I gripped her neck firmly with one hand. A chill ran down her spine, and Emily looked up at me with those sad blue eyes, neither begging for release, or for more.
It was that night, I realized her devotion to me, how far she would go for me, and how she would be mine forever. Lovers before, or lovers after, it was never like this. For me or for her.
She kissed my bare chest with her warm lips. The woman I would never have was spellbound by my words and captivated by my actions. Was it the same for her? She answered my question with the look in her eyes. Emily pulled me out of my trance with her teeth grazing my nipple. I took in a deep breath and pulled her body closer. And then I looked into her fathomless eyes. There were no words for that moment. It was not love, nor lust, nor anything else that lovers associate with. It was her soul looking into my soul. It was the purest moment I had ever lived. And it never once occurred to me, that it was all imagined. Her body was proof, that it was real: The flesh that caressed mine, the legs that wrapped around mine, the lips that craved me, and the fact that she can never say no to me. I never anticipated she would take not only my love, but my life. And I didn’t resist, when she cut my left wrist deeply and drank from me just like as if she were a vampire. Sure I wanted to fight it, but the waves of faintness coursed through my head soon after she cut me. I felt her fade away. Her warmth oozed out of me. I gave in to death, just as I had given in to her.