Opening her mouth to retort, he shot down, sealing it with his lips. Ciara felt the undeniable slice as his fangs nicked through her lips. The salty taste of her blood mingled with the surge of his tongue tangling with hers. His hands knotted in her hair, tugging, stroking, tugging, stroking...
An array of colour exploded in his head as her blood trickled down his throat, awaking the hungry urge slumbering in his stomach. His lips latched onto her juicy, plump lip, sucking hungrily as her blood trickled from the tiny puncture.
Ciara was waiting for death to come but just as she had feared he took his time. She was thoroughly nibbled at, almost sniffed to death and the leisurely way he licked her send her heart into a new beat. His low, possessive growl should have scared her but it didn’t, not in the least, in fact she welcomed it. She felt...needed, the way his body grinded against hers, making her feel like she was his, completely, irrevocably his.
Air brushed the top of her mounts and she arched upwards, his tongue was like warm honey on her skin. His head dipped in between her breasts and she moaned, her moan was abruptly stifled by a piercing cry. A stinging burn pooled on her breast as she stiffened. Her eyes shot down towards the pain and she gasped, glowing shards of ice watched her intently while his mouth sucked rhythmically.
Terror overwhelmed the sweetness of her blood and Jon detached from her skin, her blood trickling down the side of his mouth. His head lowered again and she embraced herself waiting for the burn. The burn was replaced by a languorous lick of that velvety tongue of his, his head whipped up, a strange grin on his face.
“I won’t seal this completely. I want you to remember me when you see this, feel it when you take a bath. “ the soft purr was that of an animal not of the handsome man so intimately close to her.
You don’t have to leave marks, I cannot forget about you, even if I tried.
She blinked the thought away...too late.
The fanged smile was blinding, the reason for it not known to her. His moods were so complex, she didn’t know what to expect next, one moment the concerned lover and the next a roaring beast.
Her eyes fell on the blood on his lips, without thinking she reached out, brushing it towards his mouth.
A snarl lashed out in the air and she cried out as she received a vicious bite to her thumb. The pain was much less than the shock and by the look in his eyes her dismay was mirrored in his stormy eyes.
He pounced onto her bleeding hand in a split second, drawing blood so fast, she could feel needles and pins shooting down her arm.
Gone was the gentleness, the beast was back, towering above her, taking its fill from her veins.
“God NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He slammed against the wall of her bedroom, his eyes wild.
“I’m going to kill you....I’m need to...I have to go.” His body was heaving, his eyes wild.
She blinked and he was gone.
~~
David heard one hell of a raucous in the room next door. Rushing next door, David walked into the slightly ajar door.
A wild eyed, mushy haired Jon stood in the middle of the room. His face swung his way and he gasped. The smell of blood was overwhelming and the evidence was running down Jon’s mouth down his throat into his chest. The t-shirt was a goner, ripped to shreds.
“What the fuck Jon?”
“I almost killed her, Jesus! I almost ripped her hand right off.” Jon’s knees hit the carpet with a dull thud.
“What’s going on? Who is she? Someone I know?” fear pitched his voice a tad higher.
“Ciara.” Jon looked so tired, so damn hopeless.
“Did I miss something, cause I dunno the name from shit Jon.” He leaned forward, coaxing Jon to get up. He leaned heavily on David and as they neared the couch, he slammed down into it. His head whipping back.
“I met her a few weeks ago. I almost killed her then and tonight....” his voice faltered.
“Do you do this often? Feeding more than once from someone?”
He shook his head.
Leaning closer, he spoke softly, the blood was churning his stomach. He wished his nose had an off- switch.
“What makes her so special then?”
Staring at the ceiling, he whispered. “Fuck knows but I can’t forget her, I can’t feed from someone else. I just...FUCK!”
“You’re fucked.”
“I know.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Can you please for God’s sake wash the blood off your face.”
“Why? You wanna lick?” Jon snorted but stood up nonetheless.
“Eat shit. I might smell it a mile away but I don’t like it. Go wash the crap off.”
He came back a while later, clean face and no shirt. Drops glistened on his chest.
“Do we need to get worried now Jon? I mean with the band and all?”
The thought had crossed his mind before.
“I don’t think so, but one thing I know for sure is that the potion doesn’t help shit where Ciara is concerned. “
“Stay away from her then.”
The silence between them seemed to stretch out endlessly, two pairs of blue eyes locked.
“I can’t.”
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Chapter 74
Ciara slammed the front door shut, locking the door firmly, she turned to deposit the shopping bag in the kitchen. She walked back towards the front door doing a quick once over to make sure she didn’t miss any lock.
Rummaging through the paper bag, she found her treasure, headache pills. She’s been living off them since that night...a shiver of fear shot down her spine. Chucking two tablets down her throat, she started unpacking her groceries. Glaring at the packages lying on the cupboard before her, she reached for the frozen pizza. UGH!
Looking at her gaunt reflection in the eye level oven’s door, she knew she had to eat tonight even if it has to be a greasy pizza.
A wave of light-headedness swooped through her and she grabbed the edge of the cupboard behind her.
Flashing images of him speared into her mind. She could never understand them. Music, lights, screaming crowds, a dark headed man with a Stetson and those flashing blue eyes...
She waited it out, knew that the wooziness would fade soon enough. What was all these visions about...could she call it that? Maybe she was going insane, the vampire’s bite made her loose her mind? She stroked the soft scars in her neck, thinking about the two puncture wounds refusing to disappear from the insides of her thigh. Those marks were her constant reminder that that night was not her imagination, somehow saving her from completely going insane but it was also increasing her fear that he might come back and finish the job.
Where was he? Was he well? Was he thinking off her?
WHAT in the HELL am I thinking?
He didn’t have feelings, he was a predator, a blood drinking creature. He took what he wanted and moved on. That’s it.
You are so wrong.
Oh hell no! Where did that come from? Are wrong? About what?
There was no answer this time, confirming her suspicions that she might be losing it big time. Looking at the pizza one more time she huffed. The verdict is out, no pizza tonight, her stomach wouldn’t be able to handle it anyway.
A cup of java and a biscuit or two would have to do.
Opening the kitchen window, Ciara called out to her companion.
“Garfield! Come boy! Time to eat...ssspppsssssspppppsssss!”
Filling the kittybowl , one with food and the other with a treat of milk, she heard the rustling at the window.
“It’s about time Mr.! Come on now...” She turned...nothing. “I heard you fatty, are you too lazy to jump up?” Snorting loudly, she unlocked the backdoor, moving out of the way so the furball could get in.
There was no sign of her cat, worried that he might be injured she walked out, calling out to him.
“Garfield....come sweetie...spspspspspspssssssssss.” Feeling a bit annoyed at the silly cat, she suddenly felt the hair in her neck prick.
Something was behind her and it wasn’t Garfield!
“Hello Ciara.” That voice! The centre of her dreams and nightmares of the last couple of weeks was standing behind her!
Twirling around she swallowed, the scream lodging in her throat. He was standing there, as big as life itself, his eyes glittering from the darkness.
Her body swung into motion and her feet pedalled backwards, heading for the backdoor. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest as nausea pushed up her throat.
The slam of the door and the turn of the lock brought some relief. She stood frozen, waiting for him to come crashing through at any moment.
“Do you really think you can run away from me?” His lips touched the lobe of her ear and her knees buckled even her screech sounded pitiful in her ears.
“Oh please God, not this again, please no.” Her eyeballs ached as her eyelids scrunched tightly.
“Did I hurt you in any way? “ Jon’s hands were itching to touch her but he refrained.
The slight shake of her head brought a smile to his face. She was positively horrified, too scared to even move her head properly.
A sudden rush of hunger flashed through Jon and he nipped at the soft shell of her ear, feeling her shudder as a trickle of blood smeared onto his tongue.
“Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh.....yesssssssssss.....” he snarled, gripping her arms, he pulled her back into his chest, capturing her. He was hungry... hungry as hell for her!
Winding one arm around her waist, he took his free hand, brushing the soft tresses aside. Her veins were bulging in her neck, ticking wildly, inviting him to taste.
Grabbing her chin, he turned her face towards his, feeling the rush of her breath blowing against his lips. The pink poutiness showed just a hint of white underneath and he licked his lips, suddenly dry mouthed. Wide emeralds demanded his attention and he gave it just that...lowering ever so slowly, he brushed the soft lids, feeing the soft bristles of her lashes tickle his lips.
Her body softened momentarily and her weight shifted. She was in a dead faint.
Sliding her weight into his arms, he marched towards the bedroom, laying her down on the soft sheets moments later. Jon found himself staring at her beauty. Hunger roared in his ears but for the life of him he couldn’t get himself so far as to actually feed from her. What if he couldn’t stop this time, he had tasted her sweet essence, she was a drug he just couldn’t give up. His craving for her was destructive in its nature, threatening to destroy everything he had worked so hard at achieving since he had turned.
A tiny grunt had his eyes on her. The moment she saw him, she cringed. She could see him even in the darkness of the room.
“Are you here to kill me...finish the job?” he was drowning in her shimmering pools.
“I don’t know...yet.” his fangs flashed and she gulped. Why did he scare her even more? She was terrified out of her mind and still he wanted to...
He wanted to tell her how he craved making love to her, how gentle he’d be...but the darkness inside him loved the smell of fear, even the pain. He didn’t want it for her though never for her...
“Make it quick, if you need to do this, at least make it painless.” Her chin jutted upwards, pride shone in her eyes. She would not beg, if she had to die this way, so be it.
Her stubbornness lit a match in Jon’s body and he surged forward, trapping her on the mattress as his hands pushed down beside her face. Fangs protruded all the way passed his lips, his eyes blazing. He liked feisty!
