Immortal Lover

A bitter chill lingered in the night air, bringing with it the first winter freeze. Shrouded in black, Malik swept through the small town. Not many people were awake at such an hour. Those that were quickly evaded his path, somehow sensing the darkness of his soul. He did not consider himself evil. After all, the Grim Reaper did not seek the souls of the living simply because he had a desire to do so. No, Death served a purpose as did Malik. He did not yet know his purpose. All he knew was the never ended hunger that gnawed at him, begging to be soothed. When that hunger called, he answered. The snow crunched beneath his boots. He was just a mile within the town when an all too familiar scent drifted towards him. He paused, a freezing blast sweeping across his face. Somewhere, a poor soul lay dying in the snow. The scent of their precious blood, not soon forgotten for those of his kind, filled his nostrils. Inhaling sharply, he shook his head in disdain for whatever crime had caused

He felt the shiver run across her skin. His lips mere inches from her flesh, he took a sharp inhale of breath. Her scent invaded his nostrils, filling him with an almost desperate need to taste her. Not just the pulsing blood coursing just beneath her flesh, but the soft curve of her lips. He knew this feeling. The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him.She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.It pained him to do