The music came to a hault with my body displayed upside down between his legs, my eyes daring the crowd to comment on what they had just witnessed. My legs wrapped firmly around his waist, his hands gripping the arms of the seat as I hoisted myself up to face him, now straddled tightly against him... feeling him tightly pressed between my thighs. I did not need to see his eyes, always hidden behind a mask, to know they were burning red. I could feel them burning into my own. We were so close that our noses were almost touching, and my tongue danced over my teeth as I grinned at him. One of us was going to cave in the next moment and close the distance... I was breathing hard, my heart racing, when it dawned on me just who I had been dancing on.
I ceared my throat and sat upright, pushing myself away, having made my point to the vampire socialites who had been drooling over him just a few minutes ago. I was his wife* and if I wanted him, I could have him. There was a quiet growl in his throat as I pulled myself off of him, adjusting my dress, and making my way through the crowd of still dancing creatures. I needed some air, air that did not taste of his breath. My head was swimming, the door of my mind could feel his knocking against it - almost ravenous - and I was tempted to let him in. I didn't need a telepathic bond to know it was his firm body that appeared behind me on the dancefloor, his strong hands that gripped my hips and pulled me against him.
I could feel the heat of him against my exposed back, the heat traveling down my hips and between my thighs as his sharp claw-like nails embedded themselves into the soft flesh there. I inhaled sharply at the pain, but it only made my blood boil. We danced to the music, bodies moving against eachother in an almost primal way. His hands somehow gripping me tightly and exploring my body at the same time. I could hear his hot breath in my ear, feel it, and the almost whispered growl that came from his throat set me aflame. I longed to sink my teeth into his throat. Drag my own claws against his back, wanting to see the blood trickle in their trail. I wanted to wrestle him, pin him down and feel the power behind his movements as he threw me off of him. My bosy screamed with the urge to feel his weight over me, pinning as I wriggled beneath him.
Lust. This was lust. We were both into he thralls of it, only I wasn't sure if either of us knew whether it would end up with us intertwined and in ecstasy or fighting to the death. Our every move on the dancefloor was aggressive and threatening, yet we never lefted our hands from the other. I felt a growl growing in my own chest, frustrated that my throat could not produce the sound the way his did. I wanted to test his strength against my agility. His force against my magic. I wanted his throat between my teeth... The song ended with us thrusted against each other, as if we couldn't be close enough, he had dipped me almost to the floor with his face at my throat. My body shivering a the sensation of his wet hot breath between my breasts. I stifled a whine as his tongue trailed up my throat as he brought me back upright.
I thought I would go mad with desire. Desire for his body on mine. Desire for teeth and nail and pain and blood and brutality as we attacked each other. I knew in my bones that once the battle dance began it wouldn't end until we were both lost in each other, lost in the lust for blood and pleasure. I wanted to run. Wanted him to chase me until we were both out of breath, far away from the night club and any other living soul, until we were alone. I turned my body away from him, knees bent about to take off in our soon to be game of predator and prey when a scream shattered through the heavy velvety fog that coasted my ever sense.
As if we had both been dowsed in cold water we turned in unison to face the sound.
