Screw it there was way too much in the way and Ambrose was sick of playing around. Starting gently, teasingly he ran his hand from her jaw down her throat, her chest between her breasts grabbed hold of the silk and yanked. Hard. There was a decidedly satisfying tear which made him smile wickedly.
Sitting up he pulled her to him. His hands now free to roam where they wanted, did so without hesitation.
"It was in the way."
He said it as if shredding a perfectly good dress was an every day occasion and without remorse despite the fact that there would be no way to repair the damage he'd done. Holding Belle tightly to him again his lips found hers and they were still sweet. They had been all evening but with each kiss they seemed sweeter. While he kissed her Ambrose guided one arm out of its sleeve, the dress was now barley half on and it looked considerably better on her that way.
How Not To Look A Gift Horse In the Mouth - (private)
Ysabel was struggling with her unpacking once again, only this time she didn't have Dayle there to help her out with it. She'd been tossing boxes haphazardly out onto her little balcony as she unpacked each one and the pile was growing in leaps and bounds. She figured she'd throw them out soon enough.
Sliding the doors open one last time she tossed one more box onto the stack, making a little noise of dismay when it tumbled over the others and kept on going right to the ground. The urge to simply float it back up to the balcony was strong but she didn't know who might be wandering around who shouldn't be. Her room overlooked a lovely bit of grassy lawn, and she certainly couldn't just leave the box out there.
So, feeling fairly safe in leaving her door unlocked, she left her suite, descended the stairs with her skirts lifted up arond her feet, and walked quickly outside. She tiptoed through the grass; a fair amount of condensation had already gathered on it and she tried her best not to make a mess of her gown and slippers.
Retrieving her wayward box she glanced around, saw no one, and tossed it back up to her own balcony with a bit of assistance. Then she made her way back around and into the Manor again, sliding through the hallways back to her suite with the little bit of hesitance born of unfamiliarity.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel hadn't realized silk, a rather hardy material, was so easily conquered by the male of the species. She blushed for a moment, never having had any clothing ripped off of her, and then saw his naughty... and incerdibly sexy... smile. Any reservations she may have had about having clothing torn off her body fled, and she promptly decided that for that expression on Ambrose's face she would sacrifice her entire wardrobe night after night.
Ambrose pulled her to him with a quick explanation, looking not in the least bit sorry. Ysabel made no attempt to cover herself; she wasn't into false modesty and she wanted to be with him every bit as much as he apparently wanted her.
"I hope that wasn't your biggest trick," she said breathlessly against his lips, "because there's a good deal more where that came from."
Wrapping her arms around his waist she joined in his kiss enthusiastically, relishing her newfound freedom... both from clothing and her pinned position. She toyed with his lips gently, dipping her tongue in now and then to dart against his fangs, nipping lightly at his lips. her hands slid around his back, just coming to rest so that her fingertips were slightly beneath his jeans in the back. There she waited, hoping his shirt would hit the floor soon, or it was going to go the way of her gown.
Ambrose pulled her to him with a quick explanation, looking not in the least bit sorry. Ysabel made no attempt to cover herself; she wasn't into false modesty and she wanted to be with him every bit as much as he apparently wanted her.
"I hope that wasn't your biggest trick," she said breathlessly against his lips, "because there's a good deal more where that came from."
Wrapping her arms around his waist she joined in his kiss enthusiastically, relishing her newfound freedom... both from clothing and her pinned position. She toyed with his lips gently, dipping her tongue in now and then to dart against his fangs, nipping lightly at his lips. her hands slid around his back, just coming to rest so that her fingertips were slightly beneath his jeans in the back. There she waited, hoping his shirt would hit the floor soon, or it was going to go the way of her gown.
Ambrose
18 years ago
It had been an extremely long time since any one had sparked such feelings in him. Lust he wasn't surprised by but there was more here. Ambrose wasn't sure what it was but now was as good a time as any to find out.
He guided her other arm out of the remnants of its sleeve while savoring the color in her cheeks. That was an unexpected reward, he'd probably be ripping things off her more often to see if he could duplicate the results.
Her words elicited a low soft laugh while his lips were still engaged with hers, the vibration was pleasant.
"I have some garden sheers in the truck."
Ambrose pressed his hand against her back and allowed it to slide down along the curve of her back, just to the beginning of her bum. More fabric. He was going to have his work cut out for him at this rate. Tugging experimentally at the waist of the skirt and at what seemed to be under neath it he debated a course of action.
"That is if you want to wait here."
Not that he planed on letting her wait at this point. Echoing her light nips as they kissed Ambrose got aggressive again and bit sharply at her shoulder. The bite didn't draw much blood, and none of it went to waste.
He guided her other arm out of the remnants of its sleeve while savoring the color in her cheeks. That was an unexpected reward, he'd probably be ripping things off her more often to see if he could duplicate the results.
Her words elicited a low soft laugh while his lips were still engaged with hers, the vibration was pleasant.
"I have some garden sheers in the truck."
Ambrose pressed his hand against her back and allowed it to slide down along the curve of her back, just to the beginning of her bum. More fabric. He was going to have his work cut out for him at this rate. Tugging experimentally at the waist of the skirt and at what seemed to be under neath it he debated a course of action.
"That is if you want to wait here."
