Quick note: This chapter is definitely rated M. You've been warned!

There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other, and the look in his eyes made her breath catch. She almost thought he was going to turn her down again, when he finally let out a defeated groan and pulled her even closer. The soft curves of her body pressed close to the hard, lean planes of his. One of his hands came up to cup the back of her head, and before she knew it his lips were against hers. Roughly, possessively.

She moaned then, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders for support. He wasn't gentle with her, but she didn't need him to be. The feeling of him so close was exhilarating and exciting all at once. With the arm around her back he pulled her further against him, which made her let out an involuntary whimper. Her broken rib was not enjoying being squeezed, and her sore, bruised body was complaining as well.

Alucard promptly stopped kissing her and loosened his grip. His scarlet eyes were impossibly dark, but he seemed to be reeling in his desire. Integra felt disappointed, that hadn't even been a proper kiss. Just their lips meeting. She wanted more. So much more.

"You're not really up for this," Alucard said, his voice hoarse.

"But I want to," Integra said, her hands kneading his shoulders. Her admission made him chuckle.

"Trust me," he mumbled. "I would do wicked, delicious things to you…"

Integra's body was humming with need. She just wanted him to keep touching her. To kiss her, properly. It seemed as if he understood. Maybe he was eavesdropping on her thoughts again. Not that she had many at that moment. Mostly they were screaming that they wanted more. Of him. Of his hands and mouth on her.

Alucard's eyes sparkled darkly. "Never say I'm not one to please," he said, a teasing grin on his lips. "But, we're going to have to take things slow. I don't want to hurt you."

She nodded numbly as he let her go, making her feel bereft. His hands came up to cup her face. "Slow," he whispered, a hint of promise in his voice.

When his mouth descended on hers again, she thought she might faint. This kiss was slower, sweeter, without the need to possess her that had been so evident in the previous one. His lips brushed against hers once, twice… and then finally stopped to nibble teasingly on her lower lip. A moan slipped out of her, and Alucard took that opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth. He was still possessing her, only very slowly and with great restraint.

It felt as if her entire body was getting heavy with need, the slow strokes of his tongue making her want to rub herself against him. She let out a yelp of surprise when he suddenly grabbed onto her hips and hoisted her up, and instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. One of his hands cupped her bum for support, while the other was splayed between her shoulder blades. While still kissing her, he turned around and slowly moved back to the bed.

When he reached the edge of it, he lay her down on it, pulling her to the middle, with himself propped above her. As his mouth finally left hers, Integra couldn't help but gasp. "Please," she said, her voice breathless. "Don't stop."

Alucard showed off one of his naughty grins. "Oh, I wasn't planning to," he promised. Before she could say anything else, he bowed his head down to nibble her neck. He seemed to know exactly which spot was the most sensitive, and her entire body tingled. Her ear was next, and as he sucked and nibbled on it, one of his hands came up to grab her breast. Moving to lie propped on his side next to her, Alucard then kissed his way down from her neck and ear to her breasts.

Her breath hitched in her throat as his hot breath fanned one of her nipples. Then his tongue came out to flick it, and she thought she might faint. While gently massaging one breast with one hand, he licked and teased her nipple on the other. When he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked, Integra moaned loudly. It had been lovely when he'd touched them the other times, but this… This was wonderful.

Grabbing onto fistfuls of his dark hair, she enjoyed every moment as he sucked, nipped and licked first one nipple and then the other. When his hand slid down over her stomach she didn't even react at first, too consumed by the pleasure his tongue was evoking. But then his hand brushed over the curls on her mound, and she was suddenly sharply aware of how close he was to the one part of her that was hot and aching for his touch.

"Alucard, please…" she moaned when he didn't go further than gently resting his hand on her mound, playing lightly with the curls there.

"Shh," he mumbled. "I will get there." He slowly kissed a trail down her stomach, while scooting down in the bed.

"What are you..?" Integra asked breathlessly as he spread her thighs gently and settled between them. When she felt his breath between her legs she jerked up, lifting herself up on her elbows and stared down at him. "I don't think… That's not…" she stammered, her face flushed, while also turned on by the sight of his face poised above the junction of her thighs.

"Oh, it most definitely is," Alucard said teasingly. "Lie back down and just enjoy. Let me do this."

"Right…" Integra said, lying back down, her face burning from both embarrassment and excitement. Feeling incredibly exposed, she rested an arm over her eyes, so that at least she could pretend not to see anything.