“YOU don’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t do...I’ll take you just as I see fit. I like the fire in you, it might make for a spicy dinner.” He sniffed at her neck, scraping his fangs along the little pulsing river.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Chapter 73
Since that night Richie had seen the predator returning in his friend’s eyes. The restlessness was back and it scared the shit out of Richie. Everything was going so well these last couple of years, the potion did its work. The violence was barely visible anymore, though Richie wasn’t fooled. Jon wasn’t feeding that much these days either, and when he did, it was quick and clean but he always knew the viciousness was lingering under the surface, maybe it was giving him and the band a false sense of security but hell it was working...until now.
After the pub outing, Jon had pulled back into himself, becoming suddenly secretive and absentminded. Where the band usually spends some evenings together, Jon would all of a sudden make an excuse and would left abruptly never to be seen again until he was needed the next day.
~~~
A cool breeze lifted his blond bangs, the only part moving on the statuesque standing in the shadows. Glittering orbs shone in the dark night, trained on the small apartment across the street. She was at home again tonight, like all the other nights except the night he saw her for the first time. She was a loner it seemed, the same girl came over once or twice but other than that, no men. He liked that, he marvelled in it, why, he wasn’t so sure.
His body stiffened as her voice pealed through the window. Moments later a big old ginger cat jumped onto the window, its tail high in welcome of its mistress. It seemed everything in her life worked like clockwork, even the ginger pussy came home on time.
He felt himself drawn towards the window, wishing he could be the one receiving such a warm welcome, he moved closer. Her hand slid over the ginger coat, whispering softly as she watched her pet drank its milk. Jon shivered as he imagined the same hand stroking his skin...his growl slipped involuntary from his lips. The ginger face turned his way, its pupils dilating as it focused on him. Lips pulled back and a vicious hiss told him to back off.
“What’s it big boy?” She enquired lightly, turning her head as she realised the cat’s focus point.
Jon slipped back into the shadows. Damn cat!
The window clicked as she turned the catch. The rush of curtains shut him out and he balled his fists. Abandoned, unwanted...FUCK!
He waited until the last light died down and made his way towards the hotel room, his body bemoaning its state of starvation.
~~~
“Now what ya gonna do bro’?” It was clear Jon wasn’t going to let this go very soon. He had fed and fucked her and still it wasn’t enough. What now?
“Not fucked...made love. There is a fucking difference. You should take the time to figure out the difference.” He snapped irritatingly at Richie.
“Stay outta my head, then you don’t have to correct me all the fucking time.” He drawled. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t stay out of Richie’s head. It took a hell of alot of concentration to do that and he had to admit he lacked in that department these days.
Dragging his finger through the blondness he sighed.
“I don’t fucking know, I was hoping you would tell me.” Hopelessness reigned in the blue depths.
“Maybe another feed should cure you? Or maybe not, she might not make it this time....hhmmm. Why not try another chick?”
“Try that, didn’t work. I couldn’t swallow the shit.”
“Maybe it was just that particular girl?”
A cynical laugh cracked from his lips.
“I was never fussy before, wh y now?”
A light flicked in Richie’s eyes.
“Was she maybe a virgin?”
“Fuck no! Richie! What the hell!?” Jon threw him a disgusted look but the smile broke through.
“I’m just trying to help ok! Fuck.... How would you know anyway. ” he rolled his eyes.
A thought struck his mind... Unsoiled...untouched by man...
He could smell it on her, her womb was sterile, untouched by a man for quite a while.
“Maybe you’re right....IN SOME WAY.” He rushed the words to keep Richie’s whoop at bay. “ She isn’t a virgin but she hasn’t been with a man for quite a while. Maybe that’s the attraction.
Richie’s eyes grew twice its size. “Ok, I DON’T wanna know how you figured that out!” He could just imagine Jon sniffing like a dog....oh no he wasn’t going there!
“I smell it you asshole and definitely not like a damn dog! ” Jon looked at him from lowered eyelids, he was tapping into her energy again. She was upset about something and it stung his mind, he couldn’t ignore it, she was inside him, all around him, she WAS him.
“Jon?” Richie nudged the spaced out man next to him. He was acting really fucking weird.
“She was upset about something.”
“You’re not making sense my man!”
Shaking his head, he felt her emotions ripple down his spine into nothingness.
“Just now, she was upset and it punched me upside the head. I can’t control it, it just happens. Any major emotion she feels and I’m smacked against the forehead with a stops sign until I pay attention. It’s fucking me up! I cant concentrate, I cant eat! She rules me, she even screwed with my tastebuds... a witch, maybe that’s what she is a voodoo witch or somethin’.”
After the pub outing, Jon had pulled back into himself, becoming suddenly secretive and absentminded. Where the band usually spends some evenings together, Jon would all of a sudden make an excuse and would left abruptly never to be seen again until he was needed the next day.
~~~
A cool breeze lifted his blond bangs, the only part moving on the statuesque standing in the shadows. Glittering orbs shone in the dark night, trained on the small apartment across the street. She was at home again tonight, like all the other nights except the night he saw her for the first time. She was a loner it seemed, the same girl came over once or twice but other than that, no men. He liked that, he marvelled in it, why, he wasn’t so sure.
His body stiffened as her voice pealed through the window. Moments later a big old ginger cat jumped onto the window, its tail high in welcome of its mistress. It seemed everything in her life worked like clockwork, even the ginger pussy came home on time.
He felt himself drawn towards the window, wishing he could be the one receiving such a warm welcome, he moved closer. Her hand slid over the ginger coat, whispering softly as she watched her pet drank its milk. Jon shivered as he imagined the same hand stroking his skin...his growl slipped involuntary from his lips. The ginger face turned his way, its pupils dilating as it focused on him. Lips pulled back and a vicious hiss told him to back off.
“What’s it big boy?” She enquired lightly, turning her head as she realised the cat’s focus point.
Jon slipped back into the shadows. Damn cat!
The window clicked as she turned the catch. The rush of curtains shut him out and he balled his fists. Abandoned, unwanted...FUCK!
He waited until the last light died down and made his way towards the hotel room, his body bemoaning its state of starvation.
~~~
“Now what ya gonna do bro’?” It was clear Jon wasn’t going to let this go very soon. He had fed and fucked her and still it wasn’t enough. What now?
“Not fucked...made love. There is a fucking difference. You should take the time to figure out the difference.” He snapped irritatingly at Richie.
“Stay outta my head, then you don’t have to correct me all the fucking time.” He drawled. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t stay out of Richie’s head. It took a hell of alot of concentration to do that and he had to admit he lacked in that department these days.
Dragging his finger through the blondness he sighed.
“I don’t fucking know, I was hoping you would tell me.” Hopelessness reigned in the blue depths.
“Maybe another feed should cure you? Or maybe not, she might not make it this time....hhmmm. Why not try another chick?”
“Try that, didn’t work. I couldn’t swallow the shit.”
“Maybe it was just that particular girl?”
A cynical laugh cracked from his lips.
“I was never fussy before, wh y now?”
A light flicked in Richie’s eyes.
“Was she maybe a virgin?”
“Fuck no! Richie! What the hell!?” Jon threw him a disgusted look but the smile broke through.
“I’m just trying to help ok! Fuck.... How would you know anyway. ” he rolled his eyes.
A thought struck his mind... Unsoiled...untouched by man...
He could smell it on her, her womb was sterile, untouched by a man for quite a while.
“Maybe you’re right....IN SOME WAY.” He rushed the words to keep Richie’s whoop at bay. “ She isn’t a virgin but she hasn’t been with a man for quite a while. Maybe that’s the attraction.
Richie’s eyes grew twice its size. “Ok, I DON’T wanna know how you figured that out!” He could just imagine Jon sniffing like a dog....oh no he wasn’t going there!
“I smell it you asshole and definitely not like a damn dog! ” Jon looked at him from lowered eyelids, he was tapping into her energy again. She was upset about something and it stung his mind, he couldn’t ignore it, she was inside him, all around him, she WAS him.
“Jon?” Richie nudged the spaced out man next to him. He was acting really fucking weird.
“She was upset about something.”
“You’re not making sense my man!”
Shaking his head, he felt her emotions ripple down his spine into nothingness.
“Just now, she was upset and it punched me upside the head. I can’t control it, it just happens. Any major emotion she feels and I’m smacked against the forehead with a stops sign until I pay attention. It’s fucking me up! I cant concentrate, I cant eat! She rules me, she even screwed with my tastebuds... a witch, maybe that’s what she is a voodoo witch or somethin’.”
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Chapter 72
Three weeks earlier…
Two asses hit the soft padding of the pub chairs. Dark ,weary eyes floated across the room, thankful for the darkly lit place and the private corner the wide eyed waitress had shown them as soon as they walked through the door. A jumble of cigarette aromas and heavy perfumes assaulted his nose and Richie scrunched his eyes as the grey whirls stung his eyes.
“Are you getting old on me asshole?”
His head turned towards the alert blue eyes across the table. Sometimes he wished he could have the energy of a vampire…just a tiny bit…AND NOT HAVE HIM READ HIS DAMN THOUGHTS ALL THE TIME!!!!
“You don’t want any of it, believe me my brother.” Sadness flitted across the handsome face, burying itself in the flashing blue depths.
Richie could swear he felt Jon slip from his thoughts...
Richie snorted. “ Easy for you to say wide-eye- I’m- ready –to- go- 24/7! Humans need their rest man, tonight’s gig kicked my ass to the ground bro’. I need to crash big time!”
“Arrgghh stop whining like a girl and drink up!” He pushed the full glass towards him.
“Just one…maybe two and I’m gone…deal?”
“Yeah, yeah, granpa.” Jon’s smile disappeared behind his glass. Jon’s eyes flashed suddenly, his eyes losing focus on Richie’s face as he zoomed onto something behind Richie’s back.
“Well fuck me.”, left his mouth in a breathy rush.
