The Heart Of A Vampire

FIRST KISS

She had been joking.

Hell, she thought they'd both been joking. So naturally, she believed him to be as well.

And when he asked for a kiss? That was all the confirmation she could have needed in order to deduce that they were, in fact, joking.

The thought of her kissing him, of him even wanting her to kiss him, was laughable- and so that was exactly what she did.

She laughed. Right in his face.

This author stands corrected- she didn't entirely get to laugh, as it was cut off a few moments later, when she felt his cool lips pressed up against hers.

Her eyes snapped open as she lurched backwards, one of her hands moving up to the back of his head and entangling in her hair.

She couldn't tell whether she was trying to push him off of her or pull him in closer.

At first, it was the former, but within moments, she felt herself melting into his arms as they snaked behind her by the waist, pulling her into his chest.

She'd been kissed before, once, by an overly forward suitor back in France- she'd pushed him off of her immediately, shoved him against the wall and ran as fast as she could.

This didn't feel like that- dirty and forced.

Despite the sudden nature of the kiss, it felt right, natural, like this was where she was supposed to be: with him.

He pulled away for a moment, giving her a second to breathe, feeling her gasp for air beneath him.

If anything, the noise only made him want to start with Round 2, but when he saw the look on her face, his better judgement took over, and he pulled away.

Clearly, the kiss had done a number on her- she'd already been exhausted and in pain, and he had gone a bit rougher than he usually did with his partners.

Though could you really blame him for losing control when he finally had the opportunity to get all of that pent up desire out of his system?

Even he, for once, was out of breath as he gazed down at her, overwhelmed by the sensation of her lips against his.

"They're swelling," he murmured quietly, more than to himself than to her, as he noticed her lips' reaction to his roughhousing.

She didn't respond, only staring up at him in shock. Her grip on the back of his head tightened as he tried to gently pull away, not too roughly.

But suddenly, she yanked him forward roughly, initiating the Round 2 that he had been wanting.

This time, he went all the way, shoving his tongue into her mouth, making her gag before she got used to the sensation.

On her part, she also began to kiss back instead of simply letting him take what he wanted.

And so they remained like that, lips interlocked, until finally, she couldn't feel hers any longer.

He pulled away, looking down to find her sweating heavily, hair sticking to her skin. He pushed away a lock from her forehead, sighing down at her heavily.

"Oh.. what am I going to do with you?" he muttered to himself, finally extracting himself from her embrace.