Chapter 38

“You’re a wild little thing aren’t you?” Oh how he needed wild tonight!

The first brush of her palms as she yanked the black leather downwards send frissions of electricity through his skin.

His hands stroked the silky thighs, opening so willingly, his fingers teasing the moistness on the lacy lingerie.

“Oh pleaasseee…I want to feel more….” She wiggled before him, trying to convince him to reach beneath the lace.

As his fingers slipped passed and rubbed the swollen nub, she cried out, her legs locking him to her, keeping him right there. Her hands hand a life of their own, stroking the steely shaft, her rhythm speeded up, her palms pressing harder, pumping harder.

Jon suddenly stepped away, hearing her unappreciative cry, he yanked her from the table, turning her around, he pressed into her back, splaying her out in front of him, his teeth itched as his eyes roamed the sweet swell of her buttocks. How easily his teeth would sink into those babies!

Standing there just watching she began to wriggle again, she was almost at the zenith of her pleasure and Jon’s refusal to touch her was robbing her of that.

A totally naked man stepped in between her thighs, his hands tucked at the mini skirt, taking with it the lacy obstruction.

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, the sexual aura this man was radiating was mind blowing, she was pulsing, hurting, yearning for everything he could give. His touch sparked over her skin, his voice made her soul tremble. He was an enigma on his own, something she had never came across and probably never will again and planned to make this last for as long as long as she possibly could.

The fizzle began again as Jon’s hands traced the generous cheeks of her buttock, widening his legs that few inches more, he watched as she bloomed for him, seeing the moist dewdrops shining on the dark curls.

The wicked side rose again and he snickered evilly as he brushed the soft curls, just enough so she could feel him there yet not enough to give her what she wanted. He was the devil reincarnated and he loved it!

“Is this for me?” another flick, she moaned.

“Yes!” She pressed closer but he wouldn’t have any of it and paused. Her body was quivering beneath him. Her nails clawing at the table as she fought for steadiness.

His magician hands rested on her shoulders, mapping their way slowly down her back, squeezing her sides gently, skimming the soft skin of her buttocks until they worked their way back up again.

She could feel his erection throbbing against her wetness and squirmed lustily against it.

She smiled as she heard the low groan.

“You want this, don’t you sweetheart? Your body is begging for me to take it….I want to hear you beg….Do you know how to? Beg?” He wasn’t playing nice of fair but could give a damn. It was his games, his rules.

Pushing up unto her hands, she braced herself, knowing that her sweet begging won’t go unanswered.

“I need you…I need you so much it hurts….please…fuck me.”

Her words spilled like sweet nectar in his ears and he felt his fangs inched just that little bit more, his body was on fire, he just had to calm the storm thrashing inside …

Stilling her with his hands on her hips, he watched as a sheen of sweat covered her back, her body heaving from lungs greedily sucking at the hot air around them.

His slam left them both breathless and shaking. Her scream slammed into his ears, a balm to his soul.

His strong rhythm pounded into her, lifting her from the table, off her feet. Strong hands clasped her upper body and dragged it backwards into the tight, hairy wall of his chest.

The stranger was in her, behind her, seemingly surrounding her body , assaulting her senses. His rhythm was powerful, his shaft fully seated within her, driving her to a point she wasn’t sure she would be able to return from.

Jon growled at the intense pleasure he felt but frustration was building, the intense hunger for blood suppressing all reasonable thought.

She felt strong fingers working on her scalp and when she felt the yank she didn’t feel pain but an intense ecstasy at this man’s unbridled pleasure. Sagging her head to one side she shuddered as the warmth of his tongue licked at her skin, his mouth sucking gently. To her it was the most erotic place a man could kiss a woman, seeing as he had found her favorite erogenous zone. To Jon it was the inauguration to a feeding ritual he’d been craving all night.

She experienced no pain as his fangs sunk into soft skin. Ripples of intense pleasure slammed into her core, contracting her womb mercilessly.

Her body slouched slightly, but his strength pulled her back, keeping her locked to him, giving his mouth full reign.

She was experiencing a high like no other, her limbs were wonderfully paralyzed, her body sluggish.

A deep sigh escaped her lips and Jon steadied her as she tumbled into the devastating trance he had thrown her mind into. Not willing to break contact with the sweet fountain of blood, he sagged onto his knees, settling her slack body onto his, biting firmly into her neck…..

Heavy eyelids flickered slowly. She was on her bed. How did she get here? The feeling of being watched had her turn her face, a smile breaking on her lips.

He was standing at the window in all naked glory, staring at the nightlife below while sucking on a cigarette. She watched in silence as the red of the cigarette glowed and then receded. Did men like him really exist or was she dreaming?

Lord please don’t wake me up!

“You passed out.” He was still turned with his back to her.

How did he….? Nevermind.

“I did? Wow! Does this happened often when you are around?” the smokiness in her voice was quite sexy.

His laughter popped tiny little bubbles in the pit of her stomach. Heat trickled at the apex of her thighs.

Oh no! Was she aroused again? So soon?

She stifled a giggle. Wouldn’t her girlfriends be jealous as hell to find out what she had been up to!

Her instant arousal stung his nose and for a moment he wanted to get dressed and get the hell out but the triumph of his achievement was still burning in his mind and he turned towards the dark haired beauty on the bed.

There was something to celebrate tonight alright… his return to the world of the living.

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Richie woke with a start. Something was wrong. Slipping off the couch, he sneaked into his room, careful not wake Ksenia.

He would have given anything to have her in his arms all night, but her vulnerable state and huge untrusting eyes gutted him and he gallantly offered his bed for the night, opting to sleep on the too short, too hard couch.

She was looking like an angel in her sleep, well a malnourished, hurt angel but an angel nonetheless. Not knowing what the reason was for his sudden unrest, he padded towards the bathroom to relief himself when Jon’s bed caught his eye.

It hadn’t been slept in! Richie’s stomach dropped to his feet, snagging the phone from the table he punched the number waiting for his voice but the phone went to voicemail.

It was way past daybreak and he wasn’t back!

“Jon if you get this, call me back.” Slamming the phone shut he began his endless pacing, imagining the horrors that could be preventing Jon from coming back.