Not that he planed on letting her wait at this point. Echoing her light nips as they kissed Ambrose got aggressive again and bit sharply at her shoulder. The bite didn't draw much blood, and none of it went to waste.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel had momentary flashes of lucidity where a tiny part of her mind reminded her to sleep on this, but she was more than happy to let the feverish feeling reign. Some things were worth pursuing, and Ambrose's affections were at the top of that list.
The fact that they still managed to continue their light teasing of each other was tantalizing; the feel of Ambrose laughing into their kiss made Ysabel smile in return. She enjoyed the rumble of his chest against hers as he did so, and the slide of his hand down her back gave her chills. When it came to rest just below her waist, at the little cleft between her buttocks, she squirmed even more.
"Why would you need garden shears when you've already proven so capable?" she murmured to him. For a moment she couldn't believe she had just invited him to tear apart the rest of her dress, but then his fangs sank into her flesh again and she gasped with pleasure .
"Ambrrrrr..." his name turned into a little moan on her lips as desire rose once more to new heights.
Ysabel made another little attempt at his name, with similar results. Finally, with a little growl of her own, she pushed him back against the other arm of the couch, falling with him to rest alongside him. She steadied his head as they went, not wanting him to break away, and when they were lying down once more, she ran the tip of her tongue lightly along his neck, turning her head at the proper angle, and bit him herself as one of her hands stroked the bared skin of his chest down to his abdomen.
The fact that they still managed to continue their light teasing of each other was tantalizing; the feel of Ambrose laughing into their kiss made Ysabel smile in return. She enjoyed the rumble of his chest against hers as he did so, and the slide of his hand down her back gave her chills. When it came to rest just below her waist, at the little cleft between her buttocks, she squirmed even more.
"Why would you need garden shears when you've already proven so capable?" she murmured to him. For a moment she couldn't believe she had just invited him to tear apart the rest of her dress, but then his fangs sank into her flesh again and she gasped with pleasure .
"Ambrrrrr..." his name turned into a little moan on her lips as desire rose once more to new heights.
Ysabel made another little attempt at his name, with similar results. Finally, with a little growl of her own, she pushed him back against the other arm of the couch, falling with him to rest alongside him. She steadied his head as they went, not wanting him to break away, and when they were lying down once more, she ran the tip of her tongue lightly along his neck, turning her head at the proper angle, and bit him herself as one of her hands stroked the bared skin of his chest down to his abdomen.
Ambrose
18 years ago
An odd soft growl caught in his throat, laughter and desire blended together. Having permission to mangle Ysabel's wardrobe didn't make the idea any less appealing. He suspected Belle knew it too, if she kept wriggling in his lip like that she was going to become very aware of how appealing he found it.
There had been the possibility of a witty retort when she shoved him down on the sofa, nearly pinning him there. It was a prison he could get used to if she chose to try and hold him. The quip, however, only got as far as a wolfish leer because when she bit down on his neck again it dissolved into a moan.
Ambrose rolled shifting there position, placing his bad leg against the sofa cushions and pressing Belle between the back of the couch and himself. Despite the movement he did nothing that would cause her to break that deep kiss. He used their new position to hold the fabric taught and rip the skirt away, yanking it out from under them as he finished with it.
"Damned. What else have you got on?"
He'd discovered the voluminous undergarments and was getting thoroughly impatient.
There had been the possibility of a witty retort when she shoved him down on the sofa, nearly pinning him there. It was a prison he could get used to if she chose to try and hold him. The quip, however, only got as far as a wolfish leer because when she bit down on his neck again it dissolved into a moan.
Ambrose rolled shifting there position, placing his bad leg against the sofa cushions and pressing Belle between the back of the couch and himself. Despite the movement he did nothing that would cause her to break that deep kiss. He used their new position to hold the fabric taught and rip the skirt away, yanking it out from under them as he finished with it.
"Damned. What else have you got on?"
He'd discovered the voluminous undergarments and was getting thoroughly impatient.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel decided she liked biting Ambrose. As he rolled her over once again and she found herself between him and the back of the couch, she sank her fangs deeper and held on, letting up only when she heard his frustrated exclaimation upon discovering that the dress wasn't the end of his troubles. Withdrawing from his neck and giving the skin there a few long delicious strokes with her tongue, she looked down at her partly-torn chemise.
"I promise, the end is near," she said with a somewhat wicked air. "But I feel I should warn you about my cast-iron chastity belt."
Ambrose's impatience threatened to make her laugh again, and this time she didn't stop it. She didn't have the heart to tell him that outfit had been one of her less complicated, as she'd been unpacking when she had bumped into him and hadn't wanted to wear anything too difficult to move in.
"You're one to talk, complaining about how much I've still got on. This is entirely too unfair," she pointed out.
Ysabel hooked her fingertips into the waist of his jeans and tugged playfully before flattening her hands and moving them around behind him to smooth over his lower back once again. Once again, she was chiding herself for being a tease... but Ambrose's impatience was endearing and to be honest, she didn't think for a moment that she wanted to halt their progress or stop this night from ending.
"I promise, the end is near," she said with a somewhat wicked air. "But I feel I should warn you about my cast-iron chastity belt."
Ambrose's impatience threatened to make her laugh again, and this time she didn't stop it. She didn't have the heart to tell him that outfit had been one of her less complicated, as she'd been unpacking when she had bumped into him and hadn't wanted to wear anything too difficult to move in.
