Chapter 84

 


Ciara sagged into a blanket of bubbles and sighed contently. A glass of wine balanced on the rim of the bath, helping to take the edge off her frazzled nerves.

Closing her eyes she replayed the events of the day. How did this all happen so quickly? From a plain roadie to the leadsinger’s wardrobe assistant. She wasn’t at all concerned about any salary increase but heck she didn’t even like that man and now she was thrown into a pit, facing him everyday! Damn! Fate could be so cruel sometimes...Maybe if she gives it time she might grow to like the man. His other employees seem to be devoted and even seem to more than like him. Maybe it was a personality clash or something...hell who knows?

Her mind drifted off to that place before the body and mind merge into a dreamless state. Her muscles felt weightless, her mind floating...

She was a vision, lying there drifting amongst the bubbles, her moist curls all bunched up on top of her head, the tip of her breasts just skimming the surface. Jon felt his gums ached as his fangs pulsed, feeling his head hummed as his eyes feasted on her perfection so innocently displayed.

Her thoughts were at peace, she was somewhere safe, restful and he wanted to keep it that way. He wasn’t in the mood for fear tonight, he wanted her as she was now, hues of soft blue and royal blue twirls swirled around her, her heartbeat slow, her breathing rhythmic.

His fingers brushed the side of her face, sighing softly, she turned towards the touch, her long lashes shadowing her high cheekbones.

Ridding her of the clip keeping her curls in control, it fell down her face in waves, strong fingers dug into her scalp, massaging, sending a pleasurable thrill down her spine into her limbs. Ciara felt her head swaying from side to side, she felt weightless as if drifting on a cloud. Tranquillity held her captive and she sighed appreciatively.

Jon’s eyes glided towards the dusky pink nubs perky in the cool night air, sliding further down, he feasted on the dark triangle partly obscured by soapy bubbles.

“Let me take care of you...that’s it...let yourself go...” Ciara reached out to the comforting voice, surrendering herself completely.

Jon sensed as all her resistance crumbled, the mental block had vanished entirely and she opened her mind to his bidding.

A breeze brushed across her skin and she shivered. Her body arched towards the slight touch on her skin, yearning for more.

Jon paced his ragged breath as his fingers glided over slippery skin. Collarbones stretched underneath pearly skin, swollen mounts jutted from their soapy blanket, stealing his breath as her nipples blossomed into hard marbles as his hands cupped gently, rubbing rhythmically.

Jon’s heart was pounding in his ears, his body trembling as it fought for control. His hand vanished beneath the sheet of bubbles, tracing lazy circles down her belly, dipping playfully into her tiny belly button.

She sucked in her breath, moaning incoherently, her hips dipped low, rising up swiftly again, coaxing the hand closer to her core.

The hand refused her beckoning, veering slightly, it stroked her satiny thighs. Cupping her kneecaps, he dipped even lower, palming her calves, caressing the dainty feet decorated with bright pink toenails.

A wisp of cool air drew a displeased moan from her lips. Seconds later she was floating, pressed against a warm wall. She felt safe, snuggling closer to the warmth, her lips brushed against flesh, warm spicy flesh. Somewhere above her she heard a throaty groan, her mouth opened, tongue darting out, she tasted the saltiness of the wall, felt a wild vibration at the tip of it and moaned. Drums thudded close to her ear, matching hers. A roar soaked into her skin before her lips were captured, flattened against another set of warm, hungry lips. A slight sting sliced against her lower lip and she moaned, unexpectedly pleasured by it.

Lowering her towards the bed, she writhed restlessly beneath him, her hands groping into the air, searching for the warmth.

Jon towered above her, savouring the squirming curves dappled with drops covering her creamy skin. Cupping her knees, he parted her thighs, stilling her as she felt the warmth soaking into her skin, realising that she hadn’t been abandoned.

“Your so beautiful...yesssss...open for me Ciara.”

The voice was low, yet familiar. She moaned as long fingers splayed across her skin, mapping delicious trials from her ankles towards her quivering thighs.

