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

Their fangs teased and tantalized one another a long moment as he pulled one hand free of her to slip himself free of his slacks and shorts. It took some wiggling but after a moments effort he was as bare as she was as they rubbed and slid together their fangs always moments from sinking into the other and washing them away with the pleasure of the kiss.

She arched into his touches, writhed beneath him as their bodies slid together, her hips and fangs moving against his own. So close, tantalizingly so, yet she didn't move to take them past that point.

The nearness was exquisite torture he reveled in until finally he could stand it no more. His arms tight around her he rolled them on the couch so that she laid on her back beneath him as he slipped between her long pale legs.

With a deep moan of pleasure and want he shifted and pushed forward. Slowly sinking into her as he did. A soft little gasp in her ear as he felt him being enveloped by her body.

She threw her head back in rapture, her arms stretching up above her head and her back arching up. Her lips parted as a long moan slipped through her lips, her eyes shutting as he took her.

His lips and fangs continued their teasing along her throat. Kissing and scrapping occasionally joined by his tongue as he softly licked the smooth soft flesh of her neck.
His hand slipped beneath her waist and cupped her firm rear lifting her slightly to supply his probing sex with a better angle and greater range of movement. His other hand slipped between them and as he took her with long slow full strokes it captured her breast, squeezing and fondling them gently.

At his touch she squirmed beneath him, her good easily moving to meet his again and again. Her fingers clasped at whatever was near, the arm of the couch and a corner of one of the throw pillows. Her head rolled back and forth, waves of pleasure overtaking her as she gasped and whimpered, her tone thick with lust.

He rained kisses about her neck and chest as he moved within her. Taking her in long, slow, full strokes as he his hardness stretched her. It was unhurried and sensual. An almost artistic expression of lust and attraction.

She shuddered as he moved inside of her, her praise for him raising from her lips in trembling moans and gasps. Fingers released the fabric they clenched to, moving to run down over her body, nails raking over flesh and teasing over her full breasts.

He continued the slow sensual pace. Savoring the feel of her body and the beauty of her pleasure. They made a breath taking picture. Moving together in slow steady rhyme. His body sliding against hers as she wrapped around him running her fingers over her body. It was an image that could have enrapture the most jaded of his clan had they been able to see. It was beautiful and unhurried and almost artistic in its expression of desire finding satisfaction.

With a swift nod of her head she pierced the skin on his neck, just enough for a small trail of blood to run out. She let her tongue run out along the crimson line, moaning as she did.

Luke groaned as she pierced his flesh grinding with her with renewed heat and intensity as she licked along the trail of blood. He willed the wound to bleed so that more was there to meet her soft tongue as he shuddered at her sensual licking.

She gasped with the extra blood he offered her, losing herself temporarily in the blood lust as she tasted the sweet liquid on her tongue. In one moment of pure ecstasy she cried out and sunk her fangs into his neck, taking one, two deep gulps before she pulled backwards, gasping in a certain sort of panic as she would tumble off of the couch - unless he held her steady.

Holding her steady wasn't required as he had begun cling to her tightly.Blood was life, blood was poison, blood was addiction. Addiction should be share. As she pulled back in her sudden panic he leaned forward and sank his fangs into her breast as her leaning had pushed out her chest.

She continued to struggle, in the time she had pushing him up enough to fall to the floor, leaving him behind on the couch. The force in which she had forced herself away from him caused his fangs to rip at her breast, only causing more blood to pool and spill down over her perfect, pale skin. Wide eyes of panic stared up at him as she began to edge away.

(Brawl rolled by ST barely won.)

Luke looked startled as she wrestled her way free, only then noticing the wild paniked look in her eyes. He looked at her confused and concerned as he set up leaning back on the couch moving away sightly as she seemed to suddenly need space.

"Bella?"

She spat on the floor, knowing it was pointless to try and force whatever blood she had drank out. Arms wrapping around herself as she trembled, sitting forward onto her knees. "No, no, you aren't safe.. You shouldn't have drank.. I shouldn't have drank.."

He remained where he was looking at her gently, his voice as soft and calm as he could make it.

"How am I not safe Bella?"

"My blood is cursed.." She began to tremble, crimson lining her eyes as tears welled. "When blood is exchanged, people die.. I.. I'm sorry.." There was an obvious paranoia in her gaze, no fact to back it up.

Well he had no idea what to do with that. Or the crying harpy on the floor. He normally hugged crying women but when a woman injures her self to escape your embrace it is good money that touching her would make her only melt down further.

"Please explain Bella, and come here. Done is done. We assess and move on but there is no need for you to have to cry on my floor. Come sit with me and lets talk about all of this" His voice was soft and soothing.

The names had no meanings, the context completely lacking. It truly sounded like a mad woman's ramblings. "Troy, dead.. then Will.. dead, and then Chase, and Albright, and Adam... all dead."

The names made more sense then perhaps she gave him credit for.

His voice became even softer, kinder "Bella, Bella are you with me. Come here, please" He gestured to a space on the couch not so close to him that she would feel crowded.

Slowly, like a beaten dog still willing to submit, she crawled up onto the couch. Her legs were drawn to her chest as she eyed him nervously, the guilt heavy in her gaze.

"Bella" He said her name in a tone that made it a gentle caress. Soothing still faintly sensual but less predatory and hungry as it was before. It had a subtle touch of fond affection. "Talk to me. All will be well, believe me"

She glanced at the ground for a moment, before looking back to the gorgeous Toreador. "The only people I've ever exchanged blood with have died, in one way or another.. every one, except Prince Maddened in Seattle.." her tone wavered a bit in sorrow and fear, her gaze locked on his. "I'm cursed.. I shouldn't have been so stupid.. so selfish.."

He smiled gently and shook his head "Your not cursed, if you were cursed why would your Seattle prince be spared. You have been unlucky is all Bella. Our lives are hard bleak things. We do not always make it through them. I have lost those dear to me but I am not cursed." He opened an arm to her. an invitation to be comforted, not a demand but an offer. His ruthless lifeless eyes seemed full of sympathy for the beautiful woman as though her loss and heartache made her dearer to him some how.