"You're one to talk, complaining about how much I've still got on. This is entirely too unfair," she pointed out.
Ysabel hooked her fingertips into the waist of his jeans and tugged playfully before flattening her hands and moving them around behind him to smooth over his lower back once again. Once again, she was chiding herself for being a tease... but Ambrose's impatience was endearing and to be honest, she didn't think for a moment that she wanted to halt their progress or stop this night from ending.
Ambrose
18 years ago
The end had better not be near, they hadn't really started yet. Although perhaps he should start carrying a pocket knife, that might speed things up a bit. Determination reigned supreme and he slowly, deliberately started tearing at her chemise.
"I don't think even I could tear through that, so I hope you brought the key."
That wasn't a nice thing to say to a guy, even in joking. From what he was feeling though, there wasn't anything to worry about on that front.
The mention of his clothing made Ambrose pause. He propped himself up and smirked down at Belle, implying his cloths were her problem. After all he'd come up with his own solution for hers.
Hell he had other things on too. Ambrose wasn't sure how well Belle would deal with that and he didn't really want to find out. On the other hand not dealing with it would involve stopping. And he didn't want to stop, he wanted to pick her up and carry her to the bed room, but on his best day that wouldn't happen; not successfully any way.
He kissed her deeply, while one hand slid down the back of a newly bared leg. It was amazingly curvy and smooth, he'd take that leg over his missing one any day.
"Did you want to move some where more comfortable?"
"I don't think even I could tear through that, so I hope you brought the key."
That wasn't a nice thing to say to a guy, even in joking. From what he was feeling though, there wasn't anything to worry about on that front.
The mention of his clothing made Ambrose pause. He propped himself up and smirked down at Belle, implying his cloths were her problem. After all he'd come up with his own solution for hers.
Hell he had other things on too. Ambrose wasn't sure how well Belle would deal with that and he didn't really want to find out. On the other hand not dealing with it would involve stopping. And he didn't want to stop, he wanted to pick her up and carry her to the bed room, but on his best day that wouldn't happen; not successfully any way.
He kissed her deeply, while one hand slid down the back of a newly bared leg. It was amazingly curvy and smooth, he'd take that leg over his missing one any day.
"Did you want to move some where more comfortable?"
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel chuckled at Ambrose's tone of voice. "Fortunately for both of us, my parents never believed in them."
As he was about to discover, the way he was methodically tearing apart her chemise. Ysabel let him rip merrily away, moving herself slightly in whichever direction was needed to relieve her of the yards of fabric.
She didn't miss his hesitance when she mentioned evening the score. She looked up at him with a bit of a question in her eyes. It didn't require any special genius to guess what he was thinking of, but could he possibly think she cared at all about that? That she might find him less than attractive just because of his leg?
So, when he asked if she wanted to move elsewhere, Ysabel interpreted it as his offer to her to stop then, if she wanted. She didn't want an "out," however. She wanted Ambrose. Very much. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Maybe many more nights. With that thought in mind she returned his kiss, putting as much feeling into it as she could, and pressed her bare body against him.
"Ambrose... couch, bedroom, dining room table... it makes no difference to me at this moment, as long as it's you."
She placed her hands on either side of his face as she spoke, looking straight into those unique light brown eyes, trying her best to communicate to him the fact that there was nothing about him that gave her pause. He'd staked his claim on her the first time he'd bitten her, and she was well aware of it, and relished it.
She pulled him close once again, brushed her lips against his, and murmured, "Just make me yours."
As he was about to discover, the way he was methodically tearing apart her chemise. Ysabel let him rip merrily away, moving herself slightly in whichever direction was needed to relieve her of the yards of fabric.
She didn't miss his hesitance when she mentioned evening the score. She looked up at him with a bit of a question in her eyes. It didn't require any special genius to guess what he was thinking of, but could he possibly think she cared at all about that? That she might find him less than attractive just because of his leg?
So, when he asked if she wanted to move elsewhere, Ysabel interpreted it as his offer to her to stop then, if she wanted. She didn't want an "out," however. She wanted Ambrose. Very much. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Maybe many more nights. With that thought in mind she returned his kiss, putting as much feeling into it as she could, and pressed her bare body against him.
"Ambrose... couch, bedroom, dining room table... it makes no difference to me at this moment, as long as it's you."
She placed her hands on either side of his face as she spoke, looking straight into those unique light brown eyes, trying her best to communicate to him the fact that there was nothing about him that gave her pause. He'd staked his claim on her the first time he'd bitten her, and she was well aware of it, and relished it.
She pulled him close once again, brushed her lips against his, and murmured, "Just make me yours."
Ambrose
18 years ago
The only way to describe Ambrose's reaction was that he growled. He wanted her, she wanted him and if he had to tie her to the sofa while he went to find the user's manual for his leg then damned it he was going to do just that. Returning her kiss he shifted so that Ysabel was again under him and with his weight and is enthusiasm she was threatening to become part of the cushions.
"We'll save the dinning room table for next time."
He kissed and caressed his way down her body, so much unexplored territory. Even with a promise of next time he wouldn't be able to map it all out. And to think he'd never had an interest in cartography before now.
Finally there was no more fabric in his path, he almost wanted to get out a bottle of champagne to celebrate that as it was no small feat, but he was otherwise engaged. Rather than waiting too much longer on Belle he kicked off his right shoe, the other would take care of it self, and quickly shed the shirt she had so kindly unbuttoned for him before returning his attention to her.