Richie craned his neck. Whatever it was had Jon’s full attention. It had to be a woman…She was a woman alright, a willowy, mahogany curled woman with a smile good enough to turn your stomach to knots and your mind to x- rated visions of entwined bodies in sweatsoaked sheets.. Damn she was hot, not his type though but hot enough to notice.
“She is mine.”
Richie didn’t even have to turn to know that Jon was fully fanged and flashing eyes. The testosterone was bouncing of him in spicy scents, a scent Richie had become accustomed to these past years.
Jon sat silently his face stony as he concentrated, the glass forgotten between his fingers.
“So is this my cue to leave?” Richie snickered. This might be his chance to get outta here.
No answer.
Richie swigged at his glass, his eyes trained on his friend. Some would have run like hell, seeing someone like this but that’s how he knew him, Jon the predator, zeroing in, stalking his next joyride.
Jon felt his heart bounce in his chest. Never before had any woman exuded so much sex appeal like this one. It slapped him in the face, yet it wasn’t visible to the humans, gauging by the cool demeanour she treated any interested party.
The way she cocked her head as she listened to her friend talking or the soft, secretive smile on those luscious lips had his pulse racing like an untamed stallion. He tilted his nose heavenwards ... and her smell….god the scent wafting towards him was unknown territory to his brain receptors! Her eyes shifted and for a fleeting moment his heart stopped. Evergreen emeralds shimmered his way but soon deserted his stare, resting softly on her girlfriend’s face.
“Oooookkk…I’m NOT needed here. I’m gonna hit the hay bro’. You drool or feast or fuck in peace whatever you feel like. See ya tomorrow?”
“Yeah…tomorrow…” His eyes never left her face.
God! Was he salivating?! He sucked in his breath, she was captivating…mysterious...
An hour or so later and five glasses of wine brewing in his stomach, Jon stood up. She was on her way out and alone it seemed. His fingers were itching to touch those shiny curls rustling at her back, yearning to feel the warmth of her skin…
Following her outside he kept his distance as she made her way towards the dark parking lot, her heels clicking in the stillness of the night, matching his galloping heart.
A breeze caught hold of her hair and lifted it gently, breezy fingers played with her strands, sending a strong whiff of woman towards him. A low growl escaped his throat before he realised and her head whipped around.
“Hello? Anybody there?” Nervousness pitched her voice and he shivered…fear…oh sweet divine fear...
Rumbling through her handbag, her fingers met the familiar feel of her car keys, gripping them tightly, she yanked it out of her bag and kept marching. Someone was watching her, she could feel their eyes on her back. Panic barbwired through her insides and her heels clicked even faster.
Touching the roof of her car, she sighed, struggling to get the keyhole, she felt her keys slip from her hands. A hopeless cry bubbled from her lips as she bent down frantically.
He was right there, his face hovering above the soft curls, feeling the coils brush against his face.
“Lost your keys?” A low, raspy voice brushed over her nerves.
Jumping slightly, she reared back in alarm.
“Y..yeah..I did.”
She tried to focus on the stranger’s face to no avail. It was a dark night and the broken streetlights didn’t help either...his voice tweaked something inside her.
“Let me?” Fear speared into his chest , her fear, he swallowed.
A tingle of cold steel clanking together brought a wave of relief and she giggled nervously.
“Oh thank God!” She held out her hand, a thankful smile lighting up her beautiful face up until the flash of blue shards turned her heart to cold fear.
“Here you go.” His smile was blinding, his scent so alluring, she felt drawn to the stranger.
The weight of the keys snapped her out of her daydreaming and she smiled again.
“Thanks so much!”
He nodded, waving his hand towards the car he said: “Better get going. Its never a good idea for a beautiful lady to be out alone at night.”
His exterior was that of a gentleman, interior he was in a tumultuous battle with himself, everything inside him wanted to feed, to take the soft curves of the woman before him, easing his ever present lust. His mind kept him at bay, denying the beast what he craved most.
The roar of the car shook him to the core. She was leaving! Why couldn’t he just take her?
“Goodnight…and …uuum thank you.” Her voice drifted through the open window.
Dipping his blond head slightly, he watched as she drove off.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Chapter 71
As if it never happened, the coiled body slumped, his shoulders hunched over in hopeless display.
“The shirt…..the damn buttons…” his hands clamped open and shut rhythmically, his nails biting into his palms.
Richie stepped forward, holding out a small brown paper bag in his hand. Watching his friend’s heaving body, he coaxed.
“Take this bro’. You know you need it. Stop being so fucking stubborn man!”
Staring precariously at the package he shook his head.
“It doesn’t work anymore Rich. It just doesn’t. I don’t fucking know what happened, but that shit aint working no more.” Fear crept into his voice.
Not ready to let it go, he shoved it closer.
“The old man changed the mixture. For fuck’s sake just drink the damn stuff. Just try it. He will keep on changing it until it works again!”
Before Richie knew, the package flew across the room and crashed noisily against the floor. Thick, orangy syrup oozed from the ripped bag, a sickly odor filling the room.
He turned back only to be faced with a pissed Jon, dagger like teeth protruding from his lips, his eyes gleaming like jewels in the moonlight.
“What the fuck don’t you understand?! It doesn’t work!!!” The length of his fangs caused him to lisp.
“Ok…ok..damn. Stick those ugly ass fangs back where they belong and lets sit down and talk.” The compassionate grip on the shoulder did its work and he watched, amazed as the fangs disappeared and the eyes gentled.
Chuckling at his friend, he nodded towards the heap on the floor.
“You gonna take another try putting on a shirt or you gonna cause havoc and walk down the street shirtless?” He sauntered towards the cupboard, choosing a t-shirt.
“No buttons this time ok?” he threw it towards the now smiling Jon.
“Why do you put up with my shit?” He dragged the material over his head.
“Cause I have nothing else to do with my time? Does that one work for you? Good enough answer?” he waggled dark eyebrows playfully, scrunching up his mouth.
“Yeah, good enough. Coffee?”
Returning with two steamy mugs of coffee, he scolded at the tiny bottle placed ever so carefully on the coffee table.
Richie seemed at ease with his long legs stretched out before him, his heels balanced on the edge of the coffee table, his hand locked behind his head, but Jon wasn’t fooled.
“Drink it.”
“You are a sneaky bastard aint ya?”
“I’m a man with a plan my brother…always, you should remember it.”
“Yeah I should.” He crashed into the couch next to him, grabbing the bottle.
“You know how bad this shit tastes?” he pulled a face, shaking the bottle a few times, opened it and sloshed the contents down his throat.
Shuddering violently as the hideous liquid slithered down he gasped.
“HOLY FUCK!! It’s worse than before! Is he trying to kill me? SHIT!! I can’t believe I pay for this crap. UGH!!!”
With one swoop he grabbed the coffee mug, gulping down mouths full of scalding hot caffeine.
“Obie flew this shit over last night. You just HAD to waste one bottle. He’s gonna have your ass for that little stunt you pulled earlier.”
“Don’t worry about Obie. He’ll get over it…. Whaaa???? Why you lookin’ at me like that?” Richie’s dark, searching eyes were too much to take.
Taking a painfully slow sip from his cup, he focused on the blue pools before him.
“Bro’ what’s up man? Something is wrong, why don’t you tell me what it is, huh? You haven’t been yourself for days now.”
Pushing him off the couch, he stood before the window, staring at nothingness. Jon’s body was trembling, the potion was taking effect and as always he tried to hide his discomfort…
“I fucked up big time bro’. BIG TIME.” He shoved his hands violently into his pockets.
Spine-chilling fingers crept up his back. Jon never lost control over his emotions, not since he started the treatment anyway.
“Spill it Jon, it can’t be that bad.”
Turning back at Richie, the smile on his face looked more like a sneer.
“I fed again.”
“You?.....ooohhh nooo, you mean…a person, a fucking human being?!”
Ok Richie..calm your ass down. He was a full blooded vampire..and vampires needed blood. The question is, did the victim survived? Its been quite some time since...
Richie was off the couch in two seconds flat.
“Details Jon!! Details? Is she alive? Was it a she? How did it feel after all this time?!”
Jon transformed right before him. His smile was warm as the summer sun, his face lost all it’s tiredness and tiny cracks formed around his eyes.
“It was spectacular Rich. She tasted like honey and silk, rich and warm. She made me feel alive again. ALIVE! For the first time in years! Look at me! I can feel her pulsing through my veins. Every second, every minute…” He held his arms out as if to try and display the pulsing in his veins.
A shadow flitted across the handsome guitarist’s face.
“Ooohh fuck there is a but….I just knew it!”
“I…I couldn’t help myself….I couldn’t stop the thirst.” Jon’s voice faded as his head sagged, as if ashamed of himself.
Racing forward, Richie shoved an accusing finger into his face.
“YOU KILLED HER!! You fucking killed her didn’t you! Oh shit Jon!”
Richie was panting, his whole frame shaking from shock. Questions rushed through his stunned mind, jumbling in a hopeless heap of confusion. Were they back to square one...like years ago?
“Yeah I did. For a few hours anyway, or at least I think so.”
Confusion edged in his face, making it even worse for the pale immortal in front of him.
“Ok I’m not good with this vampire shit. I don’t think I’ll ever understand it but you either kill someone or you don’t. You are the prince of darkness, not life man! What the hell?”
“I don’t know either, fuckit! We were making love and then I started feeding. I tried to stop but I couldn’t get myself to stop. She went limp and her heart just stopped. It stopped! I couldn’t get her to wake up again and I left her.”
“Now how in the name of God do you know she is still alive?”
The smile broke out on his face again.
“I heard it, faint at first, but it grew stronger. I saw her, she was breathing, she was pale as shit but she was ok Rich. She was ok.”
Shaking his dark head vehemently, he frowned even more.
“Vamps aren’t supposed to worry about their victims. You do know that don’t you?” he offered and received an unholy snarl in return.
Something had changed, only God knows what that was!
