The echo of the whip crack was enough to catch Am'naelihn's attention. Kaehlin stood firm, watching as her eyes tilted slowly up to catch a glimpse of the whip clenched tightly in his fist, her jaw dropping open and her almond-shaped eyes widening at the sight.

"Kaehlin..."

He could sense the fear in her mind, yet he did not understand it. She loved him; she had often told him so, and he could feel it in her thoughts that she did not deceive him. But still he did not comprehend the feelings that were in her mind now; why would she fear if she loved him? But either way he did not care for her fears now; resistance would make the experience all the more exciting.

Kaehlin advanced towards her, subconsciously registering the horror painted over her face; for a brief moment he began to wonder if he should go ahead with what he had planned, but a fleeting glance down her body told him he should. She was his, and he would have her. He had done so before and he would do so again.

Her skin was cold to his touch as he brought his palm to her cheek, feeling the wet of a tear streaming down her face. Her golden eyes stared up at him, and seeing into his mind she knew that he was being driven by lust. Am�naelihn shook her head in surprise, her ice white hair flowing freely.

�Kaehlin��

Hearing his name again brought a smirk to his face, his fangs glistening under the dim light, which sent a shudder down Am�naelihn�s body. He couldn�t resist, couldn�t hold back any longer, and his lips met hers roughly, his forked tongue literally forcing its way into her mouth. Am�naelihn whimpered against his lips as his bare chest forced itself heavily against her body, crushing her beneath him and the pillar. Kaehlin could feel that, as she began to respond to his lips and to his tongue as she felt she should, she was not hungry for him as he was for her. She was frightened and shaking. Grinning as her felt her trembles against his skin, he pulled his lips from hers, drawing back slightly and dragging his tongue down her neck. Her eyes lowered as his head did and she tugged uselessly on the ropes that bound her. He did not feel her worried thoughts now; the taste of her skin to his tongue was all that mattered.

The hand that was free of the whip began to slide under her skirts and she sucked in air in surprise, whimpering to hold back a cry, her eyes slowly closing as she muttered his name again, unwittingly motivating his actions. His fingers danced keenly up her leg, teasing the skin as they arrived at her thighs, pinching and grasping roughly. He felt her legs opening up to the touch, despite the force of his fingers, and her legs moving to wrap around his waist as she was suspended against the stone pillar. Growling beneath his lips, the tiefling tore them from her skin and took a step away from her, much to her surprise. The whip struck her thigh suddenly; she had not seen in coming. Am�naelihn cried out in surprise as she felt the stinging pain of the whip to her skin, and looked up to her love in questioning shock; he was sneering at her in pleasure, his eyes glowing a sensationally deep crimson, the whip handle gripped tightly between his fingers.

He watched her. She had failed to resist him; she had opened up for him, welcoming him in. Not today. He didn�t want that today. Before she could even speak again, before she could ask him why or beg forgiveness for a crime she did not commit, Kaehlin�s lips captured hers for the second time, his tongue pushing onto hers, rolling over hers in a lustful hunger. His fingers gripped the stinging flesh on her thigh, causing the wound to hurt more; causing her to whimper against his lips. He could sense her pain; she was hurt by the whip, surprised by his actions and frightened of what he would do to her; and yet as she thought such things her tongue responded to his, returning his kiss, an attempt to deepen it to please him.

Her scream echoed off the walls as the whip struck her stomach, slashing the skin where it was bare beneath her revealing outfit. Kaehlin�s taunting snigger played more on Am�naelihn�s mind than the welt that was rising from her skin, and he knew this. He could feel it. And she could feel him; she could feel his lust, his hunger; she knew now that he did not want her willingness; instead he wanted resistance. He wanted to hear the squeals, he wanted to see the tears, and he wanted to feel the trembling. And the whip struck her again, in the same place as before, bringing a criss-crossing welt to the skin and a tear to her eye. Kaehlin watched emotionlessly as she opened her mouth to speak, but she could not find the words and he heard nothing.

He swept towards her in silence and she did not see him coming; her eyes were lowered in agony, staring at the reddened skin where the whip had struck her. The first she knew of his movements was the pale hands she saw gripping the lace of her outfit, tugging the tie undone with a feverish haste. As the lace fell open at her waist, Kaehlin moved his hands up her chest and then cut at the lace holding the two leather pads over her breasts. His inhumanly sharp nails; almost claws; cut the lace cleanly, and her shirt fell down her body to the floor, where it lay. Her eyes instantly shot up to his, and for a brief moment they stared at each other in silent conflict. She gasped as his free hand gripped her left breast, his fingers kneading the flesh. His chest pressed up against her body, his lips hovering teasingly over hers. Her eyes were wide, gold and afraid, staring questioningly into his, red and fervent.

