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The vampire and his exhausted mortal lolled in sweet silence for a moment, relishing their own nakedness, with the only sound deriving from the heavy blasts of breath bursting from Arianna's parted lips. Harkon was humorously pleased to hear the constant, quick, heavy beating of the girl's lusting heart, but strangely enough, even his thudded against his chest. Had that happened before? He had taken several mortals to bed in his time, but he never recalled his heart… beating in such a manner…

Groaning seductively as he turned, Harkon shuffled closer to Arianna; tenderly pecking her shoulder blade, as she lay there, broodingly observing the grey stone of the ceiling. After a few more encouraging kisses, she turned her head, to look upon the vampire lord whom she had willingly given herself to. Still, as she rested on the bed beside him, regaining control of her breathing, she pondered if it was unwise to do such a thing.

"You have blood on your lips," Arianna sighed, with the cock of her eyebrow.

"And you have it on your neck," he purred in a flirtatious, alluring manner; snapping the droplet of blood from his lip with the flick of his finger, and pushing the blood stained fingertip into his mouth, to lick and suck every last delicious drop from his skin. "I apologise," he droned with a snicker, toying with Arianna's red hair, and tenderly twisting the strand in his fingers, "I'm not normally messy, I guess, you must have made me lose my control."

"Perhaps."

His lips smacked onto her skin, sucking and nipping lightly on her bare neck with his hand snaking across her waist. With an easy tug, he gently pulled her to him, with shushed moans humming in Arianna's throat as Harkon's tongue toyed with her skin. His body shoved her slightly, so that slowly, she would start to roll onto her stomach.

"No!" she suddenly screamed out, shuffling away, with her body falling and staying on her back.

Harkon glared at her with confusion. He grinned, tilting his head as he chuckled, "what is the matter? Something you don't want me to see?"

"Perhaps," she murmured timidly.

Harkon squinted his eyes, analysing the concealment washing across her anxious face. There was almost any element of pain glowing within her vivid, glassy eyes…

He took Arianna softly by the chin, gently rotating her head so that she could look upon him. By this time, a tear had spluttered out from her eyelid, and rolled carelessly down her cheek. "My dear," he soothed, his golden voice melting her core as he spoke, "you shouldn't hide from me."

"It's just a mark," Arianna stuttered, with more stray tears spilling out from her stinging eyes.

"A mark?" he retorted, with the lift of his eyebrow; smearing her crystal tears away with the stroke of his thumb. A chuckle silently slipped off from his tongue; his lip curling into a smile; with a gleam of white, sparking from his immaculate teeth that he vaguely displayed, "And where is this mark? Are you effortlessly concealing it with your hair?"

"It's not normally easy to conceal…" she murmured gloomy, swallowing the sniffles that attempted to erupt from her.

"How disreputable! I hope it's not harmful," he teased with a coquettish grin.

"Not anymore."

"Curious, I am intrigued."

"You shouldn't be," she sighed, flicking her eyes down to peer at the bed sheets, "you would probably find it grotesque, and shameful..."

A gasp spurted from Arianna's scarlet lips as Harkon suddenly, and abruptly yanked her upwards, so that she was sitting up; crashing against his bare torso. Her palm collided against his robust, and impeccable chest, with her fingertips probing at the small muster of dark hairs between his firm breasts. "In fact," he whispered seductively, with each letter pronounced perfectly and beautifully; sending a wave of shivers to scuttle down Arianna's spine. "I like girl's who bare a few scars to their body," as he whispered his gilded words, his mouth swept from her shoulder to her neck, with his facial hair pricking and tickling her skin as he nestled his mouth deeper into her. He continued, brushing his head up to her ear, occasionally nipping at her lobe as his honeyed words flowed into her ears, like strings of liquid silk, "it adds character; depth. It shows me your inviolable, venomous nature, which is, exceptionally … arousing."

