Kisses Upon My Collarbone.

Kiss me so gently , with lips so soft across my collarbone , hear my moans of tender desire , craving and longing a deeper embrace.

Shelter me in soft nightly temples , candle light that flickers across flushed skin leaving nothing to the imagination , for the mind is weak to your illusions of desire.

Such a hunger that burns deeply through the night air, fingers so nimble searching across chiselled abs , and lips that taste nothing but blood and salt.

The hunger of the emperor of Court Du Dracul is the hunger of any hybrid vampire lycan combination, as his mate lays marked beside him but do not think she is dead , merely sleeping from his desire and passion , but when she awakens once more , expect her heart to quicken .

For she is his and he is hers , bound telepathically and spiritually , non shall part them, whatever temptations lurk.

For it is his lips that kiss my collarbone , my Emperor of Court Du Dracul . His lips alone that shall only touch me and I with nimble fingers shall search his rippled abs , as our howls and moans of pleasure fill the candle lit air.