So... Just going to post a tiny exert from my book. It's a slow-as-hell process to write it but I'm getting some interesting ideas.

--------

It felt like he was suddenly a predatory lion. Kneading the soft dough of my flesh, my skin pulsating with the raw need for his touch. Icy fingers traced shivery paths up and down my body, pausing momentarily as he looked up at me with dark eyes filled with mixed emotions. He wanted to continue- to play, to kiss and to touch; but I could sense the tension building as he silently struggled with a desire darker than lust and stronger than love.

"Are you sure?", he whispered softly in the darkness, his voice deeper than normal and heavy with arousal.

I nodded, afraid that the uncertainty in my voice would give me away. Yes, this is what I wanted but fear lay just below the surface; fear that I would become like the many others he had known. He smiled softly as if knowing my internal conflict, and slowed down all the while keeping his eyes on my face. I knew he was searching it for some reason to abandon the new-found desire, anything to keep from doing the one thing he had so desperately fought to avoid.

"Breathe", he said finally, trying to suppress a laugh. I hadn't been aware that I was holding my breath until my lungs screamed for air and I inhaled sharply.

My desire for him surprised me; my pulse quickened with every touch as if begging me to give him all of me, everything I could give as a woman and as a mortal. That pulse, betraying me and laying my mortality bare. If it were anyone else, I would have been afraid, but not of him... rather that at some point he would get the signal he needed and leave me to my mortal sentence; never tasting of the immortal kiss.

...and though I feared he would stop, the reassuring look in his face kept me from crying out the words that I've said too often in my life, "Don't leave me!". He wanted it too, of that I was completely sure.

Sliding his hand up my body, he slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Cold muscle encased me as he lovingly parted my hair away from my face and trailed kisses along my jawbone. A shiver I couldn't repress rippled through me and though I could not decipher if it was from cold or arousal, it caused me to give an appreciative moan. Despite not being able to see it, I knew Darien was smiling.

"Don't be afraid Love, never of me...", He said softly into my ear as he slid into me. Ice melting into heated flesh, the ultimate juxtapositioning, as he simultaneously bit down on my throat. Vulnerable flesh popped audiably as blood rushed forth from the tiny incision and it was then as he brought me to new heights, as his cold seed spilled into me, my body suddenly felt like it was engulfed in fire. My mind falling into shadow as I readied myself for the onslaught instore; "The body must die as a way for you to live".