The Raven

His fingers ran gently down her face as he stared at her. Her green eyes pulling him in ever so softly. He leaned down to kiss her lips, and she jumped seeming startled.

"Who are you?," she asked.

He leaned down closer, resting his lips on her ear, and whispered, " the other half of you".

With the soft whispers, in her ear he began to softly kiss her neck, his fangs growing in excitement. Her sweet scent engulfing his senses, his mouth longing to touch her.

She seemed to relax as he touched her. Softly tracing the outline of her body, taking his time to see chills run down her arms.

"You have been mine for a thousand lifetimes. I have looked for you for centuries. And now that I have you, I will not let you go." He whispered sweet promises into her ear, and could feel her starting to melt into him.

"How do you know me?," she asked. "I dont even know myself."

"I am your mate," he said and quickly sank his fangs into the same spot as before. She shuddered and stiffened at the pain, but slowly relaxed and succumbed to his bite. This strange man was so familiar. She just couldn't remember.

He held her close and intoxicated himself with her scent and her blood. If he didnt stop now, he would not stop. He breathlessly let go, drawing his fangs back to his lips, and licking the mark to seal her wound. He slowly kissed up her jawline, making his way to her trembling lips. Softly kissing her pouty pink lips, she slowly parted her mouth to allow him to kiss her deeper. He took full advantage of the opportunity and kissed her with passion, rough and painful. The taste of her so sweet, like strawberries and coconut.

He slowly began removing her dress. She moaned as he slid it down to reveal her bare shoulders. Kissing gently every part of bare skin.

The beast inside of him was raging, he wanted to devour her whole.

"Please," she whispered.

Was she begging for more, or asking him to stop? Another moment longer and the savage beast inside of him would take over, and he would not be able to control himself.

He pulled the dress the rest of the way off, leaving her milky white skin glowing in the dim lit room. Her perfect pink nipples stiffened at the cold air and he became more excited at her reaction. He slid his hand up her thigh, into a place she had never been touched before, and slowly made her body rise and her breath quicken. She did not want him to stop.

She could feel his body harden against hers as he kissed and caressed her.

He towered over her and pinned her wrists above her head. A look of shock and desire crossed her face. He could not stop now.

He quickly bared his fangs and sank them deep inside her flesh. She squealed in pain and pleasure and writhed under his chiseled body.

Her conciousness began to drift away as he drained her of her life force. She fell into complete darkness. A deep sleep took over her.

Ashe sprang up from the bed, sweat dripping down her brow. She was out of breath and scared, as she adjusted her eyes to the darkness.

She was there. In the room. All alone. No sign of the strange man. Was she dreaming?

He was gone. It felt so real to her. How could he leave her? Why does she care? Why cant she remember? And why the hell was she at some strange man's house?