Chapter Forty-one He watched the elevator doors shut. Standing in the darkened hallway, Anton took a deep breath. Things had been happening so fast and furiously in the last week that he felt like he was on a roller coaster, never quite certain when the next big drop would be. He toyed with the thought of checking on Nathaniel and Lindy before going back, but immediately discounted it. He wanted to spend some time alone with his wife without the interruptions of medical personnel or family. She was sitting on her heels, chewing on the corner of her lip, when he returned to the bedroom. She gave him a small smile, looking just a little bit shy. He closed the door behind him, walked over to where she knelt, and he cupped her face in his hands as he bent to kiss her softly. She let out a soft moan against his mouth, leaning into him. Sticking close even when he pulled back to meet her gaze. "It'll be nice to sleep in our bed for a change, don't you think?" "I guess," she murmured. "But I wasn't exactly thinking of sleeping." "Really?" He said with a slow grin. "What exactly did you have in mind?" His hand slowly slid down her shoulder to stroke her arm, palm coming close to brushing against her breast. He pressed his lips to her forehead and stood there, inhaling her scent. She let her eyes slip closed, her breath coming faster. "Feeling your lips on me, first barely brushing my skin, then pressing harder, your warm mouth opening to lap at me, making even the smallest little hairs on my body stand on end. To feel your naked body pressed against mine, your muscles moving beneath my hands, the heat of your touch, the sweat on your skin. I can almost smell you now." She shivered against him, gripping his shoulders tightly. "To feel you moving inside of me, filling and stretching me, gliding so smoothly in and out, teasing me, pleasuring me...making me wish the moment could last forever..." Anton shivered, his hand convulsively tightening on her arm. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, nudging her lips open with his tongue. His hands slid down her back to cradle her ass. "What do you want me to do, Bryn? What fantasy do you want me to fulfill?" Her lips brushing against his, she said, "All of them, Anton. Every single one for the rest of my life." She opened her eyes, her pupils heavily dilated as she stared at him. "I want...I want to watch you. With the rest of the blood. I want to see your beautiful face when your eyes change and your fangs...I want to kiss you and be able to taste it in my mouth. I want to taste what gives you life, Anton. And then I want you to fill me with that life, over and over again." She touched his lips with shaking fingers, trembling with need. "Will you do that for me?" Anton stood there, trembling from the images her words evoked. His lips parted so he could lap at the fingers stroking him. "Is that what you want, Bryn?" he whispered. "Yes." "Okay." Walking out to the kitchen, Anton pulled out the two remaining units of blood that Anne had brought over from the refrigerator. He went back to the bedroom where Bryn was waiting, he pulled her back into his arms. Teasingly, he kissed at her lips lightly before moving to lap at the scar on her neck. When he had her squirming in anticipation, he pulled back, lifting the ampoule. Looking into her eyes, he let the hunger that he normally kept strongly in check rise to the surface. His eyes flickered, glowing almost amber. When his lips parted, his fangs were fully extended. She let out a small cry, shuddering with desire. She squirmed against him, wanting to touch him but not sure she should. Then again, he'd once said he'd never attack her. Sliding her hands up his torso, she let them rest on his chest as she leaned closer, stretching up to reach his mouth, letting out a moan as she ran the tip of her tongue over the sharp points of his fangs. He kissed her back, fighting the urge to nip at her lips. If he tasted her blood, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself. Pulling back from her mouth, he raised the ampoule to his mouth and bit down, filling his mouth with the rich taste. She watched him closely, still leaning against his chest, listening to the soft rumbling growl that came from his throat as he drank. Filled with the need to touch him any way she could, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, rubbing her hands across the warm flesh of his chest, feeling his nipples beneath her fingers. She lapped at him, placing sucking kisses across his collarbones, tickling his Adam's apple with her tongue, finally pressing her lips against his throat to feel every strong swallow he took. Emptying the first ampoule, he grabbed the second and punctured it. He drank from this one a little slower, eyes hooded from both satiation and arousal. He could feel Bryn's lips pressed to his neck, her tight nipples against his chest. He could feel every shift of her body as if they were naked. Tossing away the empty bag, Anton took her face in his hands and kissed her, pushing his tongue into mouth. Her body seemed to spasm against him as she caught the first taste in her mouth. She moaned loudly, sucking on his tongue as if she wanted to swallow him whole. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled herself up tight against his body, climbing to her feet on the bed, before bracing herself and wrapping both legs around his waist. She clung to him desperately, quivering against him as he held her tightly, tasting his entire mouth with her tongue. One arm tight around her waist, he fumbled with her sweats with his other hand. He fell forward slightly onto his knees on the bed. He continued moving back, until she was braced between the headboard and his body without breaking their kiss. After getting her pants down, he pulled away from her lips only long enough to yank her shirt over her head. He was trembling as he undid his fly. Taking firm hold of her hips, he lifted her onto his groin, impaling her from below. She let out a sound in between a gasp and a cry, digging her fingers into his shoulders. She settled down onto his cock, feeling completely full and just a little bit achy. It seemed that every time she went without having him inside of her for more than a day, he felt brand n