As Nick began to draw the life from Natalie's veins, within his mind, something gently nudged at him. Stop. Now.
But I don't want to... The taste of her was intoxicating. To stop would mean to cease the sensation that her blood flowing in his veins gave him. In this way, he could know her better than she knew herself. Everything about her was open to him as her blood flowed freely against his tongue.
If you truly love her, you'll stop before you kill her, that niggling feeling insisted. Before he was even sure of what he was doing, he found himself releasing her. Tenderly, his fangs slipped from her pliant neck as his still partially-erect shaft withdrew. He lovingly licked the twin wounds he had created upon her and, with the restorative quality present in his saliva, the puncture marks closed till they resembled mere scars.
Natalie slowly opened her eyes and, dazed from the experience, closed them again as if to ward off the dim light present in the room. She slightly loosened her grip on him, murmuring contentment as he traced kisses from the site of the marks to her lips. The kiss that occured when their mouths met lacked the fire of their union, as she was spent. He nuzzled her, softly uttering words describing his love for her in as many languages as he knew, all manner of endearments coming to mind with an unexpected flood of emotion.
He altered his position so as to not crush her slight frame with his bulk. She would recover now, he knew. He had stopped himself before he could take too much. What she needed at this moment was rest. For a moment, he allowed himself to drift into a reverie. If this coupling was possible, then could offspring be far behind? If she accepted the prospect, then nothing would give him greater pleasure than to become her husband, and to father any children they might have in the future.
There would be a way. Somehow, they would get through all that stood against them and would achieve those long dearly-held dreams. It was only a question of time.
Unbeknownst to the lovers, a figure enveloped in the shadows of the early evening had seen the last of their consummation from outside the window. The figure scowled upon the tender image revealed of the golden-haired vampire holding his beloved close to him. And so it begins, the adversary thought. Enjoy it while it lasts, Nicolas, for you shall not have her for long.