With Zoey apart of the moment, responding to what he did, it gave him the utmost satisfaction. Changing positions, giving the sex a little more spice, got him going and let him end with as many orgasms as his partner. His bright blue eyes traced delicately over her features, finger tips brushing softly against her skin, touching the delicate curves of her body, mesmerizing her in detail. He smiled when she responded to his cuddling, liking her arms as they wrapped around him. He buried his face into her blonde hair, inhaling her sweet smell. When she whispered he chuckled softly, amused by her satisfaction, his voice still husky. His groin throbbed, though as he relaxed so did his erection. Part of him craved to bite her, just to take a taste of her exotic blood, but he knew then she would go crazy, and that truly would ruin his moment. It boosted his ego to hear her pleasure and see the satisfaction in her glittering eyes. Then fulfilled his lust; traditional, to her being on top, even a little doggy style. Even he felt exhaustion, and he did not even feel energy to climb in the shower to wash off the sweet and the blood that had rubbed off from Zoey's body. He loved having a bed buddy and not having to worry about commitments. He felt like some great man, and Zoey was his mistress, though he never even had the original wife, but the passion between him and Zoey seemed right.

"Explain yourself Zoey, what makes you tick...?"

he spoke huskily with mild curiosity. He wanted to know how a woman came about to be created the way she was, to act the way she did, she was so foreign, and he wished to understand. Somewhat.

It seemed like Zoey's life was one tragedy after another. First off he pitied her for being born human, but probably from her religious views she had been born an angel and he had been born a devil. Simple as that. Then being told who to marry, and then the person being a best friend who could not put out in the bed. It sounded horrid, and then losing a child and husband. He could only imagine the pain, because he knew nothing of having been married or children. It just was not something that interested him, and he grimaced at the pain he endured. It seemed after losing her husband though, things were normal, until getting bit of course. As he thought of it though, he could not have imagined anything better to happen to her. To grow old in an abbey or be reborn and be able to truly live without parents controlling her life or getting to know people who could die. As vampires, she was safe not to lose other vampires, unless she got mixed up with ones who could not hide from the hunters. He held her close during her story, shaking his head at misfortunes. In the end though, when she able to put on a smile he smirked. He lifted her chin and placed a passionate kiss on her lips, proud of the the woman he chose.

"What else do you wanna tell me Zo?"

he asked curiously. He could not imagine things being much worse than her past, and he hoped Whittaker would house only happiness for Zoey

Marcus looked at her with gentle eyes when she questioned him. It was an open ended question, his life was unending, the story still was not over. He shrugged his shoulders though, and sat up to rest against the headboard, his arms holding Zoey a little more loosely now.

"What is there to tell? Both my parents were vampires, I was born due to a fit of passion. If I've had learned anything in my life vampires never are..."safe". Anyways, I aged quickly, so I was unable to attend school, so I was always running around my little town as some errand boy. A man of the king's army noticed my strength, and I was immediately drafted. My parents made me stay in, said it would be good for my ability to resist blood..."

he started, looking down at Zoey. He grinned and bent his head, his lips near her neck. He pulled back his lips to reveal his sharp fangs, skimming them against her skin, careful to not break the skin.

"Human blood that is..."

he said huskily. He pulled back his head, shaking it as he tried to get back to the story.

"Anyways. I did fairly well in the army, I obviously survived every injury and quickly grew in rank. The way I matured finally from a teenager into a grow man so quickly scared my fellow men, but they thought it was the war hardening me. I resisted blood easily, and when men of my group began getting old, I took all the jewels and earnings I had received from the king and ran, before people got too suspicious. I've never been the coven type, my birth coven my first coven, so I usually just stayed in towns for a short period of time, and when suspicions aroused I moved. Finally deciding to settle I stumbled upon...Kyra and Whittaker and decided to stay. I do not talk silly sophisticated nonsense with the others, which would be why you would not see me around. I was usually out in the gardens reading, out hunting, or other things. I do not care being locked in a mansion all the time..."

Marc explained. He felt simple, his life had always been simple and easy. Being rich and old made him a gentleman, being in war made him logical and a well equipped vampire. He had never stayed with a woman long enough for personal affections and certainly not for children. Most of the time he pulled out, and he had not even thought of it until now that he mentioned the circumstances of his birth. He did not worry much, deciding something was probably wrong with Zoey, the reason why she lost her last child. He saw her as a permanent birth control, and it made him all the more excited about their...friendship. A friends with benefits sort of thing.

It was nearly the middle of the day, the sunlight hidden behind thick curtains. As he laid in silence, he began thinking of the silly stories rumored up about vampires. That the sunlight would burn then to a crisp, false, they did not go out in sunlight because many were practically albino and the fact that their beauty and air would be too distracting. Too much attention than what was wanted. Then there was silly things like being unable to stand garlic or silver. What was that? He carried around a silver handled dagger all the time, and he enjoyed garlic bread when he ate pasta on his human swings. He could truly make no sense of those silly little stories, and it left him in shock and thought, that was until Zoey slipped out from under the sheets and moved to the wardrobe to get dressed. He watched her with fascinated eyes, tracing each delicate curve as he mesmerized her beautiful tan frame. It was pure lust this male held for Zoey, and he was no good at hiding his attraction for her, thought she might not see lust, but the other 'L' word. When she was dressed he smiled at her appropriately chosen clothes and slipped out of the bed as well, pulling on his jeans and button up shirt that had been abandoned on the floor. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and looked in a mirror, coming a hand through his chocolate brown locks to send them spiking in a million directions. He sighed and smirked, reminded of another story, how vampires could not see there reflection. Absolutely crazy talk. He pulled away from the mirror and turned to look at Zoey.

"I guess it is my luck you have been hidden away for centuries, just waiting on me. Waiting for your knight to return,"

he teased with a fanged grin, giving her a playful wink. His hand cuped her cheek as she sat on the side of the bed and he kissed her cheek. His hand then slid back to comb through her blonde hair as he met her lips in a short but passionate kiss. Pulling back he licked his lips, like she tasted good.