She could hear, and feel, Alucard chuckle as he spread her legs a little wider still. He placed a few kisses along her nether lips, making her breathe deeper, anticipating his next move. He was taking his time, drawing it out by kissing and lightly nipping at her folds. Then she felt his tongue sliding slowly from the edge of her slit all the way up to her clit, flicking it lightly, and it nearly made her buck off the bed.

Alucard's hands snaked around her thighs, holding her in place, as he continued to lap at her. If she'd thought that his fingers evoked pleasure, it was nothing compared to this. Integra writhed in the bed, all but forgetting about her aching body, as Alucard tended to her. Grabbing onto fistfuls of the bedsheets, she moaned loudly, maybe his name. She wasn't even sure anymore, only able to focus on the delicious feelings he was invoking. Her body was on fire, yet she wanted more. She was climbing higher and higher, gently pushed forward by Alucard's loving, but firm, ministrations.

When he pushed first one, and then two, fingers into her wet heat while slipping her clit into his mouth and sucking gently she came apart before him. The orgasm rolled over her in waves as he rode it out with her, not leaving her with his tongue or fingers, but continuing his tender assault. Finally, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pulled his fingers out, and did one final, languid stroke of his tongue, before finally kissing her on the inside of each of her thighs.

Coming up to lie next to her, he took her in his arms and held her close. Integra was exhausted, feeling a little bit like a ragdoll, too tired to move. Every limb heavy with sated desire. Turning her around so that her back was against his chest, Alucard pulled her close, spooning her.

"So," he drawled. "How was that?"

"I'm loathe to admit it," Integra mumbled, still feeling rather worn out. "But it was amazing."

"Why loathe to admit it?"

"Because it shouldn't be you that make me feel this way." There was a petulant tone in her voice that she didn't like. "It's not right."

"No," Alucard said quietly, his mouth against her hair. "It should be only I that make you feel this way."

Should it? Integra wasn't so sure. As much as she had enjoyed this. Too much. He was a vampire. Her servant. Why couldn't she be attracted to a less complicated man? A mortal man. Not wanting to think about it, at least for the time being, she burrowed herself closer to Alucard. She felt his erection against her bum, and that's when she realised that he'd not actually had sex with her, at least not in the basic sense. Though she'd given him every opportunity to do so.

"Alucard," she said hesitantly. "What about you? Shouldn't you… Don't you want to..?"

"No."

That was it. No explanation. She frowned, then turned around in his arms to face him. His hand was still resting lightly on her hip, and she was amazed at how hot it felt against her skin. How aware she was of his every touch, no matter how simple. Looking up at his face she searched it for clues about what he was thinking, but as usual it was unreadable. His eyes were closed, and she had a moment to admire how handsome he really was with the dark lashes resting against his cheeks and the black, slashed eyebrows. Then his eyes opened and he met her gaze.

Tentatively she put her hand on his cheek. It was not something she could recall ever having done before. She rarely, if ever, touched him. He didn't complain, just continued to look at her with his unreadable, scarlet eyes. Then he surprised her by closing his eyes again, and leaning into her hand. Turning his head, he placed a soft kiss in her palm, sending tingles up along her arm. It was such a sweet gesture somehow, that she almost felt guilty for never touching him before. But she had wanted to keep things strictly between master and servant, and for good reasons. After today everything seemed very complicated.

There was something about the way he was resting his head in her palm, which made it feel as if he was relishing the simple touch even more than any of the sexual things he had done to her. It made her wonder, if perhaps he felt lonely. He was one of a kind. There were other vampires, sure, but none came close to compare to Alucard. It must be a lonely existence.

"You should rest." Alucard's voice startled her, and she guiltily pulled her hand back. "Your body is still in a sad state, and you need rest to recuperate."

She nodded, and turned around again. He moved his arm around her again, and pulled her back towards him, making her lie snug against his chest. Nuzzling against the hair at the back of her neck, he seemed to settle down for a nap.

"You do realise it's the middle of the day, right?" Integra couldn't help but ask.

"After the things I did to you, you should have no issues resting for a while," Alucard replied. "Or do I need to go again?"

"No," she said quickly, ignoring the fact that the mere suggestion had brought back the wet heat between her thighs.

"Then rest," Alucard suggested, his mouth still against her hair.

It felt good to have someone look out for her. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but there was something comforting about having someone else who cared. If only it had been someone else. She sighed. One day she would have to sort out her messed up feelings about Alucard, but that day wasn't today.