Rose screamed, and it faded into yet another growl. Her right leg looped around his waist, soon followed by her left. He was so far inside her, she wondered if he could make it to her very core. He was damn close...

He tried going deeper, but he couldn't make it, her legs prevented him from moving any farther.

His hand ran down the entire length of her back and the hand that occupied her thigh started moving to the right, toward where the action was happening. The closer he got, the more she shuddered.

Finally, her legs came unwound and he could move. At last, he pushed as deep as he could go, and his mouth fell open slightly. His hand moved back up to her back, he had to support her, she had shuddered so violently she almost broke away from him.

Rose couldn't support herself, but he was holding her. Her fangs had cut her lip, letting blood trail down her chin, onto her breasts. Her muscles were still liquid, too loose to help her move.

He slowed down. He wasn't done, but he had to work to keep Rose from falling limply off the bed. He rolled over on top of her, and his weight sent him even deeper than he had gone before. He couldn't possibly go any farther.

She was limp, but still warm. With his free hand, he wiped away the blood on her chest and sucked it off his thumb. It tasted too good.

The shock of how far he was sent an even greater shiver through her, and she yelled. Her hand lashed out and grabbed the bedpost, and her grip on it grew so tight, her hands were purple. Her eyes had lost all color, and Travis' eyes were all green.

He moved his hand out from under her back, which now layed flat on the bed, and pushed it up against her side. She was a perfect hourglass shape.

Rose's body trembled as she fought to breathe. Her hand was getting numb, but it seemed like her grip on the post was her only tie to Earth. Rose whimpered and squirmed one more time before completly collapsing.

He was strained to speak. She looked almost unconcious.

"You..want me...to...stop...so you can...rest...?"

He slowed down, waiting for an answer.

"Can't... move..." Rose's shoulders buckled, making her look broken. "Need... help..."

He stopped and pulled out of her.

"What do...you need...?"

He was breathing so heavily he could hardly talk, and he still hadn't finished yet. He hoped she would feel better soon, very soon.

"Need... blood..." Her hands shook as she grabbed the sides of his face. She pulled up and her lips touched his jugular.

"Take as much as you need, I've got plenty to spare." He didn't expect her to get that joke, and he certainly didn't feel like explaining it to her.

He couldn't stay out of her, and as her lips pressed against his neck, he moved back into her.

Rose bit down and started sucking at his neck. Her body became more solid under him as she drew out more blood.

Her muscles went rigid, and Travis felt her sucking gently on his neck. It was so incredible feeling. Her mouth pulled away and she roused. She was strong now, and she pushed him backward, until he lay flat on his back. She got on top of him.

"I see your feeling well.."

"Of course." Rose's voice was husky. She trailed kisses down his chest, then over his shoulders and up to his mouth.

"Thats good to know, cause I'm starting to get tired...and I need your co-operation if I'm gonna get anywhere tonight."

He smiled as her lips brushed his entire body. She was pinning him down, and he was tired from all the work he'd been doing. He couldn't move to get inside her. She was to strong. What was she doing?

Rose's laugh was low and sexy. "My poor baby." She kissed his fang holes, already healing and smiled at him. "What do you want me to do?" Her fingers traced circles on his chest.