He softly sank his fangs into her but rather than her neck, just at the top of her breast. Each time he bit her Ambrose was stunned at the richness of Ysabel, there was so much more to her than met the eye. Continuing to increase the intimacy of the evening as his bit her he slid his hand down between her legs. Neatly licking the fang marks closed, but not with drawing his hand he teased her.
"Too well mannered to tear a guy's cloths off?"
He didn't expect an answer or a reaction. Besides he'd have to help her with the leg any way.
"We'll save the dinning room table for next time."
He kissed and caressed his way down her body, so much unexplored territory. Even with a promise of next time he wouldn't be able to map it all out. And to think he'd never had an interest in cartography before now.
Finally there was no more fabric in his path, he almost wanted to get out a bottle of champagne to celebrate that as it was no small feat, but he was otherwise engaged. Rather than waiting too much longer on Belle he kicked off his right shoe, the other would take care of it self, and quickly shed the shirt she had so kindly unbuttoned for him before returning his attention to her.
He softly sank his fangs into her but rather than her neck, just at the top of her breast. Each time he bit her Ambrose was stunned at the richness of Ysabel, there was so much more to her than met the eye. Continuing to increase the intimacy of the evening as his bit her he slid his hand down between her legs. Neatly licking the fang marks closed, but not with drawing his hand he teased her.
"Too well mannered to tear a guy's cloths off?"
He didn't expect an answer or a reaction. Besides he'd have to help her with the leg any way.
Ysabel
18 years ago
On any other day she might have wondered about the practicality of a couch so soft it must be hard to get up from, but at the moment Ysabel was sold. It was as plush as a mattress and that was a fortunate thing, for she fund herself pinned once more beneath Ambrose's weight... without the languor and the slow easy caresses of a few minutes ago.
She didn't take his promise of using the dining room table lightly... the expression on his face was predatory, and Ysabel didn't doubt for a moment that if that happened to be the closest convenient piece of furniture, it would be put to good use. What she didn't mention was her hope that 'next time' would mean, 'an hour from now.'
Those thoughts fled as Ambrose's touches and caresses lit her body on fire once more. He seemed to be everywhere at once, and she was ablaze with anticipation for every next touch. As his shirt finally hit the floor she could have cheered, but even that sentiment was stifled as his fangs broke her skin once more. She arched her back into his bite, encouraging, almost demanding, that he sate himself on her blood tonight. She ran her fingernails through his soft hair and found herself murmuring endearments, but even she couldn't understand her own words.
When his roaming hand found the soft, sensitive area between her legs she threw her head back against the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. A long sigh escaped her lips and she once again raised herself to his touch, as a moth to a candle flame. Between his fangs just above her breast and his hand's gentle explorations, she was holding back a great deal more noise than she would have believed herself capable of.
Therefore, when his challenge issued forth from his newly-freed lips, Ysabel opened her eyes to his deliciously wicked face and bared her fangs at him in response. His eyes were dancing with humor and smoldering with desire at the same time, and her heart leapt at the sight. Struck almost dumb with an emotion far deeper than lust or even affection, Ysabel took a moment to drink him in with her eyes before tracing her fingertips down the hard flat plane of his stomach, catching them in the waistband of his jeans and completely ignoring the button and zipper there, meeting his dare and smiling sweetly up at him as she gave a yank, popping the button off and completely destroying the zipper.
"Be careful what you wish for," she advised in a husky tone. "If you didn't have me pinned here I believe I could have done an even better job than that."
She toyed with the waist of his useless jeans now, her fingertips dancing a promise across his tan skin.
She didn't take his promise of using the dining room table lightly... the expression on his face was predatory, and Ysabel didn't doubt for a moment that if that happened to be the closest convenient piece of furniture, it would be put to good use. What she didn't mention was her hope that 'next time' would mean, 'an hour from now.'
Those thoughts fled as Ambrose's touches and caresses lit her body on fire once more. He seemed to be everywhere at once, and she was ablaze with anticipation for every next touch. As his shirt finally hit the floor she could have cheered, but even that sentiment was stifled as his fangs broke her skin once more. She arched her back into his bite, encouraging, almost demanding, that he sate himself on her blood tonight. She ran her fingernails through his soft hair and found herself murmuring endearments, but even she couldn't understand her own words.
When his roaming hand found the soft, sensitive area between her legs she threw her head back against the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. A long sigh escaped her lips and she once again raised herself to his touch, as a moth to a candle flame. Between his fangs just above her breast and his hand's gentle explorations, she was holding back a great deal more noise than she would have believed herself capable of.
Therefore, when his challenge issued forth from his newly-freed lips, Ysabel opened her eyes to his deliciously wicked face and bared her fangs at him in response. His eyes were dancing with humor and smoldering with desire at the same time, and her heart leapt at the sight. Struck almost dumb with an emotion far deeper than lust or even affection, Ysabel took a moment to drink him in with her eyes before tracing her fingertips down the hard flat plane of his stomach, catching them in the waistband of his jeans and completely ignoring the button and zipper there, meeting his dare and smiling sweetly up at him as she gave a yank, popping the button off and completely destroying the zipper.
