"I want you to come with me," came his voice, hot against her ear. Despite their aching heat, his words sent strange chills down her spine. "I want you to leave this place forever."
          Markie, being cradled gently in her lover's embrace, couldn't help but shiver. The man responsible for her deflowering - a man whom she had met only hours before - looked up to gaze upon her.
          "I mean it," he said earnestly, and she believed him. His scarlet eyes met her own unblinkingly, and the intensity of it caused her to look away. He caught her by the chin, making her look at him again while he daringly traced her generous endowments with a silky, provactive touch. His digits, slowly and deliberately exploring the curves of her body, invoked a familiar, burning passion between her legs.
          Still, she resisted. "Vranphile..." it came out as a sigh, and her breath caught when his hands played her in a most seductive way. She looked to him suddenly, as if startled by her own body's response, and he smiled hungrily.
          "What?" He asked with almost boyish innocence. She flushed a deep pink as his hands continued to roam freely, biting back the urge to cry out. When she found the sense to look at him again, he wore a more serious expression. "What?" he insisted, eyes slightly narrowed, and she moaned. Holding her fast to the matress by her hips, he descended. "We haven't known each other long enough, is that the excuse?" he inquired, almost darkly. His pallid face, pressed flat against her lightly tanned stomach, was an unique contrast. "You saved my life," he said finally.
          "I... I was just doing my civic duty," Markie protested lamely. "They brought you to me.. and.. and I couldn't just turn you away--"
          Vranphile laughed, and it held little humor. "No," he said. "No, you don't understand, you silly girl. I need you." She looked down at him, surprised at his sudden vehemcence. Vranphile looked right back at her with dazzling zeal. "Wont you come with me? Please?" His eyes, bright with potential, fluttered closed as he gently settled inbetween her spread thighs.
          There was a sharp intake of breath, and Markie threw back her head and moaned. "Oh, anything... anything!"