Sarah rested her cheek listlessly in the cradle of her arms. Her foggy blue eyes fixed on the stars. It almost seemed that she was imagining life among them. The arch of her back, in the position she sat, seemed cruel. The details, her silver and stone bracelet that dangled delicately from her wrist, her pyramid belt, sparkled in the moonlight. She sat perched on the wooden bench, alone on the balcony.

Nathan stood behind her, presence unknown. He watched the way she yearned for the stars. He gave not a second thought to the cold air as it rushed through the sliding glass door he stood in: he was transfixed.

She remained still. Her thoughts turned to the way the breeze kissed her cheek, throat and arms. The night seemed purely sensuous in it's solitude, until she felt the warm brush of a hand on her shoulder. She didn't bother moving, though. She knew who it was, she could smell him. Her eyes fell shut.

With careful touches, he traced his fingers up her sides, drawing the soft black fabric of her shirt with his movements. He watched the goose bumps forming on her arms, an involuntary reaction proving his corporeal affect on her. He smiled at the back of her head, knowing without her face, that she felt him. If she were in her feline form, she'd be purring for him. Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder gently, raising one hand to brush hair away from her throat.

Licking his lips, he opened his mouth to reveal the sharp tips of fangs. And he bit her.

It was pure ecstasy. She felt like she was falling into a pit of velvet nothing. A pit of pure Nathan. She felt that she might as well curl up in the Vampire's arms and die. It felt like having his hands touch her everywhere, and with every touch a moment of pure bliss. She felt pure and filthy at the same time. And like always, when he fed from her, she felt the stirring of arousal.