"Be careful what you wish for," she advised in a husky tone. "If you didn't have me pinned here I believe I could have done an even better job than that."
She toyed with the waist of his useless jeans now, her fingertips dancing a promise across his tan skin.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Sweet and gentle his ass. Ambrose went from taken aback to laughing as she destroyed his clothing, the only thing unwelcome about the action was that she'd taken so long to get to it.
"I'll have to wish for more, you didn't get 'em all this time."
He was loathed to leave her, even for a second, but if they were going to get the jeans out of the way he'd have to sit up. As always the right leg was easy but he was always more cautious when dealing with the left. Having peeled off the jeans he did remove his leg and the liner sock he wore on the stump, other than the plastic of the thigh bucket and foot it was cold metal and he doubted Belle would appreciate that.
Years of practice made Ambrose adept at standing on one foot. Standing there, nothing but his boxers on he leered down at her. The time for subtlety had passed and he shed the rest of his cloths before returning to his position, pinning her to the sofa with another kiss.
"Where were we?"
"I'll have to wish for more, you didn't get 'em all this time."
He was loathed to leave her, even for a second, but if they were going to get the jeans out of the way he'd have to sit up. As always the right leg was easy but he was always more cautious when dealing with the left. Having peeled off the jeans he did remove his leg and the liner sock he wore on the stump, other than the plastic of the thigh bucket and foot it was cold metal and he doubted Belle would appreciate that.
Years of practice made Ambrose adept at standing on one foot. Standing there, nothing but his boxers on he leered down at her. The time for subtlety had passed and he shed the rest of his cloths before returning to his position, pinning her to the sofa with another kiss.
"Where were we?"
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel sighed once more as Ambrose pulled away and sat up, but she couldn't deny that she wanted him rid of his clothing as well. There was a cool draft as he rose, and she sat up, resting on her elbows to watch him.
There was nothing outstanding about his physique; aside from his missing leg, Ambrose was in every way a typical young adult male. His body was honed to hardness by the life he'd lived, but not overly muscular, nor lacking in tone. She enjoyed his dark skin, being used to something much paler. She was accustomed to tanned skin being a sign of poor breeding, of too much time spent in the sun laboring in fields, but on Ambrose it was just another indicator of the difference between them which Ysabel was quickly coming to adore.
She paid careful attention to the removal of his leg, hoping he wouldn't think her curiosity morbid or inappropriate. The fact of the matter was that she thought she ought to learn how to do it herself, if they were going to be spending as much time together as their present course of action would indicate. Nor did she want him to think she had any aversion to it, after his hesitation from before. They'd already had enough misunderstanding for one night, she thought.
At Ambrose's words as he settled himself back on the couch, delightfully naked, warm, and definitely aroused, Ysabel gave him a little grin.
"Where were we? Can't you remember? I thought I was the old senile one here."
She wrapped her arms around him, giving a little "mmm" of pleasure as their bodies entwined themselves together as if of their own volition. Pressing tiny little biting kisses along his neck, nipping here and there, she rubbed her cheek against his and sighed his name before pulling back and meeting his gaze directly.
"Let me refresh your memory."
With that, she wrapped one leg around his waist and raised her hips to press against him, delicately biting down once more on his neck. It was just a quick bite, a reminder and a tease. She tightened her arms around him and held him close, savoring the feel for just a moment.
There was nothing outstanding about his physique; aside from his missing leg, Ambrose was in every way a typical young adult male. His body was honed to hardness by the life he'd lived, but not overly muscular, nor lacking in tone. She enjoyed his dark skin, being used to something much paler. She was accustomed to tanned skin being a sign of poor breeding, of too much time spent in the sun laboring in fields, but on Ambrose it was just another indicator of the difference between them which Ysabel was quickly coming to adore.
She paid careful attention to the removal of his leg, hoping he wouldn't think her curiosity morbid or inappropriate. The fact of the matter was that she thought she ought to learn how to do it herself, if they were going to be spending as much time together as their present course of action would indicate. Nor did she want him to think she had any aversion to it, after his hesitation from before. They'd already had enough misunderstanding for one night, she thought.
At Ambrose's words as he settled himself back on the couch, delightfully naked, warm, and definitely aroused, Ysabel gave him a little grin.
"Where were we? Can't you remember? I thought I was the old senile one here."
She wrapped her arms around him, giving a little "mmm" of pleasure as their bodies entwined themselves together as if of their own volition. Pressing tiny little biting kisses along his neck, nipping here and there, she rubbed her cheek against his and sighed his name before pulling back and meeting his gaze directly.
"Let me refresh your memory."
With that, she wrapped one leg around his waist and raised her hips to press against him, delicately biting down once more on his neck. It was just a quick bite, a reminder and a tease. She tightened her arms around him and held him close, savoring the feel for just a moment.
Ambrose
18 years ago
There was always a certain intimacy to a bite, even with fast food you had to get close enough to sink your teeth into them. Her bites were more than that and only served to egg him on. He wanted her and nothing on this earth was going to stop him at this point although if she hadn't bitten him he might have teased her longer.
"I think I remember now that you mention it."
His voice was dark and smokey.
Her hips rose to him and Ambrose was not about to hold off any longer. They couldn't have gotten any closer together at this point if they had tried. They had teased each other well past any reasonable level of tolerance and delicacy was over rated at any rate. Knowing she was a vampire as well Ambrose had no reason to hold back, and on desire too.