Tiny droplets of blood oozed from Ciara’s lower lip where his fangs tore at the sensitive skin. Sliding his hands underneath her buttocks, he yanked her upwards, grinding her softness against the raging swelling in his jeans. His mouth found its own way and fastened on the tiny trail of blood glistening in the moonlight. Ciara’s body shuddered at the rhythmic suckling at her lip, moaning as the warm mouth traced down her jawline, nibbling there, catching every perfumed drop scattered across her throat as he worked his way even lower.

Jon’s heartbeat was a dull roar in his ears, her breathy moans was almost his undoing but he kept his desire in check, focusing only on pleasuring her.

As his tongue lapped at the drops on her breasts she captured his face, her hands digging into his hair, keeping him close to her skin. Her hips rotated lustily against the abrasive material of his jeans, teasing the shaft bulging painfully against the material.

“Oh God baby!” His growl was lost between the two peaks.

“I want more....p..please...I need more.” Her plea drifted towards him in the stillness of the night.

Dipping his head low, he nuzzled at her belly, scraping his aching fangs against her skin he felt the urge to sank his teeth deep inside her, he could almost taste the blood pooling in her tiny belly button...

A quick slice and he felt his fangs sink into the pearly skin. Her cry wasn’t from pain and she reared towards the suckling mouth, surrendering herself freely to the excruciating delight spearing into her. Lifting his mouth, he watched as her belly button filled with her own blood, sinking lower he took the pleasure in lapping lazily at the warm sweetness.

Warm fingers slid over her womanly curls only to touch the nub. She whined as it rubbed at the slickness there, nurturing the hunger inside her to a dull roar.

He seemed to be everywhere. Suckling at her belly, one hand splayed underneath her buttocks, kneading firmly. The hand slid from her buttocks, replacing the fingers stroking at her slit. Moist fingers found one breast, flicking playfully at the tiny, puckered nub, shifting slightly to afford the same pleasure to its twin.

Jon slowly detached from her belly, licking gently, he sealed the wound, not nearly as satisfied as he would like to be but tonight wasn’t about him...

Ciara felt his head descended lower, his lips skimmed the dark curls at the apex of her thighs and she stopped breathing, waiting in anticipation for the shock of pleasure as his lips met her core.

A flick of his tongue had her breath rush back to her in a sharp gasp. Her hands tugged at his hair, her head thrashed as the smoulder inside caught fire, raging through her veins and limbs in an all-embracing destruction of her senses.

Ciara was approaching her zenith at an alarming speed, her blood was sloshing through her veins, her heart pounding wildly. As two fingers slipped inside she whimpered loudly, her hips pistoning upwards to meet the strong thrust of his hand.

Sweet juices spilled onto Jon’s tongue and he suckled hungrily, feeling her contracting around his fingers as her climax build in a mad rush.

Waves crashed over Ciara and she cried out as her soul was flung from her body, drifting on a cloud of total bliss.

Ciara was limbless, every nerve was sizzling, her insides quivering as it floated back to realism.

His body covered hers, chasing the coldness and shadows away.

His lips tapped tiny kisses along her jaw, his voice low.

“Go to sleep now sweet baby...sweet dreams to you.”

Her eyelids fought for release, they didn’t budge.

Lips placed a soft peck on each of the restless lids.

“Sssshhhhh now...its ok...go to sleep...you are safe.”



Her hands cramped onto the lapels of his open shirt, pulling him towards her, she buried her face in his chest, snuggling in.

“Don’t leave me...stay with me until I go to sleep.”

But I am dreaming...how could I fall asleep?

His arms closed around her, pulling her curves into his frame. Stroking her sweaty curls from her face, he felt her pulse slowing down, her breathing becoming slower, steadier.

Closing his eyes, he focused on the woman in his arms, ignoring the pounding desire still pulsing in his crotch and the hunger lurking underneath the surface, keeping his fangs sharp and his insides coiling with anticipation.