“The shirt…..the damn buttons…” his hands clamped open and shut rhythmically, his nails biting into his palms.
Richie stepped forward, holding out a small brown paper bag in his hand. Watching his friend’s heaving body, he coaxed.
“Take this bro’. You know you need it. Stop being so fucking stubborn man!”
Staring precariously at the package he shook his head.
“It doesn’t work anymore Rich. It just doesn’t. I don’t fucking know what happened, but that shit aint working no more.” Fear crept into his voice.
Not ready to let it go, he shoved it closer.
“The old man changed the mixture. For fuck’s sake just drink the damn stuff. Just try it. He will keep on changing it until it works again!”
Before Richie knew, the package flew across the room and crashed noisily against the floor. Thick, orangy syrup oozed from the ripped bag, a sickly odor filling the room.
He turned back only to be faced with a pissed Jon, dagger like teeth protruding from his lips, his eyes gleaming like jewels in the moonlight.
“What the fuck don’t you understand?! It doesn’t work!!!” The length of his fangs caused him to lisp.
“Ok…ok..damn. Stick those ugly ass fangs back where they belong and lets sit down and talk.” The compassionate grip on the shoulder did its work and he watched, amazed as the fangs disappeared and the eyes gentled.
Chuckling at his friend, he nodded towards the heap on the floor.
“You gonna take another try putting on a shirt or you gonna cause havoc and walk down the street shirtless?” He sauntered towards the cupboard, choosing a t-shirt.
“No buttons this time ok?” he threw it towards the now smiling Jon.
“Why do you put up with my shit?” He dragged the material over his head.
“Cause I have nothing else to do with my time? Does that one work for you? Good enough answer?” he waggled dark eyebrows playfully, scrunching up his mouth.
“Yeah, good enough. Coffee?”
Returning with two steamy mugs of coffee, he scolded at the tiny bottle placed ever so carefully on the coffee table.
Richie seemed at ease with his long legs stretched out before him, his heels balanced on the edge of the coffee table, his hand locked behind his head, but Jon wasn’t fooled.
“Drink it.”
“You are a sneaky bastard aint ya?”
“I’m a man with a plan my brother…always, you should remember it.”
“Yeah I should.” He crashed into the couch next to him, grabbing the bottle.
“You know how bad this shit tastes?” he pulled a face, shaking the bottle a few times, opened it and sloshed the contents down his throat.
Shuddering violently as the hideous liquid slithered down he gasped.
“HOLY FUCK!! It’s worse than before! Is he trying to kill me? SHIT!! I can’t believe I pay for this crap. UGH!!!”
With one swoop he grabbed the coffee mug, gulping down mouths full of scalding hot caffeine.
“Obie flew this shit over last night. You just HAD to waste one bottle. He’s gonna have your ass for that little stunt you pulled earlier.”
“Don’t worry about Obie. He’ll get over it…. Whaaa???? Why you lookin’ at me like that?” Richie’s dark, searching eyes were too much to take.
Taking a painfully slow sip from his cup, he focused on the blue pools before him.
“Bro’ what’s up man? Something is wrong, why don’t you tell me what it is, huh? You haven’t been yourself for days now.”
Pushing him off the couch, he stood before the window, staring at nothingness. Jon’s body was trembling, the potion was taking effect and as always he tried to hide his discomfort…
“I fucked up big time bro’. BIG TIME.” He shoved his hands violently into his pockets.
Spine-chilling fingers crept up his back. Jon never lost control over his emotions, not since he started the treatment anyway.
“Spill it Jon, it can’t be that bad.”
Turning back at Richie, the smile on his face looked more like a sneer.
“I fed again.”
“You?.....ooohhh nooo, you mean…a person, a fucking human being?!”
Ok Richie..calm your ass down. He was a full blooded vampire..and vampires needed blood. The question is, did the victim survived? Its been quite some time since...
Richie was off the couch in two seconds flat.
“Details Jon!! Details? Is she alive? Was it a she? How did it feel after all this time?!”
Jon transformed right before him. His smile was warm as the summer sun, his face lost all it’s tiredness and tiny cracks formed around his eyes.
“It was spectacular Rich. She tasted like honey and silk, rich and warm. She made me feel alive again. ALIVE! For the first time in years! Look at me! I can feel her pulsing through my veins. Every second, every minute…” He held his arms out as if to try and display the pulsing in his veins.
A shadow flitted across the handsome guitarist’s face.
“Ooohh fuck there is a but….I just knew it!”
“I…I couldn’t help myself….I couldn’t stop the thirst.” Jon’s voice faded as his head sagged, as if ashamed of himself.
Racing forward, Richie shoved an accusing finger into his face.
“YOU KILLED HER!! You fucking killed her didn’t you! Oh shit Jon!”
Richie was panting, his whole frame shaking from shock. Questions rushed through his stunned mind, jumbling in a hopeless heap of confusion. Were they back to square one...like years ago?
“Yeah I did. For a few hours anyway, or at least I think so.”
Confusion edged in his face, making it even worse for the pale immortal in front of him.
“Ok I’m not good with this vampire shit. I don’t think I’ll ever understand it but you either kill someone or you don’t. You are the prince of darkness, not life man! What the hell?”
“I don’t know either, fuckit! We were making love and then I started feeding. I tried to stop but I couldn’t get myself to stop. She went limp and her heart just stopped. It stopped! I couldn’t get her to wake up again and I left her.”
“Now how in the name of God do you know she is still alive?”
The smile broke out on his face again.
“I heard it, faint at first, but it grew stronger. I saw her, she was breathing, she was pale as shit but she was ok Rich. She was ok.”
Shaking his dark head vehemently, he frowned even more.
“Vamps aren’t supposed to worry about their victims. You do know that don’t you?” he offered and received an unholy snarl in return.
Something had changed, only God knows what that was!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Chapter 70
Shaking the drops from his blond bangs he lifted his face for another session of warm liquid needles on his skin. Scrunching his eyes even more, he opened his mouth to receive a jet of water into his mouth. It was almost painful, the water spearing his eyelids, but he needed something...Anything to relieve the dangerous buzz he felt zinging through his veins. Something was different, completely and utterly different. One night with her had changed everything, but how was that possible? What made her so fucking special? Groping at the soap he viciously rubbed it all over his skin, maybe if he washed again he could was her scent off his skin then he would be able to think straight again. She seemed merged into his skin, no matter how hard he scrubbed, those jade eyes plucked at his soul, her throaty moans shook his insides, branding the sound forever into his mind.
Maybe another feed will help?
“SHIT!” even after a few days he didn’t even feel the need to feed! What has she done to him? He was experiencing the high of his life, he felt alive...so alive! She was pulsing inside him, her sweet honeyed blood heating the dark recesses of his being.
Soapy hands slid over taught abs, reaching a fully erect shaft.
Great! That’s all I need!
Gripping the tap he swung it open. He gasped as icy water shot over him.
I need to seriously find myself another meal and fast.
His mind taunted him, telling him that he knew full well that it wouldn’t change a damn thing. Brushing it off he felt even more determined to find another willing meal on stilettos…hell bare foot…cross eyed...blind…anything! Just as long as she didn’t possess cat green eyes and mahogany curls….
The shrill ringing of his phone jerked him back to reality. Grabbing a towel, he reached the phone just as it was about to switch off.
“Hey, honey. How ya doin?” His calm voice belied the turmoil brewing in his core.
“I’m good and you? Are you ok?”
He closed his eyes for a split second, cursing himself for putting her through this.
“Jon?” her voice wavered.
“Oh…I’m ok...just a lot on my mind that’s all. You know how it is when we tour. How’s the kids?” his voice fluttered, but she wasn’t fooled.
“Jon….have you fed?” she ignored his nonchalant conversation.
His sigh hissed through the room, dragging his hands hopelessly through his hair. He turned towards the mirror . FUCK!!
“Dot…I thought we decided not to discuss it. I don’t want to upset you, honey.”
He could hear her tears streaming down her face. It was killing him! Was it possible to kill a vampire? Sometimes he begged for that privilege, the privilege to be rid of this curse but his salvation wouldn’t come, instead he was burdened with more hunger...stronger killing skills as the days flew by. No one but the unquenchable demon inside him knew it was starting to come back...The potion was losing its potency fast.
“I’m ok, really. Just tell me if you are ok. I need to know that.”
She has always been his soul mate, his friend, his confidant. With her he could be Jon, the wounded, fallen man.
“I’m ok Dot. I’m ok.” He knew his answer comforted her and wounded her at the same time. She knew what it meant, his feeding regimes. Another victim, sometimes another unknown lover he used for one night to quench his thirst and his hunger for sex. Thank God he hadn’t killed someone for a quite while now; he thought he had the beast in his soul under control, until a few days ago….
She took a few deep breaths. She wanted more details, but she was too stubborn to ask and he’ll be damned if he offered any.
“The kids….”
“…are all just fine. They are asking about you. When are you going to come home to see them...to see me?”
She hadn’t asked that in years. Was there something she needed to tell him? Dot wasn’t the clingy type; she left him to do whatever had to be done, not today though.
“I can be there anytime you want Dot. I have a show tonight but I can be outta here tomorrow.”
“Come see us, please?” her soft voice awoken a wave of guilt and a choking feeling of panic.
“There is something you want to tell me, isn’t there honey?”
“Just come home, we’ll talk then, ok?... and Jon be safe and be careful. Look after yourself.”
“Will do sweetness. See you tomorrow then ok?”
He ended the call. She failed to say the “I love you” at the end. She managed to start saying those three precious words after a while but the sudden lack of it raised his anxiety again. Instinct told him his life was about to take another direction yet again. He just wasn’t sure if he was going to like it or not.
A tingle suddenly vibrated down his spine. His eyes batted close and then he saw her, wide emerald eyes and a luscious mouth pulled up in a friendly smile, her laughter jingled in the air like a tiny bell on Christmas Eve. What was her hold over him? Why did his senses react to every dramatic emotion she felt? He retracted like a scowled dog from her mind.