Sliding one hand up her body, massaging, exploring his fingers skimmed along the delicate curves of her arm. He brought the hand back to him so he cold kiss the palm before allowing his fangs to enter her wrist, a light and gentle bite one meant to remind her she was his now.
"I think I remember now that you mention it."
His voice was dark and smokey.
Her hips rose to him and Ambrose was not about to hold off any longer. They couldn't have gotten any closer together at this point if they had tried. They had teased each other well past any reasonable level of tolerance and delicacy was over rated at any rate. Knowing she was a vampire as well Ambrose had no reason to hold back, and on desire too.
Sliding one hand up her body, massaging, exploring his fingers skimmed along the delicate curves of her arm. He brought the hand back to him so he cold kiss the palm before allowing his fangs to enter her wrist, a light and gentle bite one meant to remind her she was his now.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel resorted to making several generic panting and whimpering noises, as the things Ambrose was doing to her must certainly be illegal. It had to be the biting. She'd experienced pleasure from it before, but never so openly, never during lovemaking with another of her kind. As soon as Ambrose released her wrist she laid her left leg against his right hip and rolled toward his left side, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist well from that direction.
It was easier than she thought, as Ambrose was apparently disinclined to be stubborn at that moment. Ysabel found herself pleasantly perched atop him, her long mane of hair hanging down to one side like a curtain. She smiled softly down at him, taking in the sight. As he had so recently done, she bent down to him and sought out a place for her next bite, taking her time and leaving tiny dots of wetness on his chest and stomach as she kissed her way downwards.
There was a short pause as she reached his hips. Where to go from there was a little bit of a conundrum. To smooth her hand over the length of his erection was tempting, but at the same time if she did she knew she would never finish her little exploration by doing that. So instead she passed it by, offering up just the briefest of soft kisses on one side of his shaft, a promise to return in a few moments.
Kneeling at the opposite end of the couch now, Ysabel placed a soft kiss at the back of Ambrose's right knee, working her way up to the inside of his thigh. Her hands softly traversed over his hips as she moved to the opposite side and pressed another soft kiss to the inside of his scarred left thigh.
The idea occurred to her then. Maybe he would understand, if the message was clear. Bearing that in mind, she looked at him from where she was, meeting his eyes solidly and feeling slightly shy as she lowered her head once more and bit gently into the tanned flesh of the remainder of his left leg.
It was easier than she thought, as Ambrose was apparently disinclined to be stubborn at that moment. Ysabel found herself pleasantly perched atop him, her long mane of hair hanging down to one side like a curtain. She smiled softly down at him, taking in the sight. As he had so recently done, she bent down to him and sought out a place for her next bite, taking her time and leaving tiny dots of wetness on his chest and stomach as she kissed her way downwards.
There was a short pause as she reached his hips. Where to go from there was a little bit of a conundrum. To smooth her hand over the length of his erection was tempting, but at the same time if she did she knew she would never finish her little exploration by doing that. So instead she passed it by, offering up just the briefest of soft kisses on one side of his shaft, a promise to return in a few moments.
Kneeling at the opposite end of the couch now, Ysabel placed a soft kiss at the back of Ambrose's right knee, working her way up to the inside of his thigh. Her hands softly traversed over his hips as she moved to the opposite side and pressed another soft kiss to the inside of his scarred left thigh.
The idea occurred to her then. Maybe he would understand, if the message was clear. Bearing that in mind, she looked at him from where she was, meeting his eyes solidly and feeling slightly shy as she lowered her head once more and bit gently into the tanned flesh of the remainder of his left leg.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Sound, not much but it was music to his ears. She was a remarkably quite, there had been brief snippets of sound, most of his name, soft words he hadn't really understood; what ever it was, it was a reward for him.
He was utterly surprised to be rolled on to his back. It was the first time he could ever remember, hell ever think of that he didn't mind his weakness being taken advantage of and probably the only person he wouldn't have to kill for doing it was now on top of him. His smile was quite boyish, almost innocent, an odd expression for such a time, as he reached up to smooth some hair back behind Belle's ear so he could better see her.
Forcing himself to lay still as she tasted him was proving extremely difficult. He was doing quite well until she lightly kissed his erection. He would let her spend more time there, it wouldn't bother him at all.
The move to the remainder of his left thigh was unexpected. His first reaction was to try and diswayed her, to move her away. She hadn't recoiled from it but to have anyone be that close to it gave him more than a little pause. However, when she pierced the flesh there Ambrose nearly came out of his skin. Since the day he'd lost it Ambrose had experience some phantom feeling in the missing limb, it had become less common the longer he was with out it, but it still happened. In that bite though he knew exactly what was there and what wasn't and it was good.
"Damned Belle."
His voice was rought and ragged, heavy with need and some surprise but no displeasure; nothing negative at all.
He was utterly surprised to be rolled on to his back. It was the first time he could ever remember, hell ever think of that he didn't mind his weakness being taken advantage of and probably the only person he wouldn't have to kill for doing it was now on top of him. His smile was quite boyish, almost innocent, an odd expression for such a time, as he reached up to smooth some hair back behind Belle's ear so he could better see her.
Forcing himself to lay still as she tasted him was proving extremely difficult. He was doing quite well until she lightly kissed his erection. He would let her spend more time there, it wouldn't bother him at all.
