When We First Went Out.

He scared me. He would never dare hurt me, but still. He scared me. He could scare me into submission. I'd seen his temper flare and it was terrifying. But I knew he would never raise a hand to me unless I asked. But there was only one time where he almost scared me to death. He kissed me. I know, not too frightening for an ex-hooker, but it was the way he kissed me that had my heart stalling, my blood freezing.

We were walking through a darkened ginnel. I was just kidding and asked if this was the part where he took advantage of me. Then he said the five magic words, "Do you want me to?". I thought he was kidding so I offered myself. I wanted his lips all over me so bad, but something stopped me from doing it myself. But he thought I was serious. He grabbed me by the throat, slammed my head against the concrete and gaze into my eyes for what felt like centuries. His black gaze pierced my soul. It cut through me and at the same time, he looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was just trash. And then...he kissed me.

Fiercely. Agonisingly slowly. Bruising me with passion. His grip around my throat tightened and I felt a little light-headed. One of his...paws went to my top, ripping downwards. The shredded material and what dignity I had left was now hanging around my waist. His nails caught my skin and tore downwards as well. Blood and self-respect blooming to the surface and slowly rolling down my chest.

His lips pulled away from mine and moved down towards the vampire's buffet. His tongue lapping up my essence and pride. In ripping my top, he'd also pulled what I'd passed as a bra down, exposing one of my most prized aspects of my body and made a meal of it. His expert tongue flicking my nipple. I remember moaning gently. His head snapping up and turned his attention to back to my lips. "You're not supposed to enjoy this" he growled against my mouth. I told him I was soaking through. And that's when he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me deeper into the ginnel where he took complete control of me and destroyed any scrapes of pride, dignity and self-respect I'd had left. That's where he loved me and loved me hard.

For the first time.