Natasha noticed how nervous he was, feeling his hands shake as they held hers. "Be calm, Nickolas," she smiled.

He looked up, being comforted automatically by her grin. "How can I be calm when I'm looking at the woman I love...and she's three hundred years old?" he giggled.

"Well, one part of you is extremely...stiff," she laughed, glancing down, "and the rest of you is shaking. You need to relax," she purred. "It's only me."

"Only me, she says!" he laughed. He gently grabbed her face and rubbed noses with her again. "Do you have any clue what you do to me inside and out?"

She glanced down once more. "I have a pretty good idea!"

"You do so much more to me than that," he began, getting excited. "It's like, this indescribable feeling when I'm with you...no matter what we're doing! You...I don't know how to explain it! It's like I just wanna keep you with me forever."

She was being swept with feelings and emotions all over again, almost physically hurting at the thought of ever losing him. "No more words, Nickolas." She brushed her lips against his as she stared at the mantle. "Does Brian keep matches by those candles up there?"

Nick smiled, looking in the same direction. "I think so. Does my baby want a romantic setting?"

He went to get up, but she kept hold of his hand and pulled him back down. "I'll get it," she grinned. Nick just smiled and sat back, leaning against the headboard of the bed. He watched as she walked towards him, vanilla scented candle and matches in hand. "Do you trust me, Nickolas?" she asked innocently.

"Of course I...wait, what are ya gonna do?"

"Don't worry, my angel boy. Please, just lay back and relax."

Nick hesitated, but laid back, watching as she lit the candle stick. She placed the matches on the night stand, then turned and crawled on her hands and knees back to him. "I ask you once again...do you trust me?"

"With my life," he whispered.

"Then close your eyes."

Nick smirked, closing his eyes as told. He bit his lip, thoughts racing through his mind as he became more and more turned on. He was fully relaxed when...."Ah!" His eyes popped open as he looked down at his chest, seeing the wax drying already. He laid there, quickly getting over the shock of the burning wax. "Was that supposed to turn me on?" he asked, exasperated.

"Did it?" she asked playfully.

Nick grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss, his teeth as sharp as they had ever been. "Do it again," he groaned. He watched this time, seeing the hot wax drip onto his flawless skin. He snarled, growing fond of the feeling. She went lower, hitting his tummy. "Oh God," he gasped. "I want you...now!"

She giggled, blowing out the candle. "Do you need me, angel?"

"I'll beg if I have to," he whimpered.

"I'd hate to see a grown man beg," she replied, her wet cunt soon devouring his rock hard cock.

He sat up, nuzzling against her neck as she rode him hard. "Own me," he panted into her ear. He reached his hand down between them, playing with her clit. He looked her straight in the eyes, never losing contact. "You gonna cum, huh? My baby gonna cum?" he urged.

She whimpered, placing her lips against his to stop herself from screaming out loud. She soon found that she could hold back no more. She bit down, almost piercing his lip with her teeth. "Come on, angel...you're turn," she said, lust filling her eyes as she still rode him.

Nick thrust her down harder on himself, wanting so much to go over the edge. He leaned back, watching as she slid up and down on him. "Oh God, I'm gonna lose my mind...I can't take it anymore," he grunted.

He flipped them over, plunging himself back into her and working at a mind boggling pace. The sweat dripped off his forehead as Natasha saw him near climax. "Feed from me, Nickolas," she moaned.

Just as Nick felt himself cum, his teeth went for her neck, drinking with the greatest hunger he had ever known. Nick stopped his thrusting, but continued to drink, feeling Natasha's hands run through his hair. He was finally able to pull himself away, licking the blood from his lips. "I'm no longer complete," he managed to get out.

"What?" A look of worry crossed her face.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her figure with him. "A part of me is with you and a part of you is with me. Unless you're with me, I'm no longer complete." With that said, he dozed off to a restful sleep, leaving Natasha completely in love and completely torn.