It was interesting, hearing the tidbits here and there about her Companion's former life. That he had siblings back overseas. A life, probably a mother and father to fret that he'd never return. At least, not the same as he'd left. And Natalia listened intently as he spoke, setting aside her own judgment to actually learn about this man whom she'd saved, who was now bound her for as long as they both lived.
He was a soldier. A man conditioned for battle, and he could not be expected to understand the subtle intricacies of this brand new world into which he'd fallen. It was her duty to educate him, to care for him, to ensure he had everything he required to survive. Including nourishment, first and foremost. And while he wouldn't be able to take complete satisfaction from her blood - she was a vampire and her own life force lacked the nutriment that a human's blood carried - it would still sate him for a time, at least.
And Natalia had no qualm whatsoever about letting him close, near, even draping her arms around his waist when he settled over her, shivering at the first touch of his breath and lips on her unmarked skin. "Da, moi vozlyublennyye, da," she hissed in reply to his breathless plea, then he bit, and she couldn't help crying out in absolute bliss as she felt his fangs penetrate, then felt the seal of those lovely lips around the open wounds, and he drank from her - by the Mother, she'd never ever experienced anything so purely erotic.
She fisted one small hand in Bucky's short hair, to anchor him to her, then fell backwards across the bed, moaning and shuddering, unable to simply lie there and take it. He was pulling life right out of her veins, and she could do nothing but let him. Writhing in his grasp, Natalia wound her free arm and one shapely leg around her feeding Child, gasping his name in a breathless, broken voice. Golden tendrils of pleasure began to ripple beneath her skin, making her clutch him all the tighter. Oh, but she'd never dreamed--!
Until her eyes fluttered open and came to rest on the curve of James's dusky throat, his own beating pulse drawing her gaze like a magnet. Sharp fangs pricked her lower lip and Natalia gave a husky moan, almost a sob, before sinking them into that enticing flesh, tightening her legs around his hips when the first taste of his sweet, sweet blood hit her tongue.
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He was a soldier. A man conditioned for battle, and he could not be expected to understand the subtle intricacies of this brand new world into which he'd fallen. It was her duty to educate him, to care for him, to ensure he had everything he required to survive. Including nourishment, first and foremost. And while he wouldn't be able to take complete satisfaction from her blood - she was a vampire and her own life force lacked the nutriment that a human's blood carried - it would still sate him for a time, at least.
And Natalia had no qualm whatsoever about letting him close, near, even draping her arms around his waist when he settled over her, shivering at the first touch of his breath and lips on her unmarked skin. "Da, moi vozlyublennyye, da," she hissed in reply to his breathless plea, then he bit, and she couldn't help crying out in absolute bliss as she felt his fangs penetrate, then felt the seal of those lovely lips around the open wounds, and he drank from her - by the Mother, she'd never ever experienced anything so purely erotic.
She fisted one small hand in Bucky's short hair, to anchor him to her, then fell backwards across the bed, moaning and shuddering, unable to simply lie there and take it. He was pulling life right out of her veins, and she could do nothing but let him. Writhing in his grasp, Natalia wound her free arm and one shapely leg around her feeding Child, gasping his name in a breathless, broken voice. Golden tendrils of pleasure began to ripple beneath her skin, making her clutch him all the tighter. Oh, but she'd never dreamed--!
Until her eyes fluttered open and came to rest on the curve of James's dusky throat, his own beating pulse drawing her gaze like a magnet. Sharp fangs pricked her lower lip and Natalia gave a husky moan, almost a sob, before sinking them into that enticing flesh, tightening her legs around his hips when the first taste of his sweet, sweet blood hit her tongue.