Packing (open) - Bella's Castle

Chase leaned in and whispered into Bella's ear in the same tone one would whisper their "I love you's" or their devotion "I sent him back to his sire in a very small box."

Against her ear she could feel his lips and the fangs just barely concealed behind them. They held so many promises of ecstatic agony or even the fear of destruction. How easily could they simply devour each other? How sweet was their vitae to one another. As they laid there, their bodies entwined, they were both keenly aware of the twisted love they felt for one another but for the moment at least it seemed to be a mutual twisted love.

Deep emerald eyes shifted up to glance at him, her lips curling up sadistically. "Speaking of sires.. you should help me find mine."

"I take it you'd like to have a 'chat' with this individual?"

She smirked, her dark gaze practically sparkling with twisted anticipation. "Something like that.. you have such a way with words."

"Words have the power that society gives them, love. We both know that. So when someone asks me where beautiful Miss Maurice has gone, I can tell them, she went to have a chat with daddy..."

His fingertips dug slightly into the flesh of her back as he caressed her silken skin before he leaned down to kiss her deeply, in haling her scent as he did. There really was something about this side of her that he couldn't get over, but then, this was a side of him she'd never seen either.

She leaned in to place rough kisses and nips across his collarbone, then up his neck, a shudder running down her spine as she felt his nails dig in. Her own nails returns the favor, digging in and pulling down along the flesh of his muscular chest. "You're so sweet, covering me like that.."

"Covering us both," he smiled wickedly as he arched into her nails.

"You're so good to me."

"Good is relative.. it's only because I want to be used by you, and use you.." She gave a dark chuckle, running her tongue up the underside of his jaw before nipping at his lower lip. "It's extremely beneficial, I think.."

"At least we know where we stand. I suppose here's to hoping neither ever outlive our usefulness to the other, hmm?"

She smirked a bit, kissing up his cheek, before her tongue flicked out against the lobe of his ear.

"I don't see that happening, my darling.. we'll continue to push and fuel the other, until together we could rule the world."

Lovely, dark eyes turned up to focus on his, her small smirk becoming a wicked grin, "And we have forever together to get there."

He couldn't help but grin at her words, at her touch. The elder grabbed a fistful of her hair as he kissed her. It was deep and rough and passionate as his tongue moved against her own.

This was bad. This was very bad. Well, at least for everyone else.

She fully gave into the kiss, letting him taste her, abuse her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close so her body could press tightly against his. A low growl sounded from behind her kiss, full of lust and an animalistic sexuality.

It was an invitation that she didn't have to extend a second time. She felt his fangs sink into the flesh of her neck once more as his arms wrapped around her, drawing her closer to him as he drank of her again, tasting her even as she felt his hips grinding against her own once more.

She gasped as her body was thrown into ecstasy from his Kiss, her own fangs following suit, piercing his flesh as he drank deeply from him. Her knees came in tight about his hips, her fingers clutching tightly, nails digging into his shoulders.

In an instant, Chase rolled with her before slamming them both to the floor. Tiles cracked as they landed with preternatural strength as Bella felt him enter her once moor even as he drank deeply from her. His hands pinned her at the wrist and once more he was more than content to minister to their mutual pleasure and deviancy.

She cried out, rapt with pleasure as he threw her against the floor. She longed for this - the punishment, the abuse - it made her feel alive, the pain and the pleasure he made her feel. A twisted, wicked passion, love forced by blood, mutual abuse and use.. it all felt unnaturally right.

For hours their bodied entwined in rapt pleasure, passion, each using the other and wanting to be used in turn. From the foyer to the den, from the billiard room to the kitchen no room was truly sacred, no room truly free of their twisted desires or their unholy passions.

In their wake, still more furniture was overturned and the decor on the walls was left scattered until finally they came to rest amongst the wreckage, their bodies tangled and covered in a sheen of blood and sweat.

Chase wrapped his arm around Bella, letting her come to rest on top of him. Yes he loved her, but it was be no means pure and she knew it, they both did. But somehow, he doubted either of them cared.

Her petite frame rested against his broad chest, she gently kissed over his chest. Gently, her tongue ran a line up his chest, lapping up some of the blood that had escaped his pores.

She didn't speak - didn't feel it was necessary, not with the bond they now shared.

His fingertips lightly followed the lines of her skin as he placed a kiss on top of her head. It was almost sweet were the affection not so twisted amidst blood and depravity and no small amount of madness.

The nuzzles Bella was giving to Chase, the touches and small kisses, may have been mucscle memory. Memories pushed back, but still there. So many nights spent in sweet embrace,loving administrations.

"Will you help me find my Sire..?" She asked quietly, as a lover would whisper sweet nothings to their special someone.

He smiled, that wicked smile full of charm, "How could I say no to you?"

She gave a funny little scoff, "You're Robin fucking Hood.. I know you could of you really tried."

He rolled over, pinning her hands to the floor as he smiled down at her, "Maybe, but I'm not inclined to say no in this case..."

Become sometimes... killing people was just easier...

Her lips curled up in a smirk as she struggled against his hold, mostly in fun. "You're so good to me." Seduction, sarcasm, genuine appreciation all wrapped her tone up in a confusing, crazy little package.

He bent in, inches from her lips with their smirk as he said, "You have no idea how good I could be to you..." And then he planted another kiss on her. It was deep and passionate, full of dark promises of power and danger.