"You know your way with words," she rigidly responded, between ragged pants of breath that ruptured from her mouth in stimulating gasps of hot air. A thin smirk broke across Harkon's face as his lips pecked tenderly into Arianna's neck with a blazing, deep passion; her moist skin flaring with a sensual heat, with her pulsating fiery hot veins throbbing against the sensual pressure of Harkon's lip.

"Are you really going to hide yourself from me?" he whispered calmly into her ear, in stimulating, shushed hisses that dripped with the searing poison of perilous passion.

Her glowing eyes timidly drifted up to gape into the glowing, red orbs he beautifully bore. Never had she felt an element of timidity or vigilant hesitation around a man. His burning eyes, the sculptured face; the fiery presence of his sinful being, triggered a completely new, and alien feeling to mask her body. Apprehension, such like the foreign, staggering emotions of a naive adolescent, decorated her skin in knots of vexing shivers. What was this? An un-ruling sensation that sparked so much heated flame within her! A desirous taste that overwhelmed her tongue and flooded her mouth! A dangerous craving for the touch of his skin – a craving which she should have never allowed to take over her!

"I hardly know you," she finally answered – shaking with ingenuous shyness; with muffled sobs throttling her breath. "This is wrong."

Arianna flashed her eyes downwards as Harkon slickly ran his fingers through her hair; moulding her delicate, warm face with the tender press of his hardened fingertips. "This was wrong," she mumbled, chewing recklessly on her bottom lip as the delicate scratch of Harkon's facial hair prickled the skin on her neck.

"If you see it as wrong, or not," he whispered down her neck; his drifting breath triggering her whole body to quiver against him, with muffled moans shuddering silently in her throat. He continued; his teeth harmlessly scuffing against her velvet skin, "you still committed the act, which you perceive as so horrid; so sinfully wrong. Perhaps, doing the right thing, is not something for you to stage, little lamb. Perhaps doing the wrong thing, is what brings that passion within you, ablaze…"

"Stop!" she protested, shoving Harkon away from her brusquely. Without thought, she scanned down to look upon herself; mortification and brash feelings of indignity hit her, forming in her startled face in glowing red blotches in her cheeks. A soundless burst of laughter ruptured in Harkon's throat, as he watched the blushing mortal quickly snatch a heavy hand of the quilt beneath her; frantically pressing the sheets up to her body, and holding them there sternly with a humorous look of shame flushing across her pink face. "I don't want to play your games anymore!" she cried, hugging the sheets to her chest with her chin nestling into the fabric.

"Oh, little lamb," he teased, "did I wear you out?"

Harkon gave an impulsive, coquettish grin, snappishly thrusting his arm towards her; seizing the sheets roughly in his grasp and towing them away swiftly, with his body lunging onto Arianna as she fell to her back.

The silk sheets glued to her clammy skin – poking at her belly button, and like torturous serpents they wrapped around her thighs, penetrating the bottom of her stomach with its rough silk edge. Harkon perched above her, resting gently on her petite body. Her sticky limbs subconsciously curled around him. Her shapely calves emerged from the silk, and brushed against the bare skin of the vampire leaning into her ever so passionately. The thumping heart in her chest called out to him, yearning for that sinful touch. Was it so wrong to so urgently crave his touch for another time? To feel the warmth and passion of his skin, or to share the blazing echo of his gilded voice, and the explosive gasps of sensuality? Was is so immoral to perform such imprudent carnal desires with such a man? Was it so wrong to want it so badly?

Displaying his teeth for another time, Harkon bent his head to Arianna's face. With not another glance, he vigorously smashed his lips onto her own, sliding his tongue into her mouth, in her gasp of surprise – probing; tasting her hot mouth; absorbing the delectable spice of her tongue, and warming his own cooled tongue against hers. His hand swept up her torso; Arianna trailed her own hand up his back – tracing her lenient, soft fingertips across his spine.