He dragged his fingernails over her breast, scratching the skin inelegantly, before cupping her hard and grazing the tip of her nipple. Her skin was cool compared to his; the cold feel of her skin to his fingers, the cold feel of her chest against his. He relished it, her relished her. The whip lay limp on the floor beside them, the handle still clutched tightly in his forgotten hand, his other slowly dragging down her chest. Am�naelihn bit back a moan as she stared into his challenging eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath on her lips. He was examining her; it was blindingly obvious. He was watching and feeling every emotion in her head. She had granted him the ability and he was using it, and she knew what would happen should she deprive him of it now.

His fingers played along the top of her skirts, fiddling with the waistline before gripping them firmly. They both knew what was coming next before it did; he dragged the skirts down her legs, allowing his eyes to leave hers as he lowered his body to pull the skirts to her ankles. He felt her wondering if she should kick him, and into her mind her dared her to do it. His challenge was met; Am�naelihn�s feet struck him in the upper chest, pushing him back from her, and a loud hiss left his lips. She whimpered as she flailed her legs, but it took him only a moment to bring the whip down her ankles, causing it to wrap around them painfully. A single tear left her eye at the pain now singeing her ankles and feet, only for it to increase as the tiefling tugged the whip back, tearing skin from the bone. He felt her pain and for just a moment it hurt him; but that is how it should be. She would feel pain when she resisted him. And if she refused to resist he would hurt her.

Once more, Kaehlin forced his body against hers, feeling the nakedness of her legs and thighs against his tightening leather pants, a satisfied sneer curling his upper lip.

�Kaehlin� what are you goi...�

But Am�naelihn did not finish her sentence, as it morphed into a shriek of surprised agony; his fangs pierced her breast; the sensitive skin drawing a shudder from her body. The tiefling sucked in her blood hungrily; it tasted good, sweet� it tasted of her. And she was his and only his; nobody else�s, not anymore. Where the fluid missed his tongue and lips, it began to flow down her chest, staining her tender skin scarlet. Am�naelihn moved her hands to beat at him, to free herself of the pain that was sending shudder after shudder down her body; but she was painfully reminded of the ropes binding her to the pillar as they cut sharply into her struggling wrists. The half-celestial could do nothing but whine as her one love drew blood from her body, his body pressed against hers between her legs. She could feel his leather-covered thighs pressing into hers, but she was afraid to enjoy the feeling, as she knew he would hurt her for it.

Kaehlin lifted his lips from hers breast, his mouth filled with her sweet blood, a pleasured grin on his bloodied lips. His eyes were on hers, glittering a dangerous crimson of satisfaction. Am�naelihn opened her mouth to speak; to plea with him, but he thrust his lips onto hers for the third time. But this time as he pushed his tongue to meet hers, she received a mouthful of her own blood. Taken by surprise, she tried to swallow the blood quickly to prevent choking on it, trying unsuccessfully to get her lips from his, to catch her breath if nothing else. But he would not allow it; she did not need breath for him to enjoy her lips, her tongue and her body.

It was not the first time he had surprised her within the last few minutes, but she had not been expecting it as his fingers slipped themselves into her; between her legs they stroked along the insides of her thighs before pushing inside her, teasing the soft flesh. A whimpered moan managed to escape past her lips, his tongue and the blood between them; his touch aroused her, but he did not care anymore� it aroused him too. The whip dropped from his hand, forgotten, as he moved his hand up to her head; stroking through her smooth white hair, his sharp fingers entangling themselves amongst the curly strand ends. He could feel the wetness of her on his fingers, and he liked it; it was unique to her, no other had ever been that way� not to him. She could feel his mind; he had forgotten hurting her now, he had become distracted. The tears did not stop streaming down her cheeks, staining the silky white skin as she opened her lips to him, meeting his tongue, her legs opening slowly for him.

And he pulled away from her.

Breathing heavily, Kaehlin stared at Am�naelihn, his eyelids slowly lifting as he tilted his head. He smirked softly, feeling the moisture of his hand and lips, feeling the blood dribbling down his chin from his fangs. The tiefling leant forward and placed his bloodied lips to the half-celestial�s ear.

�I love you.�

Am�naelihn stared at him, catching her breath, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly as she involuntarily shuddered. The thing that chilled her to the bone the most was that she knew he meant it.