Slowly she reached forward with one hand and her fingers appeared over the top edge of the book.  Gently but firmly she pulled the book from his grasp, marked the page, and set it on the nightstand.  He looked up at her for the first time and swallowed hard at the look in her eyes.  Closing his eyes as his whole body suddenly flushed, Zarbon fought to keep all the blood from leaving his brain.

 The bed suddenly dipped as she joined him and snuggled against his side.  Opening his eyes, his looked at her again and wet his lips.  Tilting her face up, Tonya let her eyes slide shut, parting her lips slightly, and tempting her lover to make the first move.  He complied willing and kissed her, cradling the back of her head with one hand as the other pulling her closer.  Brushing her bottom lip with his tongue, he gently pressed her lips farther apart before exploring the sweet cavern beyond.

 Tonya moaned as his tongue entered her mouth and his hand gently traced a circular pattern on her back.  She responded with her own tongue, twining it with his, and suckled his with relish as her fingers laced into his loose hair.  His retreated back, coaxing hers to follow and he returned the gesture.  Breaking the kiss, Tonya pressed him back against the bed as she ran a line of wet, nibbling kisses to his ear.  He writhed beneath her as she found the sensitive spot just behind his ear and mercilessly teased it with her mouth.

 Pulling her away to end his torture, he kissed her again fiercely, and willing opened his mouth to her searching tongue.  They broke again for much needed air, both flushed and panting, and Tonya smiled down on him with half lidded eyes.  He shivered as her eyes raked up and down his face and neck as she licked her lips as though trying to decide where to begin.  She shifted and frowned slightly, her fingertips gently tracing his throat. 

 When her gaze met his again, all pretense of play was gone and she wore a rather serious expression.  Her eyes searched his for a moment, her fingers still caressing his neck and he fought the urge to purr.  He could feel her hand come to rest about his heart and he blinked, slightly confused as to what would happen now. 

 "Mine," she said, her voice a silky growl and her eyes locked with his.

 Zarbon blinked and smiled shyly, bringing his hand up to cover hers.  "Yours," he answered sincerely, his voice growing husky.

 Tonya smiled slightly, but didn't break the gaze.  She brought his hand up to cover her own heart, holding it with her own.  "Yours," she said, putting all her feeling into that one word.

 His eyes widened and he blinked back the sudden tears caused by the flood of emotion that word had caused.  He opened his mouth, then closed his eyes, and swallowed.  Eyes shining with love and tears he looked up at her and answered, his voice a husky whisper, "Mine."

 They kissed again, fiery and passionately, as the rest of the whole fell away.  Her lips left his and began to explore the smooth column of his throat.  He arched his neck and turned his head to allow her better access as she began to nip and suck the tender flesh.  Gasping and arching his back, his hand tensed on her back as she carefully drug her canines down his neck, leaving hot trails of pleasure in their wake.  Her tongue bathed the injuries, then she repeated her action. 

 Zarbon resumed rubbing her back, trying to return at least a fraction of the pleasure he was receiving.  He felt her pause near the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and then set her teeth against the skin.  A thrill of fear and excitement snaked through him and he tried to speak.

 "Tonya, what are you...Uhnnnmmmmmm," he gasped as her felt her pierce his skin with a sharp prick of her teeth.  But he was unprepared for the incredible wave of pleasure that followed and forced any thoughts of pain from his mind. 

His hand flattened between her shoulder blades, pressing her tighter against

him, as though it would increase the sensations flooding his system.  His other hand gently pressed her face to his throat, as though encouraging her.  She pulled back and lapped at the blood trickling from the wound, teasing him with a light rush after the heavy surge of pleasure. 

 Shifting again as she continued, Zarbon frowned.  "What are you doing?" he asked worriedly.

 "Marking my territory," she replied without looking up or moving from her place.  Leaning forward to suck at the wound and bring more blood to the surface, Tonya purred, tickling his throat with the vibration.

 He chuckled to himself and pulled her away.  "Little vampire," he admonished playfully as she growled in protest.  Zarbon felt a flush of desire as she licked the blood, his blood, he corrected mentally, from her lips.  Kissing her, he could taste the salty-sweet tang and he suddenly flipped their positions. 

She blinked in surprise, but then grinned wickedly up at him.  Without any hesitation, Zarbon dipped and set his own fangs against her flesh and bit down.  Rich crimson filled his mouth and he swallowed reflexively, feeling it flow down his throat like fine wine.  Tonya was purring and rubbing his back, much the same as he had done to her.  He lapped at the receding flow and sucked gently trying to pull more of that rich warmth to the surface.

 "What are you doing?" she asked softly, her fingers lazily combing through his hair, not really caring about the answer.

 He licked his lips, and relaxed against her, suddenly sleepy and feeling full.  "Marking my territory," he murmured, starting to drift off.

 She moved underneath him and he rolled off of her to snuggled against her side.  He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms, and her head against his heart.  They drifted off to sleep together, content, relaxed, and completely in love.