So not checking in (Bella) - The House that Sin Built

She drew in her lower lip, chewing on it gently. No moves were made to kiss him again, she just sat there, unmoving, staring into his eyes.

The first kiss to her cheek was follwed by a second and then a third. He kissed a long slow line across her jawline sweeping down in a slow progression along her neck. They were gentle light kisses but each lingered slightly longer then the one before it.

She shuddered with each touch of his, writhing ever so slightly in his lap. "You should stop.."

"Should I?"He asked as he continued his slow line of kisses down her neck. His hand on her back slipped upward to tangle in her hair.

As his fingers wrapped themselves in her curly locks, a soft, delectable gasp came from her parted lips. "No.. I mean, yes.. " Her voice was soft and airy, her body trembling against him.

"I will....if your certain you want me to" He whispered as his lips lowered to her collar. Licking and kissing a small line across her pale skin. He leaned her back slightly so he could continued marching his lips down the low v neckline of her blouse. His had released hers, slipping between them to begin undoing the buttons of the small brown coat she wore.

She reached up to grasp the hand undoing her coat, slowly pulling it away. "I should go." She said again, though this time her tone held more conviction.

He lifted his head and his hands stilled as his eyes met hers once again. In his dark eyes want mingled with frustration as he tilted his head slightly and asked one very quiet question "Why?"

Her silence spoke volumes as bright eyes met dark, the frustration and desire reflecting his own.

He sighed again softly. His hand came up to rest softly against her beautiful cheek as he went on softly "Then stay Bella." He paused and bite his lip his eyes conflicted as to how much to say. "We both want you to" He added after a few heart beats.

"I should go." Repeating the phrase was all she could muster, though her head turned responsively into his touch, her eyes drifting shut briefly.

He stroked her cheek sweetly as he shook his head. "No, you shouldn't. You should stay, and be my guest. And you should kiss me Bella. And I should kiss you" He whispered to her softly as he demonstrated his point by placing a sweet and lingering kiss to the cheek he was not touching. He kiss was gentle and quietly intimate, it was on her cheek but close enough to her lips to almost not matter.

Perhaps it was the tantalizingly close kiss, or his whispered words in that smooth as honey voice, or perhaps she just couldn't bear to resist him any longer. Either way, she turned her neck the subtle distance needed to press her lips to his, her fingers moving up to rake themselves through his dirty blonde hair. Her body pressed to his, and a quiet whimper escaped her lips.

the fingers on her cheek brushed back and tangled in her thick curly hair as they kissed. A small sigh escaped him at about the same moment the whimper escaped her. The arm behind her pressed her closer to him and his lips parted as his soft tongue went seeking hers. This kiss was more then the others had been. It had an underlying passion the others had lacked. It was a hotter more urgent gesture.

Her tongue met his halfway, dancing with it. One hand tracied fingernails down his jaw and over his neck, while the other tugged at his hair, pulling his head back slightly. She moved up to follow his lips, now straddling his lap to get her small frame only slightly above him.

His neck stretched as she pulled his head back. The hand behind her back took advantage of the change in positions and began to roam gently up and down the length of her slim body. His tongue tasted and teased hers as their kiss lingered and deepened.

Whimpers and sighs escaped her lips as she reveled in his touches, the hand in his hair tightening around the locks it had trapped. She broke the kiss to begin kissing, nipping, and licking down his neck, allowing her fangs to extend to trace across his skin in a teasing sort of way.

Gasps and sighs joined her whimpers as she tightened her grip on his hair and began kissing and biting her way down his throat. His hands touched her softly every where at once it seemed. Gently caressing as they sought buttons and catches, zippers and pins. Deftly removing the obstructions where they were in countered as his hands hunted for contact with her smooth skin.

As his hands slid over her flesh as he found his way past or under each article of clothing, he would notice that, in fact, every inch of her was smooth, no imperfections could be found except for a the raised ink of an umbrella tattoo on her right ankle, thirteen stars falling around it. No scars, no raised imperfections, nothing. It was almost eerie, though not unenjoyable in the least.

He took his time in his exploration of her form. Slowly removing or by passing ever scrap of fabric his hand encountered. Exposing more and more of her to has gentle touch and soft hands. He stretched his neck more for her. Baring his through to the enchanting kindred straddled across his lap as quiet sounds of contentment and pleasure issued from him.

Her hips pressed forward against his as she gracefully moved over him, her hands tugging at his shirt to try and slip it off. A soft growl sounded deep in her throat as she released his hair to rake her nails across his back, and as she pulled back to get his shirt off, he could see the dark desire in her gaze.

His growl answered hers as her nails raked down his back causing him to shudder with pleasure and want. His eyes locked with hers as he watched her dark desire over coming her reluctance. She could feel his rising desire for her press against her hips as she pressed against him. His lips parting slightly in a soft moan as the light catch and reflected on his fangs.

Her head tilted back, the perfect pale flesh of her neck exposed as her back arched, her body sliding up his, her chest to his, before her hips pressed to his once more.

He leaned forward. His lips finding the smooth skin of her neck as he kissed and nibbled her soft flesh. His fangs scrapping teasingly along the length of her out stretched neck.

Raising his hips his hardness pressed against her as she slid against his body. The air seemed to crack and pop with the heat between them as deft hands relieved her of the last of her clothing. His fingers were a delicious blend or rough and gentle as he touched her bare flesh and a low growl rumble in his chest as he gave himself to the moment.

As his fangs scraped her neck, a delicious shiver ran down her spine. Nails scraped then down his chest and she returned the motion, letting her own sharpened canines run across his neck.