A Mark Of Thorns.

She closed her eyes and felt his hold around her body tighten, he arched his face into her neck and opened his mouth.

His fangs came out, sharp white teeth.

He could hear the sound of her beating heart quicken. Slowly he pierced her skin with his fangs, she groaned her body crawling into the pain.

Deeper he pushed, and her blood flowed out filling his mouth. The moment it hit his taste buds he wanted more.

The sweetness of her blood was addictive, he sucked on her skin deepening his bite.

Mila finally cried out in pain, waking him up.

He pulled away his fangs and stared at the deep wound on her neck.

She opened her eyes tears in her eyes.

"Is it done?" she asked.

"Almost, "he said

"Don't worry about me, go ahead "she smiled her tears falling.

Damien breathed, she was in pain but still asked him to go own. She pulled him back,

"I want this "she spoke.

He bent back down sucking away the blood and slowly as he licked and sucked her wound Mila felt the pain go away. Finally, he placed a kiss down on it.

Moving back he watched the huge black tattoo form on her replacing the the wound from his bite. It was a dark pattern of thorns, he glanced back at her.

"It's done," he said wiping his lips.

Mila blinked moving her hand to touch it and frowned.

"I don't feel anything, "she said.

He got off the bed carrying her up he moved to the mirror. Mila wanted to ask him to let her down but stayed still, somehow she liked it.

"You can't feel it now but can see it, "he said.

Mila gasped, "It's...its a tattoo of a..thorns ".

"Mmm, you don't like it?" he asked.

She turned to him, "I love it "

He gazed at her big happy eyes and smiled.

She moved hugging him. Still holding her in his arms he breathed.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No, am just happy...in my life, no one has wanted me until you " She pulled away a few inches from his face," Now I can claim I belong to someone ".

She giggled.

"Don't you find this weird?" he asked.

"Weird?".

"The biting and mark. Don't you find this scary".

She sighed, "I have been called weird since I can remember and treated like I didn't matter. Only you, who have treated me like I do, matter and am normal. Yes it's scary and I don't understand anything yet but I know you will tell me eventually " she smiled.

Her smile, eyes filled with tears, her cheeks blushed, Mila stared back at him.

"Thank you, "she said.

Something struck deep in his chest he gasped closing his eyes.

Mila noticed," You can put me down if am heavy " pulling away from his hold

He chuckled looking back at her, his hold tightening.

"You not heavy at all," he said.

"Then what's wrong?" she asked.

"Somethings hurt in my chest, "he said

"Ohh, is it because of what we did?" she asked.

"Yes, but it's not. important "he said.

"What do you mean "she asked.

"A kiss, "he said.

Her lashes fluttered.

"We have to kiss to seal the..." he felt her lips on his instantly. It was more of a light peck than a kiss, Mila pulled away avoiding his gaze.

"Is that okay? "she asked.

"No," he said.

She looked up, "But I kissed you " stammered Mila.

He smiled, "Let me show you "Still holding her he pulled away one arm and held her face.

She breathed as he got closer to her face.

"May I? "he asked.

"Mmm," she blinked.

He pulled her to him, his lips on hers. Soft and gentle she felt his lips kiss hers. Slowly he parted her lips deepening it.

The warmth of his mouth, the exploiting feeling of his tongue, Mila got lost in the moment, holding onto him.

Their breathing quickened as they kissed. Mila moved holding him tighter as she kissed him, that same feeling from before only this time stronger filled her up.

But before it could consume her he pulled away. Their unsteady breathing as they gazed into each other's eyes.

"Your fate is mine, Mila, "he said.

"It is ".

He nodded.

"Won't your father try to take it off," she asked.

"This one can't be removed by anyone but me," he said.

She smiled, "Great ".

He smiled back wondering if she ever found out what he was, would Mila accept to still be his.

"Ahh...Damien "she called him.

He smiled wider and Mila frowned.

"Why are you smiling like that "

"You call me by name now, "he said.

She blushed again and he laughed.

"What is it you want to say?" he asked.

Mila bit her lips, "Can we kiss again "

"Huh?" he froze.

"I...I don't know but I enjoy kissing you. When we kiss I don't want it to end "Her face was so red from embarrassment but Mila still said it.

He turned and walked back to the bed placing her down.

Mila fell back and pulled the covers over her face looking away from Damien.

"Where are you going?" he said.

She turned back, "Huh".

"I can't kiss you if you. run away from me," he said.

Mila got up and sat down on the bed, Damien climbed up onto the bed to where she was.

Kneeling next to Mila he gazed down at her. The sound of her heartbeat sounds in his ears once again. He smiled pushing her hair away Mila met his eyes.

He bent down and this time took her breath away with his first kiss, she breathed as he took her arms and placed them around his shoulders, he pulled her closer and Mila ended up on his lap.

His arm held her back and the other her neck. Opening her mouth for him she kissed Damien back passionately.

She belonged to someone...someone who cared for her.

When Damien pulled away from Mila, she leaned down on his chest hugging him.

He laid back holding her, they didn't say anything to each other until she went to sleep.

He looked down at her and smiled.