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All That I Am	By : kitten7315 Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 5396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

“What is it ma petite? All you have to do is ask and if it is within my power I will give it” he said with a serious expression on his face. His hand was caressing my cheek and moving into my hair. I felt desire for him well up and I closed my eyes reveling in the sensation that only his touch can give me.

“Would you take all of me? Love me, make love to me, and be inside of me in every way? Would you give me the Fourth Mark to be with me for all eternity?” My eyes never left his while I said this. I didn’t think I could every shock Jean-Claude, after all, he is over 400 years old and not much could shock him. But what I said obviously did because I saw it in his face reflect his shock. Jean-Claude was silent and just stared at me searching my face as if some entity possessed my body and he was looking for proof. I almost laughed at his expression but I held it in so he would know how serious I was about this. I wanted him to know how much I wanted this, how much I needed this.

“Jean-Claude?” It seemed like an eternity passed since I asked him those important questions. I placed my fingers in his glorious hair and leaned down and kissed him again. That seemed to snap him out of his shock. He groaned in my mouth as I slipped my tongue between his fangs and explored the moist cavern.

Jean-Claude leaned me back onto the bed and covered my body with his own. Our kiss seemed to grow deeper with want and desire. He pulled back slightly and looked at me. “Do you truly want this? Don’t tease me with this. You know how much I have longed for you to give yourself to me like this Anita.” Jean-Claude only called me Anita when he was really serious and this is as serious as we can get right now. “Yes, this is what I really want. I want you have all that I am as you have given me all that you are.” I stated to him with all the seriousness that I could.

Pink tears slipped down his cheeks as what I said sunk in. "Je t'aime ma petite". "Je t'aime" Jean-Claude reached down and undid his robe and separated it looking down at what I was wearing. I think he thought I might be nude under his robe because when he looked surprised to see I was wearing a negligee he bought. "Why ma petite. I never thought you would wear this without me having to force you" he said as a wicked smile touched his lips,"I wanted to wear something nice for our special night" I told him feeling a little embarrassed with his heated gaze traveling down my body taking in how I looked in his gift.

Jean-Claude ran a hand up my leg to my thigh under the hem of my negligee. My body started to quiver with want, anticipating his touch, craving it. His hand moved upward to my hip stopping there to caress it for a brief moment before traveling up on to my rib cage. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant. My breathing started to deepen with the knowledge of what only his touch can do to my body and how my body would react to it.

He moved my gown up to expose me from my rib cage down and Jean Claude moved down the bed to place a gentle kiss on my stomach. I felt his cool lips touch me moments before his tongue darted out as he began to kiss and lick his way around my stomach, my naval, traveling downwards. Moaning, I closed my eyes and moved my hand to tangle in his soft hair. He continued to travel down to my hip, nipping and licking it. He grabbed my thighs and eased them apart as I felt his mouth make there way there to my core. My body started to tremble in anticipation, knowing what he was about to do, where he was about to bestow his next kiss. Jean-Claude loved me with his mouth. All thoughts flew from my head except what he was doing to my body with his mouth and tongue. Then I felt him plunge two fingers into me. I almost came undone. His fingers were moving in and out of me at a fast but gentle rhythm, his mouth suckling my swollen nub. Jean-Claude seemed to know when I was about to orgasm. My back arched and I was clawing at the sheets beside me. As my orgasm rocked my body I felt Jean-Claude's fangs pierce my femora artery as he started to drink my life's blood and warmth into himself. I always knew that the lines between pleasure and pain blurred during the times when Jean-Claude and I made love and obviously he remembered this as well. He knew he could not roll me with his mind so he waited until he gave me pleasure before drinking from me. Tremors from my orgasm traveled through my body as he continued to pleasure me with his fingers moving inside me while drinking my blood.

He released my thigh and moved up my body and brought his bloodstained lips to mine and devoured my mouth and he plunged himself deep inside of me. The taste my blood was strong in his mouth. He began a rhythm as old as time as he kissed me. He seemed to fill me to the brink….so deep. I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw him closer and deeper, not wanting to ever let him go. There didn't seem to be any need for words between us, I was feeling what he felt through the marks and it was the same for him. Those feelings were far more cherished and dear than any words that could have been said between us.

Jean-Claude let my lips go and moved back and was kneeling between my legs his rhythm slowed as he pulled me up to him so that I was sitting on his lap still straddling him. He peeled my gown off of me and gently laid me back onto the bed, never once did he leave my warmth. I watched him as his eyes devoured the sight of my body below him; they had bled into all blue fire. He place one hand on my hip and pulled me farther up and flush against his hips while the other roamed over my breast playing with my nipples. His hips moving faster and deeper inside of me, I felt as though he wanted to crawl inside of my body with me and stay there. I felt another orgasm tear through my body. Jean-Claude pulled me up from the bed so that we were chest to chest and he held me as this orgasm took me over the edge while his was still hard and moving inside of me. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tightly. He placed his mouth to mine as if he could taste my orgasm as I screamed my release. I was aware of all my nerve endings in my body he continued to move inside me building my pleasure up once again.

I wasn't sure how much more I could take. This was much more intense than what we usually do because we were doing this with the marks wide open. I was feeling what he was feeling and he was doing the same with me. He moved slightly on the bed and grabbed a dagger. Where he pulled it from I don't know. I could barely focus on anything but him. He placed the dagger against his chest and made a small cut. I then realized that he was about to give me the fourth mark. I looked at his chest and the blood there and latched on to it without hesitation. I didn't want him to think that I changed my mind; I wanted him to know how serious I was at giving him all of me for all eternity.

Jean-Claude's voice was breathless and heavy with desire as he began the words that would bind me to him for all eternity, "Sang au sang, chair à la chair, deux corps en tant qu'un. Un sang, un coeur, une chair, une âme” Our powers mingled together and I felt the bond click into place. Power continued to build as our orgasms built. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes as we reached our orgasms at the same time. Power exploded all around us. We both screamed out as we felt the power slammed between my body and his. It was so much power, almost too much. Our bodies could not hold that much so we flung the excess out towards our people. Everyone that belonged to us got a burst of power through them.

Jean-Claude and I collapsed onto the bed. I felt tired and energized at the same time. I glanced over to Jean-Claude and saw that his eyes were still bled into his glowing blue and I could feel his heart beating with the same rhythm as mine, like it was going to beat out of our chests. His body was hot to the touch and he had an almost human look to him.

"Jean-Claude? Are you OK? " I asked him touching his forehead with my lips. He placed his hand on my cheek and moved his mouth over mine kissing me gently. " Oui ma petite. I have never felt better” I saw so much happiness in his eyes, happiness as what I gave him. "This is truly the happiest day of my life,” he said with a wide smile. I gave him a smile of my own and hugged him close to me. "This is the happiest day of my life as well." I felt his smile get wider as he laid back and gathered me in his arms.

There was a knock at the door and Jason walks in. He had a wide smile on his face. I knew he knew that I had taken the fourth mark. I think everyone at the circus knew. For some strange reason that didn't bother me. I wanted them to know, I wanted them to know that I was Jean-Claude’s full-fledged Human Servant. "What do you want Jason?" I asked him as he continued to smile down at us. " Oh…umm…some guy named Ted Forrester is on the phone for you. He said it's important,” he said while handing me the phone. I frowned and took the phone from him. Jason walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

"Edward?" I asked knowing that when Death calls it is never a good thing. May be I should go ahead and reserve a room in the hospital. Me pessimistic?
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