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Disclaimer: I am not Christine Feehan, nor do I own her or her works. I just really like her books. ^_^ Calamity is mine, though.

Dark Passion
A Dark Series FanFic
by: Fiona Fairhame
Chapter 5
You are such a shameless flirt, Calamity thinks at him as they make their way downstairs to the dining room.
Only with you, my love, only with you. Dominic places one hand on the small of her back possessively, tracing slow circles in an ever widening area.
Without turning to look at him, she senses the wide smile gracing his sinfully sensual mouth. She smiles in response; his fingers gently stroke her lower back, stoking the fire slumbering within. She opens her mind to him, letting him see how her fire builds. Stop that! she scolds gently, only half meaning it.
No. His low, sensual laugh echoes in her mind. In fact, I think I'll keep this up all through dinner.
I thought you wanted to take me to meet your prince.
I'd much rather spend time alone with you. He sends her a torrent of erotic images of the two of them together, making love over and over again in many different ways. That is what I really wish to do with you, my love, for hours, no days at a time. Maybe then I will finally be sated, though only temporarily, I am sure. I can not imagine ever getting enough of you. He leans forward to brush a quick kiss against the back of her neck as they reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh, my, what a vivid imagination you have,” she whispers, turning to take his hand. “Come on, I need to eat.” She leads him to the dining room, trying to ignore the raging inferno spreading through her body.
As they enter the dining room, Slavica enters from the other side carrying a picnic basket. “Miss Calamity, Mr. Dominic,” she calls by way of greeting, waving the basket at them. She quickly crosses the room to their side. “I thought you two might like this,” she states, handing Dominic the basket. “Oh, and give Mikhail my greetings.” She smiles widely as she waves them off.
“Thank you,” Calamity murmurs. How did she know I was going to ask for a picnic basket? Once back outside the dining room, she turns to Dominic. You had something to do with this, didn't you?
I did see the image of a moonlight picnic in your head. As I rather liked the idea, I sent a small compulsion to the innkeeper for her to fix a picnic basket. She figured out who it was for on her own. She's a smart woman; she listens to her instincts. He drapes one arm protectively over her shoulder, wary of the many males he senses nearby. He wants everyone to know she belongs to him.
Calamity groans softly as they exit the inn. It's almost full dark out here. I won't be able to see anything soon. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all.
Do you trust me, love? Dominic asks, swinging her around in his arms to face him. He uses two fingers to gently lift her chin so she looks into his eyes.
“Yes,” she whispers. I don't know why, but I do trust you.
I can see better in the dark than in full sunlight. I know of the perfect spot for a moonlight picnic. He sends her the image of an isolated forest glade, the wide opening in the center devoid of trees. The whole glade shines with the silvery glow of moonlight. He leads her towards the entrance to the forest with long, sure striding steps.
That looks nice, let's go there. Her blue-green glitter up at him as she turns to smile happily up at him.
A low, inarticulate groan sounds from the back of his throat. You really are beautiful, love, he thinks as he lowers his mouth onto hers. Images form in his mind of the two of them in the glade: lying entwined together naked on the ground in one scene; her back against a tree, and her legs around his waist in another. Look what you make me think of, he adds, sending her the images.
His kiss already had her burning hotly for him; the images make her melt against his strong, hard body. How long will it take to get there? she asks, impatient for the feel of his hands and mouth on her body once again, needing him. I want you.
He growls as centuries old self-control fades in the face of her heated admission. Instantly, he creates an illusion to hide them from human eyes. Not long at all, he responds. He pours on the speed, carrying her with him as he runs faster than humanly possible, using the unique abilities of his kind, towards the glade. Upon reaching the glade seconds later, he waves his hand through the air, creating a cotton sheet to cover the ground. He lays her upon it, and sets down the picnic basket before covering her body with his. He rubs hands over her sensitive skin as his mouth descends to meet hers.
Her stomach rumbles once again, just as his hungry lips claimed hers. Damn, she thinks, I forgot about that. I need to eat something before we make love again, she informs him reluctantly. Stupid stomach, she thinks at the offending organ.
Dominic rolls off of her and sits up in one smooth motion. One strong arm pulls her into his lap while the other reaches for the basket. He quickly feeds her a few morsels from the basket before tilting her chin up for a quick kiss. You taste so good, Calamity, he whispers in her head.
As do you, she answers, the now-familiar heat rising in her body. Her hands unbutton his soft shirt, parting it to allow her access to more of his body. Tenderly, tentatively, her hands explore the hard muscles of his chest. Her fingers meet soft, downy hair over his upper chest. The hair gets thicker and coarser the further down his chest she travels until it disappears into the waistband of his pants. Through their mental connection, she feels desire rising, hot and demanding, in him as it does in her. I want you. Now, she demands.