The move to the remainder of his left thigh was unexpected. His first reaction was to try and diswayed her, to move her away. She hadn't recoiled from it but to have anyone be that close to it gave him more than a little pause. However, when she pierced the flesh there Ambrose nearly came out of his skin. Since the day he'd lost it Ambrose had experience some phantom feeling in the missing limb, it had become less common the longer he was with out it, but it still happened. In that bite though he knew exactly what was there and what wasn't and it was good.
"Damned Belle."
His voice was rought and ragged, heavy with need and some surprise but no displeasure; nothing negative at all.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel took her time; it was important to her that Ambrose understand she wanted him exactly the way he was, and there was nothing of his she would add or remove if she could. When she heard his ragged voice she pulled back and sucked lightly at each little puncture until they closed, then resumed her upward journey with a row of kisses up the inside of his thigh, lingering at the warm pit of his groin.
Making good on her unspoken promise of a few minutes ago she lingered once more, stroking her tongue up one side of his hardened shaft and making a small wet circle at the tip. Dipping her head gently, she took him partway in, closed her lips and pressured gently, then slid away once more.
By now the teasing had lingered on for far longer than she could stand, and if Ambrose's behavior was any indication, he was lingering around the edge of insanity as well. Her lips making a quck trek back north, Ysabel caressed and nibbled her way back up until she straddled him. Poised above him, looking down into his blissful face with a trusting expression of her own, she took each of his hands and placed them on her waist for him to guide her home, whichever way seemed most fitting to him, most pleasant, most appropriate.
"Ambrose," she whispered softly, in a voice tight with desire. "Please. Finish what we've begun."
She gazed at him with an expression of mingled desire and joy. She didn't mean the simple act of lovemaking alone, but also the possession that had started so easily with one brief bite and was rapidly expanding to become something far deeper and far more fierce. She had not a doubt in her mind that by the end of this night she would belong to someone else.
Ysabel had spent her life being handed from male to male, husband to husband. It was her trade, her way of life. It was ironic to her that now that she was free to pick and choose and take her pleasure where she willed, she was knowingly entering into a similar bargain. Only this time, she wished it more than anything.
Making good on her unspoken promise of a few minutes ago she lingered once more, stroking her tongue up one side of his hardened shaft and making a small wet circle at the tip. Dipping her head gently, she took him partway in, closed her lips and pressured gently, then slid away once more.
By now the teasing had lingered on for far longer than she could stand, and if Ambrose's behavior was any indication, he was lingering around the edge of insanity as well. Her lips making a quck trek back north, Ysabel caressed and nibbled her way back up until she straddled him. Poised above him, looking down into his blissful face with a trusting expression of her own, she took each of his hands and placed them on her waist for him to guide her home, whichever way seemed most fitting to him, most pleasant, most appropriate.
"Ambrose," she whispered softly, in a voice tight with desire. "Please. Finish what we've begun."
She gazed at him with an expression of mingled desire and joy. She didn't mean the simple act of lovemaking alone, but also the possession that had started so easily with one brief bite and was rapidly expanding to become something far deeper and far more fierce. She had not a doubt in her mind that by the end of this night she would belong to someone else.
Ysabel had spent her life being handed from male to male, husband to husband. It was her trade, her way of life. It was ironic to her that now that she was free to pick and choose and take her pleasure where she willed, she was knowingly entering into a similar bargain. Only this time, she wished it more than anything.
Ambrose
18 years ago
She was no ghost, this was no illusion and the longer she sucked at the large artery in his thigh the more aroused he became.. It was an amazing sensation, one he couldn't put words to, maybe he could later when his head cleared from the effects but no right now.
As she turned her attention to other parts of his anatomy he reached down to bury his hands in her hair. But it was the trusting sweet expression he saw as Belle looked down at him as she moved to finish things that he would remember for a very long time. Her voice was sweet yet husky, like raw silk. For a brief moment he wondered if he had earned that trust, if he'd wind up disappointing her. However, Ambrose refused to let that idea stay in his head at all, she was his now. Since his turning he'd never even considered something like this, but now it seemed right.
In response to her plea he again rolled them so he was on top of her. Careful balance and years of coping were rewarded, he paused briefly slightly perplexed by an unexpected phenomenon, but he was too intent on his goal to give it much thought and thrust into her with a fast, steady and aggressive passion. As he reached his climax Ambrose again bit her neck, the opposite side from his first bite. Unlike his previous bites this one was hard, nearly demanding. Not only was it possessive, but it was a commitment to her. Feeling orgasm slam into him Ambrose finally collapsed, satisfied and satiated in every way.
As she turned her attention to other parts of his anatomy he reached down to bury his hands in her hair. But it was the trusting sweet expression he saw as Belle looked down at him as she moved to finish things that he would remember for a very long time. Her voice was sweet yet husky, like raw silk. For a brief moment he wondered if he had earned that trust, if he'd wind up disappointing her. However, Ambrose refused to let that idea stay in his head at all, she was his now. Since his turning he'd never even considered something like this, but now it seemed right.