His body collapsed more heavily onto her, with his hands snaking around her waist; his lips pecking her chest; his tongue occasionally jabbing the tip of her breast. Arianna gasped into the air – her throat, extending, like a swan, and burrowing into the pillow beneath her skull. Slowly, ever so tortuously slowly, Harkon drifted his lips up to her breast, with his tongue circling around her perked nipples. Viciously, Arianna raked her fingernails through Harkon's hair, clutching tightly onto his skull as his mouth pressed against her breast; gasps erupting from her lips with her heavy heart thumping chaotically in her throat. With her fidgeting legs drifting higher up his body, and with her pulse racing madly, Harkon sank his unsheathed fangs into her breast. One hushed cry slipped from her tongue, as his fangs pierced the delicate fragment of her flesh. In her quick moment of pain, Arianna savagely chomped her teeth against her lip, and a heavenly, hot string of blood slowly began to trickle from her plump, rouged lips.

She gasped and groaned as Harkon sipped the hot honeyed blood from her breast, lapping up any droplets that leaked from the bite-mark carved into her porcelain skin. Groans rattled in his chest, as he indulged her distinctive, and hazardously addictive flavour. Though, the vampire lord only lingered there for a moment, soon sweeping his head further up Arianna's body; tenderly taking hold of her– his hand coiling around her neck and bending it to him. With the curve of his tongue, he charmingly licked the blood off from her lip, with an erotic, passionate flick – soon shoving his mouth onto her blood drenched lips, to lap up every drop, and to drain more delectable life-fluids from her dancing tongue.

When at last he wrenched himself away, she was left without a mouthful of air – panting for breath with her chest jumping up and down wildly. He brushed his lips across her breast once again, snapping up every valued droplet; flicking her hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue before pulling away. With a theatrical, and satisfied groan, the gratified vampire lord lugged himself off from the bed; snatching his discarded pants from the floor and swiftly thrusting into them whilst Arianna lay breathless and consumed on the bed, with the thin sheets pasted to her sweaty limbs; profanely snaking around her thighs and waist.

Two quick knocks flustered the sweet silence. Arianna suddenly jumped up, ready to leap from it and rush somewhere. What if someone waltzed in? What if someone seen her… like this? But before she could move, Harkon was at her – his lips roughly pressed against her mouth; his charming touch seductively guiding her back, to lay down, as she just was, on the bed. She couldn't help but whimper pleasurably into his mouth, with her body falling heavy – as if he had cast an enthralling incantation upon her.

"Don't move," he ordered sweetly with the curl of his lip, tugging his mouth away from her, with a strong, icy look of authority glowing in his piercing eyes. Chuckling soundlessly to himself, he proceeded to calmly caper down the stone steps, leisurely sauntering towards his door – adjusting himself in his pants; securing the button and zip which held the fabric on his waist, as he walked.

Arianna felt compelled to do what he instructed. The thought of moving an inch gave her shivers. It was peculiar, as he did not beacon the order in a harsh or alarming way. It was, in fact, wreathed with golden silk, shaking with passion and seduction. With the alluring flick of his tongue, he had shed a spell on her, and now she felt constrained to stay completely still – frozen like ice. She lay unmoving, like stone, with the corner of the silk sheets draping daintily over parts of her leg – dimly concealing her sex. Why was this? She had never took to orders so kindly before. She could move, run if she wished, but she didn't even twitch. She just listened out for him. Awaiting the moment when she would hear the enthralling echo of his footsteps delicately trample up the steps.

She didn't hear the footsteps; didn't detect the faint pat of his bare feet. She was looking up at the ceiling, focusing on any sounds that may fleet into her ears, when she felt the electric touch of his skin. A gasp ruptured from her lips, as a hand suddenly swept up her thigh – with the officious, erotic touch of his hardened fingertips giving her shivers.

