Thread: Vampire Corpse Haven IV ~Bunny and Ducky~

Her skin was silken under his touch, heightening his senses. His fingers grazed over her reverently, passing over her in subtle gentleness as if her petite stature frightened him with its hidden fragility. Vox??s hands fell away from her as her hand rose. His emerald eyes caught fire, boring into her as her palm contacted with his finely etched cheekbone. Head whipping around, Vox attempted to swallow the growl that rumbled through his chest threateningly. An unsatisfying ache spread like molten fingertips under his skin, stinging his eyes as he turned his gaze towards her with deadly intent. His company gave a started cry at the scene. The busty blond that he had brushed aside gave a shocked gasp, her blue eyes wide.. Never had a woman laid a hand upon the man with abusive intent. A shudder ran through the company as they watched Vox turn his gaze back upon the stranger, a venomous smile twisting his features. The women at the table, assorted in their appearance, slid form their seats, slipping away from what seemed to be an upcoming conflict. Even the busty blond, who had so jealously guarded the dark man stepped away, twirling apprehensively to another corner of the room to watch from the shadows. A furry of angry words hurtled themselves towards Vox, his eyes darkening further. The sly dimple disappeared from the corner of his lips, leaving behind a tense line of rage. He began to growl a response before the woman, as if exhausted in her tantrum, collapsed. Vox??s arms, on instincts, wrapped around the tiny woman like steel. Bringing her against him as one would a child, he settled her across his warm lap, once occupied by the blond. His breath hitched slightly as she pressed her pert breasts to his chest, locking his arms around her as she clung to him. The response he had to Laetitia was immediate as he bent to breath in the forgotten fragrance of her tresses. His head dipped towards her cheek, nuzzling her porcelain neck. Hiding his expression in the expanse of her neck, he murmured his comfort. ??Laetitia, I??ve been waiting for you for the last one hundred and forty seven years. My darling kitten sweet flower?? he laved at her neck, his tongue gliding over the marks she bared possessively. Yes, he had run from his mistake and guilt for thousands of years, leaving behind his only dear possession? however, he had recently returned, hoping to find his woman waiting in the wings of the mansion. Much to his surprise, his beloved had fluttered away leaving behind a title and a large sum of money. He had taken to her house, claiming her name and wealth for his own. For years he had dreamt of her return, ached for her eternally. Fearing the emptiness the accompanied his guilt he began turning towards his usual prey. Bringing them to rapture in the bed he had shared with Laetitia. As the thoughts rushed through his mind, Vox burrowed further into her hair, escaping any questing gaze. If she knew the hunger he felt the need, the woman would wound him in vengeance. He knew well of a woman??s scorn. Bitterness clawed at his emotions, the muscles in his biceps bunching as his hold tightened. ??Woman??? He growled, ??You weren??t here!? he states, sinking his teeth into her shoulder as rejection seeped into his bones. Emotions cresting into rage he twisted her hair through his fingers, attempting to bind her further to him.