He pulls away, breaking off the deeply passionate kiss, to inform her, you need to eat more, honey. You need to take care of yourself. I do not wish to lose you. You are too weak right now. I can feel it, connected as we are.
Alright, I'll eat more. Please don't call me honey. I don't like that pet name, too sweet. I am not that sweet. She digs through the basket of food to find something with which to tempt herself. Nothing seems as tempting as Dominic at the moment. Finally locating something, she eats for a few moments before turning back to him. “Is that enough?” she asks, eyes sparkling.
“Not really,” he whispers aloud. I have a feeling that may be all you are going to eat, unless I force you to eat more. Her eyes begin to glitter with a suppressed anger. I have no wish to force you into anything, my love, he says, partially to pacify her. You really should eat more, though.
The worry he feels for her comes through clearly, bringing a smile to her lips. Don't worry so about me, Dominic. I'll be fine. I can eat later. I want you now, not food. She leans up to kiss him passionately, thrusting her tongue between his slightly parted lips. Her tongue explores his mouth slowly, deliberately building their mutual desire. I want you so much, she whimpers in his head. Now, Dominic, I want you now.
Her hands work lose the button on the waistband of his pants, then slip inside, touching heated skin. She works her hands down ever further until she feels the warm, hard length of him heavy in her hand. Her hands begin a slow, steady stroking up and down the length of his velvet-covered steel shaft. Purposefully breaking the kiss, she whispers, “Lie back, love.” One small hand pushes against the hard muscles of his chest to emphasize her words.
I can't take much more of that, baby, he warns through a red haze of passion. Despite his words, he gladly lays down, eager to see just what she will do. The depths of her passion for him, their passion for each other, astound them both. His breath comes out in a slow hiss as her hands continue caressing his painfully full erection.
Rational thought flees as, smiling sultrily, she lowers her mouth to the tip of his manhood. Her small, pink tongue darts out for one small, quick lick. Dominic merges his mind fully with hers, showing her what her actions do to him, just how close he is to losing control. Calamity merely smiles up at him again. Her open mouth descends to enclose the head of his swollen member. His hands tangle in her auburn tresses as her mouth suckles demandingly.
He pulls her up by her hair and forces her over to lie on her back. A wave of his hand makes all their clothes disappear. He growls as he rolls over on top of her, one knee forcing her legs to part for him. The beast in him roars with pleasure as he plunges into her hot, fiery sheath. A single stroke is all it takes to bury him completely; she was already wet and ready for him.
A scream of pure erotic pleasure rips itself from her throat as he begins moving: faster, harder, and deeper with every thrust. Her hips buck in time with his, her back arching. Her legs wrap around his waist, holding him close. He growls once more as his mouth descends to lave attention on her breasts. Oh, yes! Dominic, yes! her mind screams.
He licks her aching breasts, making her moan with pleasure. His incisors lengthen in response to the sound of hot blood pulsing through her veins. His fangs scrape the sensitized skin of her breast in the area over her pulse: once, twice, before sinking deep on the third pass. The spicy, sweet heat of her blood fills his mouth. Before long, he feels her body weakening again from loss of blood. Quickly, he withdraws his fangs from her skin, licking the small wound closed as he does so.
Take what I freely offer, he commands as one fingernail lengthens into a talon. He slices himself lightly, just above the heart. His hand holds her head up to his chest, allowing her to drink. He repeats the ritual words to bind them together aloud. “I claim you as my lifemate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my lifemate, bound to me for eternity and always in my care.” The beast roars its fulfillment; they are now truly joined as one.
Calamity swallows convulsively, unable to do anything other than obey his command. The sweet, coppery taste of his blood floods her mouth. One final thrust has his seed shooting into her. Her mouth sucks at the small wound on his chest as her sheath grasps him tightly, muscles clenching as her release overtakes her. Painfully bright, colorful fireworks explode inside her skull.
Dominic releases his hold on her head. He seals the wound on his chest once she stops drinking. I never knew anything could taste so good, so addictive. I definitely didn't expect blood to taste like that.
Only because I am your lifemate, we are two halves of the same whole.
“What's going to happen to me? Now that I have some of your blood inside me, I mean?” she asks nervously, her body still pinned beneath his. “Will I become like you are? I'm scared,” she whispers. But you have to quit forcing your will on me. As much as it would pain me, I will leave you if you don't stop being so highhanded.
He laughs gently. We can not part, little one. We are now truly one, joined in a manner as old as time itself. If you do try to leave me, I will follow. There is no place in the world you could go that I would not follow.

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