundings came into startling focus. She stood in large, circular chamber of grey stone walls, like something out of medieval times. An enormous bed with rich, vibrant silk throws in burgundies, blacks, chocolates and golds, rested at its heart.

Luc's tongue licked her, drawing her attention back to him as he savoured the taste of her. Her head tilted of its own accord as dark pleasure washed over her.

A frown marred her forehead as she spied the cut on his hand where he held her upper arm. "You're bleading." The glass from the light bulb must have cut him too. Without thought, she lifted his hand to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, gently licking the tiny cut, feeling the sharp tanginess of his blood slide over her tongue. Intrigued, her lips closed over his skin, and she lightly sucked on the tiny cut, feeling a heady sensation wash over her.

Luc's head reared back, turbulent heat blazing deep in the depths of those wicked green eyes.

She dropped his hand, stumbling back. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that."

"Don't you?" he asked her seriously. Shaming moisture trickled between her thighs.

His hand lifted, sliding along her jaw to tangle in her mane, winding the silkiness around his fingers.

"I'm not like you," she protested. "I'm not a vampire."

"You're kind are more like mine than you know. Blood is power. From it we draw our strength."

"My kind?" Her legs felt weak, as though an unimaginable weight was bearing down on her.

"My kind have been attracted to your kind for centuries. Your blood sings for us, like the sweetest wine, the richest chocolate."

She shook her head, but he continued regardless.

"The intermingling of blood and race and the persecution of witches has diminished many of the powerful blood lines. But some continue undiminished through the centuries, passing down from mother to daughter."

"W-what has that got to do with me? You think I am some kind witch?"

Luc nodded, his green eyes watchful.

"You're crazy," she muttered, pushing his hand away and stepping back out of his reach.

"Denial won't change it, Katalina."

Her lashes fluttered close, hiding her violet eyes from his all seeing gaze as she struggled to comprehend what he was telling her. Vampires and witches.

"I need to be alone." Kate sensed rather than felt him move. She took a deep breath, prepared to do battle. But when she opened her eyes, he was gone.

She wandered aimlessly about the chamber, running her hand over the smooth stone of one of the many columns that rose to a vaulted ceiling. Frowning, she turned in a slow circle. The room was bare except for the wickedly suggestive bed, revealing no secrets of its owner. Her frustration mounted. Who are you?

She sat down on the edge bed as exhaustion washed over her. A glance at her watch revealed that it had stopped at 3:02 am. "Great," she muttered, falling back on the bed with her arms widespread. She gazed unseeingly at the ceiling. Vampires and witches and travelling distances in the blink of an eye. It was all too incredible.

What had she gotten herself into? She rubbed her eyes as questions churned through her mind. However, one burning question overrode the rest.

Was she prisoner or guest?

~*~

Kate felt soft and warm as fingers coaxed the tingling nub between her thighs to life. Her thighs trembled as they were eased further apart, her hips arching as a finger stole up deep inside. The blood raced through her as a tongue lashed out, swirling around her nub, and her nipples ached for similar attention.

Tension twisted between her thighs, coiling tighter and tighter as the tongue delved between her melting folds, seeking out and capturing every last drop of moisture. She panted and writhed as she was held open to the exploring hands and mouth that tormented her.

Her whole body arched and tensed as eddies of ecstasy washed through her. Light flickered behind her closed eyelids as the tongue pushed up inside of her tight channel. The tension between her thighs shattered into a million pieces and she cried out.

She lay limp on the bed, panting. Slowly she became aware of the intent green eyes watching her, and she blushed. Her hands covering her breasts as she struggled to close her thighs against him.

He planted his hands on either side of her hips as he climbed up over her where she lay sprawled on the bed before him. Her gaze dropped to the long, hard flesh rising from the nest of black curls between his thighs before flicking away. "No," she whispered.

"It is a little late to say no, Katalina. Your body cannot lie."

Luc's head lowered, his tongue tracing the valley between her breasts. She felt weak, flooded with pleasure, yet the thought of being a witch rushed to the forefront of her mind. She pushed urgently at his shoulders and he shifted his weight, laying alongside of her with his head propped on his hand.

She scrambled off the bed, knowing that she did so only because he allowed her. She felt his gaze lick over her thighs and bottom unprotected by the long fall of her mane spilling down her back. Heat stole up her cheeks as she bent to retrieve a silk throw as modestly as she could without exposing too much of the glistening pink flesh peeking between her thighs. She wrapped it protectively around her and tucked the end between her breasts before she turned to face him.

His lips curved as his eyes rose to lock with hers. "Your shyness is redundant, Katalina. I have touched and tasted every inch of your delightful little body." He rose from the bed with a grace that took her breath away, and her disobedient eyes skated down over the finely muscled length of him. Her lips parted as they came to rest upon the intimidating length of him rising from between his thighs.

She backed away as he strode toward her, feeling exposed beneath his intent green eyes. She bumped against the cool stone wall, and palms planted against the wall on either side of her shoulders. She knew that the moment he touched her that she would be lost. The thought both excited and frightened her.

His lips captured hers in a tender kiss, and she moaned as she tasted herself on him. She pushed against Luc's shoulders even as her mouth succumbed to his. Kate kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his.

Her wrists were captured and pinned against the wall with one hand. Two fingers slipped down between the valley of her breasts and tugged on her makeshift sarong. Pleading violet eyes met amused green ones. The silk slipped, revealing a creamy breast with its taut rosy crown to his interested gaze. Heat stole up her cheeks.

He tugged on the silk until it parted with a soft sigh, floating to the ground at their feet. Fingers trailed down over her breasts, casually flicking her taut nipples before sliding lower. Tingles raced over her skin as fingers splayed over her belly.