He ripped the towel off, flinging it across the room he stalked towards his bedroom emitting a vicious beastlike growl.
Jon’s ears pricked. He felt him before he even turned the knob on the door.
Forcing his rage down, he felt the fangs withdrawing, going back to normal. Richie never liked his fanged state and he always made sure he kept them from sight.
Tall, dark maleness stared at the naked man before him. Knowing his brother for so long he felt the rage before he could read it in his glittering cobalt eyes.
“Hot damn bro’! People wear clothes in this world you know!” He taunted, holding his hand up to cover his eyes.
“Oh fuck off, won’t ya? You have never looked this good anyway.” Jon chuckled at his shocked expression, sauntering towards the bedroom cupboard he felt his emotions eased back to normality.
“Well thank the gods for that! I have my hands full because of this…” he gestured towards his crotch. “Imagine me having that baby face, the six pack and the ass too..hell brother! I won’t survive it, ya know what I mean?”
“Keep telling yourself that asshole, you might just believe it someday.” He snorted as he received a middle finger from across the room.
Leaning his big frame against the door he studied his blonde brother . Something had change, what he wasn’t sure. The self assured predator had lost that human touch. He could see the beast linger beneath the surface, those baby blue eyes had lost their gentleness. He knew he had to work hard at it to keep the vampiric demon at bay but it just seemed like he didn’t care these days or he had fallen deeper into the abyss. His eyes had that glitter just before he fed. Was the potion losing its touch? Was Ksenia right?
A shiver rippled down his spine as he pictured the first time he found him in the darkness behind the stage, some groupie clinging to him, the growls scraping from his throat as his fangs ripped the flesh hungrily…It was the earlier days when…
Jon’s sudden movement halted his thoughts. Turning around, fangs displayed, eyes wild and the same snarl ripping from his throat he saw buttons flying all over the place, a scrap of material that once served as a shirt fluttered to the ground to pool at his bare feet.
Richie jerked up, his body immediately on full alert.
“WHAT THE FUCK??!!! JON!??”
Maybe another feed will help?
“SHIT!” even after a few days he didn’t even feel the need to feed! What has she done to him? He was experiencing the high of his life, he felt alive...so alive! She was pulsing inside him, her sweet honeyed blood heating the dark recesses of his being.
Soapy hands slid over taught abs, reaching a fully erect shaft.
Great! That’s all I need!
Gripping the tap he swung it open. He gasped as icy water shot over him.
I need to seriously find myself another meal and fast.
His mind taunted him, telling him that he knew full well that it wouldn’t change a damn thing. Brushing it off he felt even more determined to find another willing meal on stilettos…hell bare foot…cross eyed...blind…anything! Just as long as she didn’t possess cat green eyes and mahogany curls….
The shrill ringing of his phone jerked him back to reality. Grabbing a towel, he reached the phone just as it was about to switch off.
“Hey, honey. How ya doin?” His calm voice belied the turmoil brewing in his core.
“I’m good and you? Are you ok?”
He closed his eyes for a split second, cursing himself for putting her through this.
“Jon?” her voice wavered.
“Oh…I’m ok...just a lot on my mind that’s all. You know how it is when we tour. How’s the kids?” his voice fluttered, but she wasn’t fooled.
“Jon….have you fed?” she ignored his nonchalant conversation.
His sigh hissed through the room, dragging his hands hopelessly through his hair. He turned towards the mirror . FUCK!!
“Dot…I thought we decided not to discuss it. I don’t want to upset you, honey.”
He could hear her tears streaming down her face. It was killing him! Was it possible to kill a vampire? Sometimes he begged for that privilege, the privilege to be rid of this curse but his salvation wouldn’t come, instead he was burdened with more hunger...stronger killing skills as the days flew by. No one but the unquenchable demon inside him knew it was starting to come back...The potion was losing its potency fast.
“I’m ok, really. Just tell me if you are ok. I need to know that.”
She has always been his soul mate, his friend, his confidant. With her he could be Jon, the wounded, fallen man.
“I’m ok Dot. I’m ok.” He knew his answer comforted her and wounded her at the same time. She knew what it meant, his feeding regimes. Another victim, sometimes another unknown lover he used for one night to quench his thirst and his hunger for sex. Thank God he hadn’t killed someone for a quite while now; he thought he had the beast in his soul under control, until a few days ago….
She took a few deep breaths. She wanted more details, but she was too stubborn to ask and he’ll be damned if he offered any.
“The kids….”
“…are all just fine. They are asking about you. When are you going to come home to see them...to see me?”
She hadn’t asked that in years. Was there something she needed to tell him? Dot wasn’t the clingy type; she left him to do whatever had to be done, not today though.
“I can be there anytime you want Dot. I have a show tonight but I can be outta here tomorrow.”
“Come see us, please?” her soft voice awoken a wave of guilt and a choking feeling of panic.
“There is something you want to tell me, isn’t there honey?”
“Just come home, we’ll talk then, ok?... and Jon be safe and be careful. Look after yourself.”
“Will do sweetness. See you tomorrow then ok?”
He ended the call. She failed to say the “I love you” at the end. She managed to start saying those three precious words after a while but the sudden lack of it raised his anxiety again. Instinct told him his life was about to take another direction yet again. He just wasn’t sure if he was going to like it or not.
A tingle suddenly vibrated down his spine. His eyes batted close and then he saw her, wide emerald eyes and a luscious mouth pulled up in a friendly smile, her laughter jingled in the air like a tiny bell on Christmas Eve. What was her hold over him? Why did his senses react to every dramatic emotion she felt? He retracted like a scowled dog from her mind.
He ripped the towel off, flinging it across the room he stalked towards his bedroom emitting a vicious beastlike growl.
Jon’s ears pricked. He felt him before he even turned the knob on the door.
Forcing his rage down, he felt the fangs withdrawing, going back to normal. Richie never liked his fanged state and he always made sure he kept them from sight.
Tall, dark maleness stared at the naked man before him. Knowing his brother for so long he felt the rage before he could read it in his glittering cobalt eyes.
“Hot damn bro’! People wear clothes in this world you know!” He taunted, holding his hand up to cover his eyes.
“Oh fuck off, won’t ya? You have never looked this good anyway.” Jon chuckled at his shocked expression, sauntering towards the bedroom cupboard he felt his emotions eased back to normality.
“Well thank the gods for that! I have my hands full because of this…” he gestured towards his crotch. “Imagine me having that baby face, the six pack and the ass too..hell brother! I won’t survive it, ya know what I mean?”
“Keep telling yourself that asshole, you might just believe it someday.” He snorted as he received a middle finger from across the room.
Leaning his big frame against the door he studied his blonde brother . Something had change, what he wasn’t sure. The self assured predator had lost that human touch. He could see the beast linger beneath the surface, those baby blue eyes had lost their gentleness. He knew he had to work hard at it to keep the vampiric demon at bay but it just seemed like he didn’t care these days or he had fallen deeper into the abyss. His eyes had that glitter just before he fed. Was the potion losing its touch? Was Ksenia right?
A shiver rippled down his spine as he pictured the first time he found him in the darkness behind the stage, some groupie clinging to him, the growls scraping from his throat as his fangs ripped the flesh hungrily…It was the earlier days when…
Jon’s sudden movement halted his thoughts. Turning around, fangs displayed, eyes wild and the same snarl ripping from his throat he saw buttons flying all over the place, a scrap of material that once served as a shirt fluttered to the ground to pool at his bare feet.
Richie jerked up, his body immediately on full alert.
“WHAT THE FUCK??!!! JON!??”
Chapter 69
Ciara was weightless, her climax rippled through her, the circles spiralling more and more. The pleasure was indescribable, something she had never experienced before. He was a master in the ways of love, his arms the haven when she thought she couldn’t stand it no more. His teeth were buried in her neck, warmth simmered underneath and it felt so astonishing! The ecstasy was short lived ...
Ciara felt herself fall....deeper and deeper into everlasting doom. Trying as she might she couldn’t muster the strength to fight her way back to the light. A part of her begged to be released yet she felt as if everything was as it was meant to be, this was her fate. Her fingers fluttered weakly over the springiness of his blond bangs...felt his tightly coiled body pressing so intimately against her. This was her time, here, in his arms....Ruby curtains and flickering candles swam before her. She didn’t want to see anymore...she couldn’t.. her eyelids fluttered close.
Her sweet nectar zinged through his veins, her taste was distinctive, addictive not like any other he had tasted before. She thawed the coldness in his bones, lit the darkness in the recesses of his immortal soul. She was heaven to his hell.
He reared backwards as he felt her spasm beneath him, her pulse flickered precariously. She slipped from his arms back onto the sheets, her beautiful features now pale and still...so unnaturally still. Shock vibrated through him and he felt his fangs retract. He waited for a flicker, just a minute sign of movement. There was none.
“NO! Oh God no!” his cry scraped from his throat while he scooped her in his arms, cradling her in his lap. He rocked gently, willing her to come back to him. He was the god of darkness not life...
The beast had won...he had succumbed to something he thought he could control. Fury clawed at him...
A howl of pain and remorse shattered through the stillness of the night.
Her nakedness slumped in his arms, burying his face in her neck, he cursed as he smelt her blood, saw two dark streaks glided down her neck, dripping into the ruby sheets.
She was so cold in his arms, so deathly cold. Slipping her nightdress over her slump body he lay her down, drawing the sheets over her. There was nothing he could do anymore, it was done. He had taken something so pure and crushed it in viciousness.
Lunging from the bed, he stared once more at the beauty he had destroyed. Why couldn’t he stop? Why did he feel the need to?
He had done it before! He had taken countless lives without feeling a twinge of guilt and regret! That was his life, his survival, the blood of the living...his curse till eternity.
He withdrew from the room. There was nothing for him here no more.
