She entered the bedroom and felt his presence the moment she opened the door. Smiling, she turned to close the door. Walking over the thick, dark blue carpet, careful not make too much noise and wake him. She walked up the three stone steps leading up to the secluded bed, surrounded by marble pillars, tightly placed together so the bed was a cosy, separate place within the room. The candles were lit, casting a soft cocoon of light in the small area. She looked at the bed, her smile growing as she saw his sleeping form underneath the black satin sheets. She stood there, watching him, memories of their lovemaking flowing through her mind.
A soft moan of longing escaped her lips as her desire made her skin tingle and warm up a little. In the six hundred and seventy two years that she now existed, she had never felt this way, about anyone. He was human and she had often thought about making him as her, a vampire, but she couldn't, she loved him too much to be selfish, to make him suffer that horrible fate. He was young still, so very young, only 24 years, but very wise. He was most definitely her equal.
Quietly she walked to the bed and sat down at the left side of it. She watched him as he lay there, sleeping, his back turned to her. She loved everything about him. His deep blue eyes, his raven black hair, his young, muscular body, his soft soothing voice... Simply put, she loved him, with all of her being. She didn't really want to wake him, but just then, just by looking at him, the urge to hold him, to touch him, and for him to touch her, crept up on her, overpowering her. She reached out and touched his bare right shoulder. A shiver ran through him as her icy fingers touched him. He turned, instantly, sensing her, feeling the overwhelming joy that she had returned. She had been gone for weeks and fear and worry had dominated his heart.
But as sure as day, she was there. Dark green eyes stared down at him, her deep red fall of hair cascading over her left shoulder, across her chest. She looked stunning in that black dress she wore, leaving her shoulders bare. The tight fitting bodice of the dress pushed her luscious breasts up, giving her a full cleavage. His left arm reached out and he let his fingers brush at her hair, as if testing this was not a dream.
He licked his lips as he sat up a bit, leaning sideways on his right elbow. His eyes roamed her body, ravishing her. Finally, his eyes settled on hers again. "Nice dress..." he whispered, she smiled. "Take it off." he added, his voice gaining a husky tone.
Her smile faltered, giving way to a look of intense desire and need. She stood up from the bed and could feel her growing wetness against the silk of her underwear. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she obediently began to untie the laces of the bodice. Sliding first the right, then the left arm of the dress down, exposing her breasts. He groaned as the lush, soft, pale flesh was revealed. The dress slid down her stomach, over her hips and fell to the floor. She bent down and one by one removed the thigh high black leather boots she was wearing. She straightened her back and hooked her thumbs behind the lace scraps at her hips, connecting the sheer pieces of silk that made up the black string she wore. She slowly pulled it down her long legs, keeping them perfectly straight as she leaned forward and stepped out of the tiny string.