Chapter 102

Jon looked over at the two ragdolls slumping on the couch just as the end of the movie flicked across the screen.

A tender smile splayed across his face.

Jesse was snuggled into Ciara’s side, his little hand nestled between her breasts. Ciara’s dark curls covered half of her face, her arm holding the little boy safely in her embrace.  Long lashes shadowed down her cheeks and Jon cocked his head as her slow, rhythmic heartbeat reached his ears. Jesse’s light heartbeat matched hers and he sat, listening to the peaceful thrumming, their slow breathing filling the air.

Pulling the boy gently from her, he settled him in bed, returning to the exquisite magnet cuddled on his couch.

Should he wake her? Make love to her...feed from her? Keep her?

His hunger seemed insatiable these days but his love...no lust for her even more so.

His fangs nudged through his gums without encouragement and Jon knew instinct had decided for him.

Jon slid onto the couch, pulling her gently towards him she moaned faintly, but quieted down moments later as his hands cradled her face.

Her pliant curves hunched against his chest and he took a deep breath, savouring her scent that was hers alone. The honeyed fragrance of her mahogany curls surrounded him and he grabbed a fistful of curls, burying his face into the softness, gulping greedily at the sweet aroma.

His fingertips found the minute tick in her temples, circling it slowly, he leaned forward, murmuring,” Renuntarea la miezul noptii "ile sarut. Renuntarea la decat Bliss. I entwines organisme ca unul. Inimile renuntarea la miezul noptii calatorii, renuntarea la iubita "S" Farmece.|

“Open your eyes Ciara, show me those beautiful green eyes...”

Her eyelids flickered for a few seconds before they obeyed the gentle request. Dreamy cat eyes shined into his, her pupils dilated and hypnotic.

Lifting himself, he settled onto his knees, cradling her between his strong thighs. His fingers slipped from her temples towards her nape, cupping her head, he marvelled at the satiny feel of her hair brushing over his fingertips. Tipping her head ever so slightly, he lowered his lips, stroking her eyelids.  Soft, feathery kisses skimmed her eyelids, the tip of her nose and then...her lips. Passion overrode any sense and he crushed her lips with his, her surrender sighed into his mouth as she afforded him entrance to her warm cavern.

Their tongues duelled with each other, dancing in lovers’ embrace. Ciara’s soft curves melted into his hard frame. Her hands stroked his chest, the warmth of her hands soaked through to his skin, sending an explosion of lava through his body. Impatient hands slipped to his waist, seeking the bunching muscles underneath. The material slid higher, and with it her warm seeking mouth...

An unholy growl emitted from Jon’s fanged mouth as Ciara’s mouth meshed with the wall of his abdomen. Her fingernails scraped over his nipples and Jon’s body bucked as a blend of pain and unbearable pleasure zinged through him.

“Ooohhhh good Ciara!” Jon groaned while she treated him to her fiery ministrations, he had to swallow hard, forcing the saliva pooling in his mouth as his hunger stampeded through his gut.

His hands captured her face, stealing one more kiss from her lips he settled her against his chest, trying to beat his out of control feelings back to where it belongs. Ciara’s palms spread over his pecs , he nails raking ever so slowly over his skin. Keeping her tightly in his embrace, he rested his head on hers, breathing her essence, allowing the scent of her arousal to set a pace to his own desires.

Shock suddenly rippled through Jon and he snapped his head down, looking at Ciara in disbelief.

Two neat rows of teeth marks welled up from his chest, her passion filled eyes stared back at him, a droplet of blood on her lip taunted Jon and his fangs inched lower, the smell of his own blood charging a flare of excitement through his veins.

His fingers twined in her hair, bringing her face closer to his slightly bleeding chest he coaxed, his voice vibrating with passion and hunger, “Taste me Ciara...”

Her tongue darted out, licking at the trickle of blood oozing from the tiny punctures. Her breathy groan had him tighten his hold on her locks and he leaned back, affording her as much access as she craved. Her swollen lips rolled over his skin, her tongue flicked up and down, left to right. Ciara’s nails dug into his skin, scraping inches of red trails down his body. 

Jon hissed, Ciara whimpered.

He realised he was hurting her and he gathered himself quickly, easing the tension on her scalp.

“Forgive me baby...you drive me so wild. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” It was but a hoarse whisper.

Ciara felt the cold night air on her skin as Jon eased her shirt off her shoulders, his thumbs brushed her nipples turning them into tight balls of pleasure.

She focused on the face above her. Somehow her vampire lover and Jon’s face was one. He had the strong chiselled features of Jon but the sharp fangs of her vampire. The eyes....the eyes were glowing orbs, a jumbled mixture of human and creature. She couldn’t understand how or why her mind played tricks on her. He was man and vampire, mortal and immortal fused together in one powerful, erotic package. She yielded to the knowledge and gave her passion full reign, submerging into this world her mind had thrown her into.

Jon relaxed as she abandoned her thoughts, welcoming the sweet cloak of her desire.

Her soft breasts flattened against his chest, the ample swell of her buttocks begged to be released from their clothed prison and Jon obliged, stripping her slowly.

Ciara’s hands hand a mind of their own and they fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, tugging sharply. Their naked bodies melted into each other, two lost puzzles finding its perfect match.

 Jon’s mouth nuzzled at her lips, searching for the feminine curve of her jaw. His fangs scraped hungrily over her skin, his tongue tasting the woman that causes his loins to melt...

Ciara held her breath as her lover lowered his mouth to the bulge in her neck. Where she used to feel panic she felt eager to feel his fangs sink into her flesh, his mouth sucking strongly at her vein.

Jon stilled at her thoughts...

Ciara’s hands entwined behind his head, her fingers massaged his scalp as she whispered.

“Take me....now.”
A possessive snarl was followed by a quick crunch as he sank into her neck. Ciara leaned back, exposing her neck to the hungry vampire lapping at neck. Fervour flooded Ciara’s whole being and she shuddered in ecstasy, her body melting into him, rubbing wantonly like a starved kitten against its master, begging for attention.

Jon lifted her as if she was weightless, her legs closed around his waist and he gathered her closer, his erection pressing at her sweet entrance. Pressing her into the couch, he laid her down gently. She opened like a flower in spring, arching upwards she moaned as she felt the steely moistness of his tip rubbing against her pulsing nub.  Jon’s mouth never left her pulsing vein, she felt so soft, so wet, so damn right...He stilled for a moment before he plunged into her awaiting heat.

He stole her breath with his mighty thrusts and all she could do was speak with her body, joining his unforgiving rhythm, rocking with him, giving as much as she took.

Her body tightened within and Jon deepened his penetration even more, his mind was a whirlpool of astonishing bliss as he felt her around him, flowing within him.  He could feel his own zenith tore trough his body.

“Oh....Ooooooooooooh.....Jon!” She cried as her slight frame spasmed, her eyelid fluttered open. Her mind had called to a man but she was in the arms of a vampire. She had expected his fury but there was none, his face was crooked into a satisfied smirk and flashing azure irises.

His strong body covered her own, sheltering her from the cool night air. His warm lips traced lazy kisses across her shoulders, his tongue lapped for a few moments at the puncture wounds drifting lower to nibble at her puckered pink nubs playfully.

A blanket of intimacy cocooned them in a world consisting of passionate hues of scarlet, cerise and lilac.

Ciara drifted on a cloud of fulfilment, her eyelids flickered close as her hands twirled softly over his back.

*Surrender to midnight’s kiss.

Surrender to fervent bliss.

Fervour entwines bodies as one.

Hearts surrender to midnight voyages, surrender to lover’s charms.