~~
Growls drowned the pacing in the room. He felt so alive right now, his senses were heightened , his body felt alive..alive! Veins pulsed rhythmically and he felt energized beyond comprehension. Had she done this to him? Had she given her life so he could feel a morsel of mortality that would only last until his next feed?
Why was he so drawn to her? WHY? He stared at the fading stars, searching for the answers he knew he wouldn’t get.
Why the hell did he feel remorse? This wasn’t supposed to be this way! He cannot afford to feel sympathy towards his food! How in the fuck will he survive?! Tonight had played a cruel joke on him, a joke he wasn’t ready for. Was she going to haunt his dreams? Throw him into the deeper recesses of hell? Was that even possible?
Despair forced him to the nearest chair, flouncing into it, he buried his face in his hands. Where does he go from here?
A hush suddenly brushed over him and he shuddered, all senses on full alert. Something had interfered with his thoughts, invaded his mind.
He stilled and listened, cocking his head to one side as he eagerly tried to centre himself. What was he listening for? There it was!
It was slow and faint..so terribly faint, but he could hear it, almost feel it pulse inside him..googoong......................................googoong...................googoong.....
A bolt flashed through him...he was back again...back in her room. She was in the same position as he placed her but now he could hear it...softly, a tiny beating but it was there, irregular but it was there!
Kneeling next to her bed, he brushed the soft tendrils framing he face, instinct pulled at his eyes compelling him to notice the faint tick in her neck.
“Come on Ciara, you can do it. Come sweet baby, will yourself...fight it.”, chanting, he closed his eyes as relief seeped through him, her pulse grew stronger with each passing minute.
His internal clock warned him dawn would arrive soon and he leaned forward pressing his lips against her for the last time.
~~
Consciousness pulled at the still form. Spiralling down from the gloomy cloud she was drifting on, she cracked an eye open, groaning as pain sliced through her.
“Oh God!”
A herd of horses trampled through her brain. She felt bruised, battered, her energy drained.
Falling back into bed, she organized her thoughts. Vivid thoughts of her dream came filtering through her pounding mind. Feeling a rush of heat to her cheeks, she giggled as she unconsciously tried to stroke the blush away.
“My, my my! So I was attracted to my vampire stalker! Ciara, you vixen!”
Stammering to the bathroom, she gripped the doorframe for a moment, letting the wave of dizziness subside before she reached for the taps.
Slipping the satiny nightdress from her body , she questioned herself why she couldn’t remember getting dressed, never mind getting into bed. Shaking her head, she wrote it down to a bad bottle of wine. There were numerous bizarre events the previous night, there had to be a logical explanation for everything!
Sinking into the fragrant bubbles she sighed contently. Her achy body greedily soaked up the warmth the water supplied and she settled back, closing her eyes.
Aahhh heaven!
She must have drifted off, sitting up, the water was now tepid against her skin. Reaching for the soap, she glided over her legs. All of a sudden she gasped, flinching as her hand brushed over a painful bruise in her inner thigh. Feeling all cranky and sorry for herself she rinsed herself and reached for the towel, shivering as goose bumps popped all over her skin. Why was she so cold? Was she coming down with something?
Drying herself , she padded towards the basin. She needed to rid herself of the metal taste in her mouth, ugh!
Jabbing the toothbrush in her mouth, she rubbed the vapour from the mirror. Her hand stilled, stepping closer to the mirror she felt dread crushing her chest. Brushing her hair to one side she stared, the toothbrush fell from her gaping mouth but she didn’t even realise.
IT WASN’T A DREAM?! NO! This is impo...its ridiculous!
Slapping her hand to her neck, she scrubbed at the two puncture marks, hoping it was a sick joke and that she could rub it off.
Cringing as the stinging pain, she dropped her hand. She was deathly pale, her eyes were huge orbs in her face. Her eyes widened and a gasp whipped from parched lips.
Shaking as shock crashed into her, her hand reached out to the painful bruise between her thighs.
There it was, two tiny holes...fangmarks...fangmarks of a vampire!
A scream ripped from her throat as two electric blue eyes loomed in her mind’s eye, his husky voice invading her mind...
** “Eşti al meu ... mi înger căzut. Toate mea, de acum până în eternitate.”
** “ You’re mine...my fallen angel. All mine, from now till eternity.”
Ciara felt herself fall....deeper and deeper into everlasting doom. Trying as she might she couldn’t muster the strength to fight her way back to the light. A part of her begged to be released yet she felt as if everything was as it was meant to be, this was her fate. Her fingers fluttered weakly over the springiness of his blond bangs...felt his tightly coiled body pressing so intimately against her. This was her time, here, in his arms....Ruby curtains and flickering candles swam before her. She didn’t want to see anymore...she couldn’t.. her eyelids fluttered close.
Her sweet nectar zinged through his veins, her taste was distinctive, addictive not like any other he had tasted before. She thawed the coldness in his bones, lit the darkness in the recesses of his immortal soul. She was heaven to his hell.
He reared backwards as he felt her spasm beneath him, her pulse flickered precariously. She slipped from his arms back onto the sheets, her beautiful features now pale and still...so unnaturally still. Shock vibrated through him and he felt his fangs retract. He waited for a flicker, just a minute sign of movement. There was none.
“NO! Oh God no!” his cry scraped from his throat while he scooped her in his arms, cradling her in his lap. He rocked gently, willing her to come back to him. He was the god of darkness not life...
The beast had won...he had succumbed to something he thought he could control. Fury clawed at him...
A howl of pain and remorse shattered through the stillness of the night.
Her nakedness slumped in his arms, burying his face in her neck, he cursed as he smelt her blood, saw two dark streaks glided down her neck, dripping into the ruby sheets.
She was so cold in his arms, so deathly cold. Slipping her nightdress over her slump body he lay her down, drawing the sheets over her. There was nothing he could do anymore, it was done. He had taken something so pure and crushed it in viciousness.
Lunging from the bed, he stared once more at the beauty he had destroyed. Why couldn’t he stop? Why did he feel the need to?
He had done it before! He had taken countless lives without feeling a twinge of guilt and regret! That was his life, his survival, the blood of the living...his curse till eternity.
He withdrew from the room. There was nothing for him here no more.
~~
Growls drowned the pacing in the room. He felt so alive right now, his senses were heightened , his body felt alive..alive! Veins pulsed rhythmically and he felt energized beyond comprehension. Had she done this to him? Had she given her life so he could feel a morsel of mortality that would only last until his next feed?
Why was he so drawn to her? WHY? He stared at the fading stars, searching for the answers he knew he wouldn’t get.
Why the hell did he feel remorse? This wasn’t supposed to be this way! He cannot afford to feel sympathy towards his food! How in the fuck will he survive?! Tonight had played a cruel joke on him, a joke he wasn’t ready for. Was she going to haunt his dreams? Throw him into the deeper recesses of hell? Was that even possible?
Despair forced him to the nearest chair, flouncing into it, he buried his face in his hands. Where does he go from here?
A hush suddenly brushed over him and he shuddered, all senses on full alert. Something had interfered with his thoughts, invaded his mind.
He stilled and listened, cocking his head to one side as he eagerly tried to centre himself. What was he listening for? There it was!
It was slow and faint..so terribly faint, but he could hear it, almost feel it pulse inside him..googoong......................................googoong...................googoong.....
A bolt flashed through him...he was back again...back in her room. She was in the same position as he placed her but now he could hear it...softly, a tiny beating but it was there, irregular but it was there!
Kneeling next to her bed, he brushed the soft tendrils framing he face, instinct pulled at his eyes compelling him to notice the faint tick in her neck.
“Come on Ciara, you can do it. Come sweet baby, will yourself...fight it.”, chanting, he closed his eyes as relief seeped through him, her pulse grew stronger with each passing minute.
His internal clock warned him dawn would arrive soon and he leaned forward pressing his lips against her for the last time.
~~
Consciousness pulled at the still form. Spiralling down from the gloomy cloud she was drifting on, she cracked an eye open, groaning as pain sliced through her.
“Oh God!”
A herd of horses trampled through her brain. She felt bruised, battered, her energy drained.
Falling back into bed, she organized her thoughts. Vivid thoughts of her dream came filtering through her pounding mind. Feeling a rush of heat to her cheeks, she giggled as she unconsciously tried to stroke the blush away.
“My, my my! So I was attracted to my vampire stalker! Ciara, you vixen!”
Stammering to the bathroom, she gripped the doorframe for a moment, letting the wave of dizziness subside before she reached for the taps.
Slipping the satiny nightdress from her body , she questioned herself why she couldn’t remember getting dressed, never mind getting into bed. Shaking her head, she wrote it down to a bad bottle of wine. There were numerous bizarre events the previous night, there had to be a logical explanation for everything!
Sinking into the fragrant bubbles she sighed contently. Her achy body greedily soaked up the warmth the water supplied and she settled back, closing her eyes.
Aahhh heaven!
She must have drifted off, sitting up, the water was now tepid against her skin. Reaching for the soap, she glided over her legs. All of a sudden she gasped, flinching as her hand brushed over a painful bruise in her inner thigh. Feeling all cranky and sorry for herself she rinsed herself and reached for the towel, shivering as goose bumps popped all over her skin. Why was she so cold? Was she coming down with something?
Drying herself , she padded towards the basin. She needed to rid herself of the metal taste in her mouth, ugh!
Jabbing the toothbrush in her mouth, she rubbed the vapour from the mirror. Her hand stilled, stepping closer to the mirror she felt dread crushing her chest. Brushing her hair to one side she stared, the toothbrush fell from her gaping mouth but she didn’t even realise.
IT WASN’T A DREAM?! NO! This is impo...its ridiculous!
Slapping her hand to her neck, she scrubbed at the two puncture marks, hoping it was a sick joke and that she could rub it off.