"You haven't even moved an inch," he purred, his lip curling with amusement. His fingertips slowly brushed further up her thigh, drawing circles in her skin. Grinning to the tremors cloaking her, Harkon abruptly snatched Arianna's waist with his free hand, roughly lugging her body so that it slipped slightly underneath him. A startled blast of breath blew in his face from her parted lips. Harkon shackled his eyes onto her own, absorbing the brightness – watching the shape of them gradually grow wider; simmering with anticipation and apprehension.

"I thought it would take longer for you to submit to me so easily," he chuckled, still purring as he ran his hand up and down her leg. Arianna opened her mouth to rejoinder, but Harkon quickly silenced her with the force of his lips burying into her own.

He pulled away, flicking his tongue across her scarlet lips as he purred, "now, how about something to eat?"

"I d…"

Silencing her again, Harkon gently smacked his thumb on Arianna's lip, brushing his thumb down her and probing at her mouth. "Tut tut, don't speak" he scolded roguishly, "it was not a suggestion." Humming seductively, he irresistibly brushed his head suggestively up her neck, the prickles of his facial hair making her quake, with the sharpness of his light kisses making her heart race. Stopping at her ear, he whispered coquettishly, all the time making it hard for Arianna's eyes not to roll to the back of her head. "Now," he purred, nipping at her ear lobe with the edge of his teeth, "you're not going to go anywhere are you?" He took note to how she gnawed onto her lip, with her heels digging impulsively into the mattress. With a playful grin, he continued, never ceasing to give her shivers, "just know, if you go prying, I will find out. I'm sure you do not want to know the consequences?"

Burying his lips into her one last time – swooning her with his blazing sensuality – he whispered, "you are mine." With not one other murmur, he was gone. Leaving as swift as he came; leaving Arianna alone and breathless on the bed – still frozen from his sensual commands. Despite the faint hint of seriousness in his tone, she did not feel threatened. What would he do? What could he do to frighten her?

She lay there for a moment, toying with the silk quilt she had tugged to her chest, letting the contemplations flood her head. You are mine. You are mine? What did he mean by that? Arianna brought her eyebrows together and snarled, twisting and pursing her lips as the maddening notion burrowed deeper and deeper into her skull. You are mine? Was he serious? The more the thought scurried across her brain, the more annoyance and ire bubbled up inside of her. Who did he think he was? Did he expect her to be his? Was she an object? In frustration, with her fist smashing down viciously onto the bed, Arianna leapt up from it – holding the silk sheets around her as if it was a poorly made, but delectable soft, dress that trailed awkwardly down her leg. Anger was clearly splattered across her distorting face as she angrily paced up and down the floor, furiously smashing her bare heel violently into the floor as she flounced up and down heatedly.

Furiously puffing out a blast of breath from her lips, Arianna hastily bent down and roughly scooped up her tunic and cotton shorts. Only until now had she realised that she had been given clothes suitable for a prisoner. Arianna rolled her eyes, tossing the quilt on the bed once the clothes fitted snuggly around her body. She knew what that meant for her. Harkon wasn't going to let her leave anytime soon…

The rumbling of Arianna's stomach was becoming a bother. Whenever the air was still and her mind got a chance to wander, the brash growl from her stomach disturbed her. The painful tug of emptiness grinding in her gut didn't help either. The idea of food was swarming in her head. Her mouth watered to the thought of a tender loaf of warm bread beside a hot bowl of stew. She sighed, slumping her shoulders; leaning sloppily on the balcony as she imagined the delectable taste of juniper wine, or honeyed mead.

Where was he? Raking her fingers through a knotted cluster of her red hair, Arianna proceeded on fulfilling her boredom – by snooping. But she couldn't possibly go prying, could she? The reckless mortal snorted under her breath, probing at furniture and throwing her head in wardrobes and draws. Nothing. He was a vampire! Not just a vampire, a vampire lord! How could he have nothing of interest in his chambers?

