My ungloved hands tenderly swirl across the silken bedspread in circles. The bedroom is nearly dark, lit only by candles placed on either side, their sweet scents of lavender and blossoms growing more pleasent with each passing minute. Above me, my love, my eternal partner, cradles my cheek in one hand as he kisses me, his other hand gently carressing parts of my body. Like me, he is gloveless, so I can truly feel his touch. If I were still mortal, I might've been chilled by their icy pressence, but since Shadow has turned me into a wanderer of the night, all I feel in its place is pure pleasure.

It has been six months since he saved me from certain death, we fell in love, and I became a vampire. I was hesitant to tell my friends about us, wondering if they would accept our love. But with some assurance from Shadow, I got up the courage to share the news with them. It turned that out I didn't need to worry-they were so accepting, so positive, so happy for the both of us. They were fasinated by Shadow, and they didn't even mind him turning me-they said it was my choice. Such kindness from them was a huge relief for me.

Shadow parts his lips, encouraging me to do the same, and I feel his tounge on mine. His inticing taste sparks even greater lust inside of me, and I pull him closer, wanting more of him. As we kiss, I feel his hand move lower down my body, his fingers trailing my hip and leg, my inner thigh, then coming to rest in between my legs. I release a moan that is nearly drowned out by our kisses.

Shadow pulls away and tenderly licks a spot on my neck, over my jugular vein. I know what he's about to do, but this time I'm not nervous about it. I no longer tense up in anticipation of the brief sting of pain as he bit into me, or the uncomfortable feeling of my blood draining. Because now that I was turned, both of those were gone.

I feel no pain as Shadow's fangs pierce my icy skin, no discomfort as he drinks my cold blood. All I feel is my love for him rising higher, and along with it, my libido. I continue to moan lustfully as I erect beneath his touch.

Shadow smiles wickedly, then slowly crawls down beneath the covers. I release a louder moan as I feel his tounge swirling across my member, then his entire mouth encloses it and he lustfully sucks on it. My moans are out of my control now-I can't help it, it feels wonderful. Through my ice cold state, I feel the sensual heat inside of me climbing higher every second. My grip on the bedding tightens as my climax begins to build up, my voice getting louder as I repeatedly call out Shadow's name.

At the last second, he pulls away from my member, and the right half of his face is coated in my seed. He sensually licks some of it, then uses the rest to lubricate my entrance. He positions himself above me, lifting my legs up to wrap around his waist. Even though this is my first time, I don't feel any pain when he pushes his member inside of me, and it's not just because of the lubricant. There's only pure pleassure, and nothing more.

Shadow starts thrusting, and my moaning still hasn't ceased. For a mortal, their first time would start off painful and uncomfortable, and they would need some time to adjust. But because Shadow turned me, neither of those are present. I pull him closer and start to thrust with him, locking my lips with his. This is how sex is meant to feel, cradled with your lover in the most beautiful act of love there is, and showing just how in love you are.

Shadow holds my legs steady as he climaxes, and I let out one last moan as I feel his seed pouring inside me-it gives a warm, comforting feeling. He pulls out and lays down next to me, and we catch our breath in silence. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek, then my lips. With our sex, feeling his seed inside of me, and our comforting embrace, I begin to feel the pull of sleep.

I wearily tell Shadow that I love him, and I just barely hear him whisper it back before I fall into a deep, peaceful slumber, still lovingly cradled in his arms.

For I wouldn't want it any other way.