Cringing as the stinging pain, she dropped her hand. She was deathly pale, her eyes were huge orbs in her face. Her eyes widened and a gasp whipped from parched lips.
Shaking as shock crashed into her, her hand reached out to the painful bruise between her thighs.
There it was, two tiny holes...fangmarks...fangmarks of a vampire!
A scream ripped from her throat as two electric blue eyes loomed in her mind’s eye, his husky voice invading her mind...
** “Eşti al meu ... mi înger căzut. Toate mea, de acum până în eternitate.”
** “ You’re mine...my fallen angel. All mine, from now till eternity.”
Chapter 68
Chapter 68
Ciara felt a breath of fresh air expanding her lungs, her eyes flung open as she gasped into the air.
“Sssssshhhh my lovely...breath..that’s it...you taste like nectar from a spring flower, sweet , addictive. You are ok..ssshhhhhhh.”
She had given herself to him at that moment, but as her soul came to terms with the darkness threatening to stain its purity, she fought to get back to the light and he let her..their culmination wasn’t completed yet, he haven’t experienced her completely.
Brushing the wet tangles from her face, he mapped feathery kisses over her skin, taking care not to nick her with his ever present fangs. Settling her back into mindless abandon, he felt her body curled willingly into his, her whispered cries urging him to take her, make her his.
A combination of their scents and sex enveloped them, stirring a heated cloud in the room.
He paused for a mere moment, bracing himself for the utter pleasure he knew they would create together.
Ciara waited in breathless wonder as the gorgeous stranger towered over her like a proud god waiting for his deserved adoration. She waited breathlessly, watching, waiting...and suddenly his eyes winged open, the shocking sapphire flames flickering in its depths.
She was mesmerised by the silent promise of delight and fulfilment in his eyes. Watching her as emotions flitting in her eyes, he raised her hips, ramming into her receptive body with one sure thrust.
Her scream washed over him like a refreshing wave, seating inside her slick cavern he waited until she clenched no more. Slow, precise thrusts send her reeling into the abyss of erotic splendour.
Clenching at his shoulders, she begged him to come to her, his body rubbing against hers, making her his.
Ciara had the sudden sensation of floating....the dancing curtains were lapping at their entwined bodies, brushing over them, tying them together as one. She didn’t know how or why, but she was gliding with him, feeding each other with the fire deep within. She was sweating, their soaked bodies were slithering against each other, straining to reach the ultimate peak of unison.
Skittering to the brink of their passionate rapture, she felt him tense, his body readying itself for something she wasn’t sure what it would bring..
She was one with his body but not his soul, the taste she had offered earlier was but an appetizer he promised himself he’d have to transform into a meal later. She was exhausted, he could tell from the erratic pulse in her veins and the slackness of her body. She didn’t have the same perception of time as he did...he stole that perception from her , ensuring her escape from the real world, her world. He had brought her into his ...time stood still there but her human form struggled to keep up...
Ciara had a sudden stab of fear...something wasn’t right..she could feels herself drowning in a sea of darkness..his arms wounded tightly around her, his body tangled with hers, his thrusts became harder, desperate as he demanded her entire surrender.
She didn’t see the violence in his glittering irises as he lunged at the bulging vein in her throat. His bite was excruciating...and for the first time her fear slammed raw and real into her core. ..she sobbed as pain hurtled through her veins like poison, eating away at her.
A sting of fear tainted her blood with a strong acidity. Gone was the sugary indulgence he had earlier...she coiled in horror , her hands nipping at his back, leaving red angry marks on his skin, she panted as panic tapped down her spine.
Not willing to feast on the bitterness of her fear, he eased slightly from her, his tongue laving the bruised skin.
*“Fără frică scumpa mea sacrificiu,
îngloba în întuneric i-am dat aşa de bună voie,
preda-te la mine în braţe, lasă-mă să te iau pe tine mai mare,
să ne devină una în unitatea de dans de erotic.”
He felt the last twitch of resistance as it swept through her but soon she was limp in his arms and her tugging hands were once again raking through his hair.
“That’s it my lovely..give yourself to me....” he whispered softly as he lowered himself once more.
Sweet honey spilled over his teeth, slithering down his throat in pleasurable rivers. Her surrender was stupefying...his thirst only grew in leaps the more he tasted of her.
Her climax crashed into them and together they soared as he joined her there. Her cry was weak and her arms weren’t clinging so tightly anymore.
When she eventually wilted in his arms he fought against the beast inside....he had to stop...stop feeding from her. It rose inside him like a dark mist, drenching the last willpower he possessed and he growled as his teeth sank deeper.
*“Dont fear, my sweet sacrifice,
Embrace the darkness I give so willingly,
Surrender yourself in my arms, let me take you higher.”
Let us become one in the dance of erotic unity.”
Ciara felt a breath of fresh air expanding her lungs, her eyes flung open as she gasped into the air.
“Sssssshhhh my lovely...breath..that’s it...you taste like nectar from a spring flower, sweet , addictive. You are ok..ssshhhhhhh.”
She had given herself to him at that moment, but as her soul came to terms with the darkness threatening to stain its purity, she fought to get back to the light and he let her..their culmination wasn’t completed yet, he haven’t experienced her completely.
Brushing the wet tangles from her face, he mapped feathery kisses over her skin, taking care not to nick her with his ever present fangs. Settling her back into mindless abandon, he felt her body curled willingly into his, her whispered cries urging him to take her, make her his.
A combination of their scents and sex enveloped them, stirring a heated cloud in the room.
He paused for a mere moment, bracing himself for the utter pleasure he knew they would create together.
Ciara waited in breathless wonder as the gorgeous stranger towered over her like a proud god waiting for his deserved adoration. She waited breathlessly, watching, waiting...and suddenly his eyes winged open, the shocking sapphire flames flickering in its depths.
She was mesmerised by the silent promise of delight and fulfilment in his eyes. Watching her as emotions flitting in her eyes, he raised her hips, ramming into her receptive body with one sure thrust.
Her scream washed over him like a refreshing wave, seating inside her slick cavern he waited until she clenched no more. Slow, precise thrusts send her reeling into the abyss of erotic splendour.
Clenching at his shoulders, she begged him to come to her, his body rubbing against hers, making her his.
Ciara had the sudden sensation of floating....the dancing curtains were lapping at their entwined bodies, brushing over them, tying them together as one. She didn’t know how or why, but she was gliding with him, feeding each other with the fire deep within. She was sweating, their soaked bodies were slithering against each other, straining to reach the ultimate peak of unison.
Skittering to the brink of their passionate rapture, she felt him tense, his body readying itself for something she wasn’t sure what it would bring..
She was one with his body but not his soul, the taste she had offered earlier was but an appetizer he promised himself he’d have to transform into a meal later. She was exhausted, he could tell from the erratic pulse in her veins and the slackness of her body. She didn’t have the same perception of time as he did...he stole that perception from her , ensuring her escape from the real world, her world. He had brought her into his ...time stood still there but her human form struggled to keep up...
Ciara had a sudden stab of fear...something wasn’t right..she could feels herself drowning in a sea of darkness..his arms wounded tightly around her, his body tangled with hers, his thrusts became harder, desperate as he demanded her entire surrender.
She didn’t see the violence in his glittering irises as he lunged at the bulging vein in her throat. His bite was excruciating...and for the first time her fear slammed raw and real into her core. ..she sobbed as pain hurtled through her veins like poison, eating away at her.
A sting of fear tainted her blood with a strong acidity. Gone was the sugary indulgence he had earlier...she coiled in horror , her hands nipping at his back, leaving red angry marks on his skin, she panted as panic tapped down her spine.
Not willing to feast on the bitterness of her fear, he eased slightly from her, his tongue laving the bruised skin.
*“Fără frică scumpa mea sacrificiu,
îngloba în întuneric i-am dat aşa de bună voie,
preda-te la mine în braţe, lasă-mă să te iau pe tine mai mare,
să ne devină una în unitatea de dans de erotic.”
He felt the last twitch of resistance as it swept through her but soon she was limp in his arms and her tugging hands were once again raking through his hair.
“That’s it my lovely..give yourself to me....” he whispered softly as he lowered himself once more.
Sweet honey spilled over his teeth, slithering down his throat in pleasurable rivers. Her surrender was stupefying...his thirst only grew in leaps the more he tasted of her.
Her climax crashed into them and together they soared as he joined her there. Her cry was weak and her arms weren’t clinging so tightly anymore.
When she eventually wilted in his arms he fought against the beast inside....he had to stop...stop feeding from her. It rose inside him like a dark mist, drenching the last willpower he possessed and he growled as his teeth sank deeper.
*“Dont fear, my sweet sacrifice,
Embrace the darkness I give so willingly,
Surrender yourself in my arms, let me take you higher.”
Let us become one in the dance of erotic unity.”
Chapter 67
Warm lips fused with hers, his tongue searched the length of her lips, tasting her essence as her breath feathered over him.
Ciara lost all control over her body and felt her legs gave way only to be rescued by his strong, steady arms.
His heady kiss was perfection in itself, and when his tongue speared hers, she couldn’t contain the whimper rushing from her mouth. Heat swirled between them, uniting them in a cloud of passion and need. Her hands sneaked up into the soft silkiness at his nape, her breasts flattened against the muscled chest. She was so feminine to his maleness, soft where he was hard...smooth where he was coarse, day and night..light and dark.
She was all fire and femininity, her hands awaking a raw longing he knew he had to nourish soon.
Her tongue explored the warm cavern of his mouth. She felt the sudden change in him, his arms gripped tighter and her mind swirled as she felt his teeth lengthening, pushing against her tongue...excitement swooped through her in massive waves.
He had expected her to break the kiss, even cringe away in horror but she only hung on tighter, her sweet curves swaying gently against him.
Ciara stilled as she felt the slight puncture on her lips, the taste of her blood was foreign to her, sweeter...warmer.
