"Mmm," her words muffled against his shoulder. Her tongue drifted over the cuts and scattered bite marks along his body, sealing them shut and allowing them to heal at an almost Vampiric rate. She still felt him shiver, however, and turned his head towards her, cupping his cheek in her hand. "What is wrong?" she asked. Had someone who knew her not known better, they might've thought she sounded concerned.
Annalette lowered her head to press a gentle but deep kiss on his lips. She didn't feel the cold Mason felt, seeing as such things as too cold no longer existed in her Vampire senses.
"Ma-" Annalette cut herself short, realising that he hadn't yet told her his name. Not that he had to, seeing as she'd known who he was long before he arrived in the mansion. After all, she'd seen him when Sarah died and a few times before and after that. Sometimes the sheer number of lives and people she remembered made it difficult to function. Sometimes she forgot who she was, the memories convulsing and bleeding into one mess of abstract colour. Still, she wanted Mason to choose to tell her his name.
She stared down at him, her eyes no longer a blazing crimson but a pale, almost colourless blue. Her fingers memorised his face with her eyes. He was startlingly handsome for a human and she found herself curious to see how beautiful he would be as an immortal. She felt as if she'd been shocked then, as she remembered how she came to be a Vampire herself. A band of Vampires had grown obsessed with the whore they paid to taste but they wished for more. They were curious to see what the already breathtaking beauty would become with the attractiveness that came with immortality and so they stole her humanity.
Emerald's eyes widened as she was startled by an abrupt kiss. She pushed against Chase's chest but it might as well have been carved of stone. Although, it might very well be carved of hard muscle. Yet as she pushed she felt her limbs weaken at the kiss. He tasted... Breathtaking. A mix of everything she loved and what might've been Heaven's clouds. She clutched the front of his shirt and pulled him towards her even as she whimpered in what might have been fear or desire.
"What are you doing?" she yelled. Or tried to, anyway. Instead it came out as a whimper. Emerald pulled herself away, her dilated pupils staring into Chase's warm brown eyes. Eyes that seemed so sincere, kind and caring, but she knew better. "Don't," she whispered, even as she leaned forward to steal another deeper, more desperate kiss from Chase.
"Don't," she mumbled against his lips, even as she unclasped the buttons of his shirt. What on earth was she doing? She was a virgin and she'd had one boyfriend her entire life, and that was in primary school where they lasted all of half an hour. Yet Chase was like a magnet or fine wine to an alcoholic. She craved him like lungs craved air. She pulled him closer, her brows furrowed in fury - for herself or him? - even as her tongue fought with his. Her hands trembled and she pulled them away, only to find in the next moment they were caught in his surprisingly soft hair.