In response to her plea he again rolled them so he was on top of her. Careful balance and years of coping were rewarded, he paused briefly slightly perplexed by an unexpected phenomenon, but he was too intent on his goal to give it much thought and thrust into her with a fast, steady and aggressive passion. As he reached his climax Ambrose again bit her neck, the opposite side from his first bite. Unlike his previous bites this one was hard, nearly demanding. Not only was it possessive, but it was a commitment to her. Feeling orgasm slam into him Ambrose finally collapsed, satisfied and satiated in every way.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel gave a soft cry when Ambrose rolled her over and entered her in one fluid movement, in a rather impressive display of agility. Her arms immediately went around his waist and she knew she'd been right in figuring that they were both about ready to explode. She raised her hips to meet each fierce lunge, not at all surprised or put off by the aggression or the speed at which they raced toward release.
As Ambrose descended hungrily upon her neck once more, Ysabel dug her fingernails into his back with a little moan. His bite was her undoing, and as he climaxed inside her the combined sensations pushed her over the edge as well and she pressed up to him with a gasp as wave after wave of delight coursed through her own body.
She lay there panting, holding Ambrose tightly against her breast, paying attention to nothing for the moment but the sounds of their mingled breathing and the scents of their joined bodies. As before, she nearly purred with delight under the weight of his body, pressing her into the cushions but feeling so good and so natural she didn't want him to move. Ysabel's hands traced idle patterns over Ambrose's back, unconsciously, tenderly, rubbing muscles that had been so tense with passion just a few moments ago.
There was nowhere in the world she would rather have been at that moment; not in her own suite, not back in England with her family, not even back in the condo with Dayle. Those thoughts might have been slightly unfaithful of her, but Ysabel pushed them away. It wasn't just her body that had been given willingly tonight. She was Ambrose's in every way, heart and soul, and for all she cared he could lie there with her until the end of the world came as long as they could just hold each other.
As Ambrose descended hungrily upon her neck once more, Ysabel dug her fingernails into his back with a little moan. His bite was her undoing, and as he climaxed inside her the combined sensations pushed her over the edge as well and she pressed up to him with a gasp as wave after wave of delight coursed through her own body.
She lay there panting, holding Ambrose tightly against her breast, paying attention to nothing for the moment but the sounds of their mingled breathing and the scents of their joined bodies. As before, she nearly purred with delight under the weight of his body, pressing her into the cushions but feeling so good and so natural she didn't want him to move. Ysabel's hands traced idle patterns over Ambrose's back, unconsciously, tenderly, rubbing muscles that had been so tense with passion just a few moments ago.
There was nowhere in the world she would rather have been at that moment; not in her own suite, not back in England with her family, not even back in the condo with Dayle. Those thoughts might have been slightly unfaithful of her, but Ysabel pushed them away. It wasn't just her body that had been given willingly tonight. She was Ambrose's in every way, heart and soul, and for all she cared he could lie there with her until the end of the world came as long as they could just hold each other.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Her fingernails were sharp as she held tight to him and he loved the feeling. It contrasted very sharply, as it were, with the gentle tracing she drew on his back. The closeness of that moment caused him to smile, which was one of the few things he could still do reliably the rest of his body felt languid and relaxed.
Technically Belle didn't -need- to breath, neither did he, but it was a courtesy Ambrose through she might appreciate and so rolled off her so he was beside her rather than on top of her. Even with the change of position he still held her. Hunting in the garden that night had more rewards than he could have anticipated.
"Too bad you didn't start unpacking around here sooner."
While he was teasing, there was a seriousness to it. If he had known who she was sooner it would have changed a few things. But then again maybe it was better, to get to know her while at the same time completely misjudging her. Ambrose lightly stroked her arm while considering this point.
Technically Belle didn't -need- to breath, neither did he, but it was a courtesy Ambrose through she might appreciate and so rolled off her so he was beside her rather than on top of her. Even with the change of position he still held her. Hunting in the garden that night had more rewards than he could have anticipated.
"Too bad you didn't start unpacking around here sooner."
While he was teasing, there was a seriousness to it. If he had known who she was sooner it would have changed a few things. But then again maybe it was better, to get to know her while at the same time completely misjudging her. Ambrose lightly stroked her arm while considering this point.
Ysabel
18 years ago
If dying were possible, Ysabel would gladly have done so right there. Ambrose's body remained warm and comfortable alongside hers and she snuggled into his arms, smiling slowly at the way she fit against him. She pressed her cheek against his chest and sighed happily, tilting her head back to regard him with wide blue-grey eyes when he spoke.
The dim light reflected in his eyes, and she noticed they seemed to sparkle with an almost golden hue when the light caught them just right.
"I've barely started, Amber."
Her words were soft and a bit shy, ironic considering what they'd just shared, but she wasn't sure how he'd take to he nickname that popped into her head. He called her Belle, though, and it only seemed fitting to have a name for him in return, something that was just between the two of them when they were alone together like this.
As for the content, she thought he was teasing her but at the same time it was almost a question. She simply answered honestly, uncertain of which it was and afraid to read to much into it.
The dim light reflected in his eyes, and she noticed they seemed to sparkle with an almost golden hue when the light caught them just right.
"I've barely started, Amber."
Her words were soft and a bit shy, ironic considering what they'd just shared, but she wasn't sure how he'd take to he nickname that popped into her head. He called her Belle, though, and it only seemed fitting to have a name for him in return, something that was just between the two of them when they were alone together like this.
As for the content, she thought he was teasing her but at the same time it was almost a question. She simply answered honestly, uncertain of which it was and afraid to read to much into it.