Fear and desire swirling in her violet depths as the tips of his fingers caressed the silky skin just above her golden thatch. "Are you ready for me, little one?"

Luc's hand slipped playfully lower, sliding down to cup an inner thigh. A whimper escaped her as his thumb skated over her pouting pink lips, her lashes fluttering close.

Lips pressed against her smooth shoulder as his fingers explored the dewy folds. His tongue traced whorls over the side of her neck, and she felt her body go lax at the inevitability of his sensual bite.

"Here?" he murmured as he gently nibbled on the sensitive flesh. Some devil made her shake her head, and he chuckled. Her lips parted on an uneven gasp as a finger lazily circled the sensitive nub nestled between her thighs.

The hand pinning hers against the wall glided down her arm, tickling the side of her breast before coming to rest a tantalising inch beneath its creamy swell. Luc's mouth leisurely trailed down over her collarbone, tormenting her with the knowledge of what was to come. His seductive mouth closed over a straining nipple, drawing it between his lips. He sucked exquisitely on the tight bud, sending quivers shooting between her thighs and drawing a whimpering cry from her.

"Here, then?" he enquired, releasing the glistening tip and capturing its neglected mate. The gentle pulling sensation of his mouth tugged at her secret place, and her hands spread over the stone wall as she struggled to keep her hands from reaching out and exploring that part of him that so intrigued her. She would not give in...

She moaned as his teeth sunk into the tender flesh surrounding her nipple the same moment as a finger thrust up inside of her. The pain soon melded with the pleasure as her whole body arched against him, her fingers sinking into his black mane. She felt him harden impossibly against her thigh as he drew on her blood, and her body throbbed around the invading digit, wanting, needing more.

"Luc," she moaned as fire coursed through her veins. Her melting channel pulsed as another finger thrust up inside of her as his mouth suckled her tender nipple. Everything but the feel of his mouth on her and his fingers working between her thighs was lost to her as she bucked and writhed against him. She cried out as the intensity of her orgasm consumed her, feeling her vision dim around the edges as wave upon wave of pleasure lapped at her.

She had barely caught her breath before she felt herself lifted over his shoulder. His fingers splayed possessively over her bottom as the world spun dizzily.

Gently he eased her down onto her back on the bed, and her thighs parted of their own accord as he moved over her. His thighs settling between hers forcing them even wider as his body lowered to hers.

Her hair lay like golden ribbons about her as she gazed up at him with heavy eyes, and the intensity of his expression took her breath away. A dark fire consumed those mesmerising eyes as he gazed silently down at her for eons, before slowly he lowered his head.

Her hands smoothed up over his hips and back as his mouth closed over hers. Some part of her knew she should be shocked at the taste her own blood on his mouth, but she was beyond caring as her lips parted beneath his.

Kate felt him probing at her dewy gate, seeking admittance, and she moaned. All resistance had fled as he eased his thick, hard length up inside of her with devastating slowness. She arched, straining to take all of him in as he surged deeper, inch by inch, forcing her tight walls to yield to his possession as he sunk to the hilt in her molten heat.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of him stretching her, her breath coming in tiny pants as she gazed up at him. Soft whimpers escaped her as he slowly began to move inside of her with long, powerful thrusts. Her long legs wrapped around him as she clung to him, her body rising to meet his.

Blood thrummed through her veins as her moved above and inside of her. He took her with slow possession, so different from when he had seduced her of her virginity. Her nails sunk into his bottom, urging him on, needing the urgent frenzy to drive away all the confusion and doubts.

His harsh breathing stirred the damp tendrils clinging to her skin as he rocked inside of her with a gentleness that bordered on torture. The exquisite friction of him thrusting deep inside of her driving her slowly insane. .

She whimpered in frustration as the tension between her thighs never abated as he surged between them. "Luc," she groaned, and he chuckled against her ear as slowly he worked himself in her honeyed channel.

She thumped her fists against his shoulders, yet still he took her at a leisurely pace. "Bastard," she moaned, urging him over onto his back as she rose up over him.

She straddled him, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her violet eyes dark with desire as she gazed down at him. She brushed back her mane, shaking her head and letting the ends caress his thighs. His eyes were drawn to the twin handfuls that carried his marks as they jiggled tantalisingly before him.

The breath shuddered from his lungs as she began to move on him with more enthusiasm than skill. "Katalina," he groaned, his control undone by the innocent virago that was intent on riding him to her pleasure.

Luc's hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she took him deep inside of her with growing confidence. Her young body clenching down tightly on his thick length as she circled her hips, drawing moans from both of them. His hands slid higher, up over her glistening body to capture her tender breasts, pinching and rolling the rosy tips as she lifted and ground herself against him.

Her nails raked down his chest as she quivered on top of him, her head thrown back, her breath coming in short, uneven pants. Pleasure fluttered between her thighs, fanning out in waves of growing intensity as he toyed with her breasts.

Her lips parted on a silent scream as her tight walls clenched around him as she rippled and shuddered as she lost herself in dark pleasure.

Luc's control snapped, and gripping her hips he rolled her beneath him. With barely a hesitation he drove himself into her with fierce thrusts, his teeth sinking into her neck.

Her nails scoured his back, drawing blood as his hips slammed against hers. He threw his head back with a cry as he spilled deep into her molten heat with jerking thrusts, unable to hold out against the force of her climax.

He collapsed against her, his tongue licking at her tiny neck wound as slowly their breathing eased. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, his arms wrapped possessively around her. She lay in the circle of his arms, her sweet face resting against his arm as sleep stole over her. His hand stroked through her golden mane, letting its silkiness feather over his fingers. "I will never let you go, Katalina," he murmured, pressing a kiss against her forehead. Kate never stirred.