Letting a tangled veil of hair fall messily over her face, Arianna let out another sigh and looked cautiously to the room, in which she had saw the coffin. With just a glimpse, she grew cold, as if the icy claws of cruel winter and ensnared her maliciously, there and then.

Slowly, she apprehensively crept over to the door, reluctantly extending her arm to reach for it. Arianna shook her head, snapping back her arm and shaking away the shivers that tried to scuttle up her flesh. "Nope," she sighed to herself, slamming her body onto the wall beside the door. Yet, curiosity consumed her nonetheless. What could go wrong? It's just a room. As she stood there, folding her arms tightly over her chest, slowly, her eyes began to drift towards the door, analysing the old wood and the wilting frame. Quickly snapping her head behind her to check for any lurking vampires – a specific vampire lord in particular – Arianna, without letting anymore thought consume her, quickly plunged inside.

She braced herself for a blast of cold to smash against her, but nothing of the sort happened. To her surprise, unlike the last time, no change in temperature startled her. But still, when glimpsing at the daunting coffin at the back, she grew restless, with a wave of shivers makes her tremble. Though this time, to her despair, the door was open, revealing the shady, sinister insides, draped with a red and black slick bed liner, with trimmings of royal gold around the edges. Arianna had to quickly pull her glance away from it to avoid the veil of shudders submerging her.

It was empty. Inadequately empty. Was this it? Arianna looked around, determined to catch a glimpse of something of value and worth consideration. Nothing. Nothing but an empty coffin, a flaming gothic brazier, a tall wooden dresser and a bloody wilting table, submerged with goblets and one singular mead barrel. Nothing.

Despite Arianna being convinced that nothing of interest was in this room, she still found herself lingering inside, soon to gingerly slink over the tall, thin dresser to take a peep. When the grand, varnished door swung open, a look of confusion splashed across her frowning face. It was bare. With nothing but a blank of red wood to greet her. That couldn't possibly be it? Why would a vampire have something so pointless in a room that is enclosed to everyone?

She was not convinced. There had to be something! Drawing her hand into a gentle fist and waving it beside the wooden back of the wardrobe, she knocked her knuckled against it lightly. Nothing. She tried again, and again. Moving her position slightly each time. "Come on!" she found spitting out as her fist continued to tap the wood, and finally, something called out to her. Hollow wood. She knew the sound perfectly. A triumph grin stretched to her cheeks; her fingertips slipping into the tiny edges of the wood. It didn't take much effort; soon enough, Arianna managed to haul the wooden slap to the left, exposing what secrets were so cunningly concealed inside.

"Is there nothing that can hinder your prying eyes?" a voice hissed, bouncing with humour.

Arianna knew immediately who it was, falling backwards and gasping when the gilded, husky voice registered in her brain. "I wasn't doing anything!" she blurted out in panic, instantly grimacing at her pitiful, childish accuse of a rejoinder.

"Wasn't you?" the vampire lord teased sardonically, intimidating Arianna slightly as he calmly walked over to her. His glance wandered to the opened dresser when he reached her, small, discreet chuckles bouncing in his throat before his glance drifted back to Arianna, who was glaring at her toes – unwilling to look up; shrouded with unrest. "Didn't I tell you to stay put, and not go anywhere?"

Arianna let out a sigh, craning her neck to look up at Harkon, who was closer to her than she initially thought – perching over her like a protective, predatory beast. "Well, it was more of a question than a command," she smartly scoffed; a glow of smug satisfaction flushing in her pink cheeks.

Her witty response struck Harkon with surprise. It made her, to him, much more of a curious individual. No one would ever dare to speak to him in such a way. What drove this mortal to come out with such a perilous response? Still astonished, and secretly quite entertained, the vampire lord lifted his eyebrow, unsure whether to allow a chuckle to break the silence. No. This time he just watched, studying her face, waiting for her to grow uneasy with his piercing glare.

