The Endeavor

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"Well, and now, say to me, that you think to do with your son, Marie? ". Asked to her without stopping treating the wound... the handkerchief now slowly was approaching his breasts. Since he liked torturing her ......... it was his passion to hear his labored respiration, he was getting excited seeing her in this state..

[ladylouisebeckett]

As the handkerchief edged further and further down her chest, she could barely comprehend the situation. She closed her eyes, relying on the softness of his touch. Oh God, she wanted him. She forgot the feelings he could incite within her. Forgot the lust...the desire...the passion. It had been so long since she had felt like this, so long since she had experienced his perfect touch.

Suddenly she opened her eyes, and found them gazing directly into his...mirrored in his ice blue eyes was an identical expression of lust.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"Close your eyes, Marie". He asked looking to her fixetly.Cleaned with his handkerchief the rests of blood of his breasts, with gentleness. In a few seconds, he forgot everything. To be with her was like to return to the past. His voice, it was soft, even sweet..

[ladylouisebeckett]

She closed them...unsure as to what to expect.

"Wha-what are you going to do, Cutler?" Her voice could barely be heard above weighted breathing.

The thing was, she did not want to know what he was going to do...she only wanted to feel it.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"Shhh ...close your eyes"


The handkerchief fell down to ground and he took his hands strongly to put them next to his head, against the wall and closed his thin and small body against his.

" Close your eyes".

Now, his voice was a rustle........

[ladylouisebeckett]

Eyes closed, she could see feel his light breath on her lips, feel his lips mere millimetres from her own. She yearned for him to fill the gap, to kiss her, to take her...to make her his again. She yearned for that long absent contact.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

He smiled and rubbed his lips against theirs, but slide them slowly without touching his skin towards his wound of the neck, and as if out a vampire began to kiss the wound with his lips, slowly.
Cutler Beckett was feeling the flavor of his blood in his mouth, it was a sweet flavor as if it was a delightful wine. It was moving his lips, sensual, thick against his wound with an exciting delicacy. His body was closing more against his and was taking her strongly of the hands.

She was cornered ................... again.

[ladylouisebeckett]

Pain and pleasure, an unbearable combination.

She moaned beneath his lips, her neck tingling from both the wound and his vampiric caresses.

Her body was alive. The dull throbbing between her legs increased, yearning for him to press himself against her, to take her completely. In all her lust, she wanted to bring him close, to clasp her legs around her waist, to bring him within her once again.

But, instead she remained powerless, a victim to his breathtaking lips.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

He separated his lips of his neck and the himself absorbed them with a provocative gesture and it released it feeling the excitement of her, the excitement of his body.

" Marie, open the eyes ".

He separated of her, but it even was so close ..........

[ladylouisebeckett]

As she opened them, their eyes met. His ice blue gaze emulated lust, mirroring the expression in her chocolate brown eyes. With tentative fingers, she reached out, taking a soft handful of his jacket between her fingers.

Passion overwhelming her, she kissed him. She knew he would hate the fact she had taken control, but the sight of him in all of his lust made her do it.

As their lips met, her body came alive.