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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