The shock of her blood spilling over his tongue slammed into him. Her taste was so unique, so delicious, he wanted more, so much more!
Ciara felt the world spin.
Somehow they weren’t rooted anymore, she didn’t care how ..this dream didn’t make sense at all but with him she didn’t care..nothing with him made sense and that was ok.
Her back felt the resistance of satin sheets again. Her legs were entwined with his, her body so close, his scent played hide and seek with her nostrils.
Strong hands stroke the outline of her body, his hands slipped over the satin, biting into her skin. Ciara stretched like a contented feline, reaching her hands up over her head, she slithered underneath his hands. She was pure liquid silk underneath him , her eagerness to be touched was a wild pounding in his veins, as he reached her knees, he changed his route back up again but this time he took the ruby red material with, inching it higher and higher.
A deep purr resurrected from deep within her, her face whipped from side to side as only the touch of his hands sparked something deep inside that she had never felt before. He was awakening a phoenix that had been buried for too long in the ashes, a phoenix that longed for freedom...and that was just what he was going to give her tonight....
Her sweet curves called out to his lonely soul, the ache worsened as his fangs enlarged even more, the taste of her blood lingered on his tongue, fighting to keep the beast at bay he uttered a throaty growl..he was losing the fight....his instincts was telling him to feed yet he wanted to experience total bliss with her, feel her when she shuddered underneath him in ecstasy.
Ciara hands found the tightness of his chest, wanting to explore what’s underneath, she flicked each button with eager fingers.....as every button fell under her assault, she marvelled as inch by inch was revealed to her, he was on his knees now, head slung back, mouth open, exposing his protruding fangs, neck bulging with thick veins while his arms reached to the sides in total submission. The breeze tucked at the shirt, winging it back and forth.
“Oh God Ciara!” it was a breathy moan.
Her lips was fused to his skin, little nips completed her fervent exploration, when her mouth closed over a male nipple, his arms caged around her, keeping her there.
He could hear her racing heartbeat, heard her blood rushing through veins, he knew he would taste later...
Pressing her back onto the silk, he lapped at her milky white breasts, sucking at the tiny rosy nubs centred on each luscious mound. Her hands raked through his hair, her body writhing impatiently as desire rode high. Gripping the buckle of his belt, she ripped at it, determined to feel his naked skin slip against hers in passionate embrace. Her hand closed around the thickness of his shaft, moist drops smeared on her hand as she caresses the fleshy steel, something like a howl rumbled through him and she shivered..he seemed so wild, untamed....
A deft slip of the hand traced her smooth inner thigh, ridding her of the last scrap of lace, her hips lifted at their own accord, grinding against the pleasure giving hand ,begging it for release her body pined for, but he wasn’t ready to fulfil her wishes, the being inside him demanded a long, torturous game. The dark creature and its fallen angel...
He wanted to hear his angel beg...he wanted to play her as he wished. Giving her a taste of heaven, he slipped between the satiny fold of her womanhood, her mewling grew louder with each sure stroke, her skin was already covered with a sheen of salty drops, her tongue darted out, swirling around the sharpness of the daggers in his mouth, her sultry moans merging with his snarls.
Inserting one finger then another he felt the squeeze as her body gloved him in welcome anticipation. Breaths came in small gasps as she kept in perfect harmony with his thrusts, his free hand cupped the swell of her buttock, lifting her upwards, he withdrew his fingers from her, bringing his face closer as her legs spread like a wildflower in full bloom.
A cry escaped her lips as she felt the first flick of his tongue, she was mindless from pleasure, her nails dug into the taught muscles bunching at his shoulders.
A scrape in her inner thigh send a shudder through her, it wasn’t exactly painful but it felt harsh enough to take notice.
The tiny pulse in her inner thigh caught his attention, like a man lost in the dessert for days, his soul cried out in total elation...it was there..that little live giving tick..if he could just taste a little bit...just a drop...she writhed beneath him as she felt the prick . Her world starting spinning, something that was supposed to be painful felt like an explosion of mind and body...he was inside her whole being, her heartbeat, her breathing. Her hands cramped in his hair, she wanted him to taste her...making her a part of him.
Her blood spilled down his core, warming the coldness he’d been feeling for so long. Her taste was almost unbearably tantalizing, teasing his spirit to awaken and revel in the ultimate gift of life.
He felt her slack against him and he eased his fangs from the soft skin, licking the tiny trails of blood oozing from the tears in her flesh.
Ciara lost all control over her body and felt her legs gave way only to be rescued by his strong, steady arms.
His heady kiss was perfection in itself, and when his tongue speared hers, she couldn’t contain the whimper rushing from her mouth. Heat swirled between them, uniting them in a cloud of passion and need. Her hands sneaked up into the soft silkiness at his nape, her breasts flattened against the muscled chest. She was so feminine to his maleness, soft where he was hard...smooth where he was coarse, day and night..light and dark.
She was all fire and femininity, her hands awaking a raw longing he knew he had to nourish soon.
Her tongue explored the warm cavern of his mouth. She felt the sudden change in him, his arms gripped tighter and her mind swirled as she felt his teeth lengthening, pushing against her tongue...excitement swooped through her in massive waves.
He had expected her to break the kiss, even cringe away in horror but she only hung on tighter, her sweet curves swaying gently against him.
Ciara stilled as she felt the slight puncture on her lips, the taste of her blood was foreign to her, sweeter...warmer.
The shock of her blood spilling over his tongue slammed into him. Her taste was so unique, so delicious, he wanted more, so much more!
Ciara felt the world spin.
Somehow they weren’t rooted anymore, she didn’t care how ..this dream didn’t make sense at all but with him she didn’t care..nothing with him made sense and that was ok.
Her back felt the resistance of satin sheets again. Her legs were entwined with his, her body so close, his scent played hide and seek with her nostrils.
Strong hands stroke the outline of her body, his hands slipped over the satin, biting into her skin. Ciara stretched like a contented feline, reaching her hands up over her head, she slithered underneath his hands. She was pure liquid silk underneath him , her eagerness to be touched was a wild pounding in his veins, as he reached her knees, he changed his route back up again but this time he took the ruby red material with, inching it higher and higher.
A deep purr resurrected from deep within her, her face whipped from side to side as only the touch of his hands sparked something deep inside that she had never felt before. He was awakening a phoenix that had been buried for too long in the ashes, a phoenix that longed for freedom...and that was just what he was going to give her tonight....
Her sweet curves called out to his lonely soul, the ache worsened as his fangs enlarged even more, the taste of her blood lingered on his tongue, fighting to keep the beast at bay he uttered a throaty growl..he was losing the fight....his instincts was telling him to feed yet he wanted to experience total bliss with her, feel her when she shuddered underneath him in ecstasy.
Ciara hands found the tightness of his chest, wanting to explore what’s underneath, she flicked each button with eager fingers.....as every button fell under her assault, she marvelled as inch by inch was revealed to her, he was on his knees now, head slung back, mouth open, exposing his protruding fangs, neck bulging with thick veins while his arms reached to the sides in total submission. The breeze tucked at the shirt, winging it back and forth.
The first touch of his skin ignited a slow burning fire inside her core....they were two entities feeding off each other . Her nails scraped along his chest, down his ribcage, gnawing into his tense six pack.
“Oh God Ciara!” it was a breathy moan.
Her lips was fused to his skin, little nips completed her fervent exploration, when her mouth closed over a male nipple, his arms caged around her, keeping her there.
He could hear her racing heartbeat, heard her blood rushing through veins, he knew he would taste later...
Pressing her back onto the silk, he lapped at her milky white breasts, sucking at the tiny rosy nubs centred on each luscious mound. Her hands raked through his hair, her body writhing impatiently as desire rode high. Gripping the buckle of his belt, she ripped at it, determined to feel his naked skin slip against hers in passionate embrace. Her hand closed around the thickness of his shaft, moist drops smeared on her hand as she caresses the fleshy steel, something like a howl rumbled through him and she shivered..he seemed so wild, untamed....
A deft slip of the hand traced her smooth inner thigh, ridding her of the last scrap of lace, her hips lifted at their own accord, grinding against the pleasure giving hand ,begging it for release her body pined for, but he wasn’t ready to fulfil her wishes, the being inside him demanded a long, torturous game. The dark creature and its fallen angel...
He wanted to hear his angel beg...he wanted to play her as he wished. Giving her a taste of heaven, he slipped between the satiny fold of her womanhood, her mewling grew louder with each sure stroke, her skin was already covered with a sheen of salty drops, her tongue darted out, swirling around the sharpness of the daggers in his mouth, her sultry moans merging with his snarls.
Inserting one finger then another he felt the squeeze as her body gloved him in welcome anticipation. Breaths came in small gasps as she kept in perfect harmony with his thrusts, his free hand cupped the swell of her buttock, lifting her upwards, he withdrew his fingers from her, bringing his face closer as her legs spread like a wildflower in full bloom.
A cry escaped her lips as she felt the first flick of his tongue, she was mindless from pleasure, her nails dug into the taught muscles bunching at his shoulders.
A scrape in her inner thigh send a shudder through her, it wasn’t exactly painful but it felt harsh enough to take notice.
The tiny pulse in her inner thigh caught his attention, like a man lost in the dessert for days, his soul cried out in total elation...it was there..that little live giving tick..if he could just taste a little bit...just a drop...she writhed beneath him as she felt the prick . Her world starting spinning, something that was supposed to be painful felt like an explosion of mind and body...he was inside her whole being, her heartbeat, her breathing. Her hands cramped in his hair, she wanted him to taste her...making her a part of him.
Her blood spilled down his core, warming the coldness he’d been feeling for so long. Her taste was almost unbearably tantalizing, teasing his spirit to awaken and revel in the ultimate gift of life.
He felt her slack against him and he eased his fangs from the soft skin, licking the tiny trails of blood oozing from the tears in her flesh.
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