Arianna spoke first, speaking quite abruptly with a severe tone, which again, only amused him, "wasn't expecting that, was you? You can't threaten me."

Did she think this was smart? Harkon chuckled, roughly grasping the back of Arianna's neck, causing a stifled squeal to erupt from her lips as he dragged her head closer to him. There's was something about the fire within her, something enchanting; something desirable. Her spite and confidence would be disappointing to go to waste. Perhaps, he could use it…

"You never did tell me what sparks your hatred for vampires," Harkon chuckled, bowing his head closer to hers, smiling with maliciousness as he looked up into her vivid, multi-coloured eyes.

"It's a more sensible approach," she chocked, gritting her teeth and avoiding contact with his stare.

"Oh really? So, your idea of jumping into bed with a dangerous vampire lord, is a sensible approach?"

Arianna grew quiet. He was right. When was jumping into bed with a vampire, more importantly, a vampire lord, the sensible thing to do? Had she forgotten her values? Had she thrown away her antipathies and torments? What made her do it? Why did she want to do it so badly? Why did she want him, a dangerous, impulsive vampire lord, so desperately?

Not moving away from Arianna, Harkon reached out his arm, shoving the dresser door shut with the push of his palm. It creaked, with the faint slam making Arianna jump with discomfort. For the first time in her life, she felt submissive - submissive and powerless. Harkon never demanded her, she offered herself to him freely, and now he had control over her. He had branded her with the stinging mark of his teeth – carved a piece of himself more than once into her flesh. Not only had he taken her blood, but taken her body too. With him, she had even lost her mind. Obedient! She had never been submissive, or bent to someone's demands or desires without fight! What was it that made it so easy for her to become his little puppet?

But there was something about him. Perhaps it was the glow in his eyes? His seductive words or his golden voice, flowing with passion? Maybe he was right. Doing the "right thing" was not something for her. She could hardly recall ever doing the right, or expected thing. There was always something which made her different, kept her deviant or wild. Maybe it was in her blood? Maybe it sparked her anger, and fight? Maybe it triggered these unruly, lustful desires to surge from her flesh? Maybe it was the cause for attraction towards this vampire? Arianna thought for a moment, holding her breath; growing tense and rigid. Attraction? It was obvious from the start that she found this man, this vampire, attractive and alluring, but she had never truly admitted it to herself! Why? It suddenly hit her, like a spark of searing flame that had up until now shone dimly. Why should her carnal desires for this vampire lord, for Harkon, be something shameful or wrong? Yes, in a lot of aspects it was terribly wrong, but she had being responsible for a lot of wrong throughout her life. Here, there was no one to judge and oppress her. If she embraced it, accepted the craving in her lusting heart, would that be so terrible, and so harmful?

With a strong assertion growing in her eyes, Arianna peered up to glare at Harkon. She felt an intense level of certainty and liveliness brewing deep within her, erupting like a raging storm inside her. Only now, when her hands sternly clasped onto Harkon's shirt, twisting a clump of it in her fists, did she realise that he was fully clothed. Harkon, once again, was overwhelmed with the spur of shock, as Arianna threw her lips onto his mouth, pressing against him with a stern force and passion. She balanced on her tiptoes, keenly rushing her tongue into her mouth, almost grinning as she felt the light pressure of hands grip her back.

He guided her out of the room, not once pulling his lips away from her, slamming the door shut with the kick of his foot when the warmth of his open chambers caressed their skin. When he did pull away, a disappointed whimper broke from Arianna lips, with her head reluctant to move away from his. Harkon chuckled, trailing his finger delicately down her cheek.

"Would you like to eat?" he purred calmly, still stroking her soft skin.

Arianna kept her eyes closed, embracing the tenderness of his touch. With a sigh, she calmly inquired, smiling gleefully as she spoke, "is that a command?"

Harkon laughed, trailing is finger down to her neck; following the shape of her collar bone, "no," he chuckled, "It's your last request."