Jon slid onto the bed next to Ciara. It didn’t take long for her to slip closer, her head pillowed on his chest, her arm flung across his midriff.
He was staring into the darkness, listening to her breathing, feeling her heartbeat drumming against him.
He was supposed to feed tonight but he couldn’t get himself to leave her. Nothing tasted like her anyway. He sniffed her hair, keeping his nose right there.
He felt his fangs nudge through his gums and he had a good mind to flee from her room. He promised Ksenia he wouldn’t feed from her but hell....she smelled so damn good!
Brushing her hair from her neck, he leaned closer, licking the peachy skin there. He was playing a dangerous game...
Jon cursed as he moved from her neck. His hunger was ripping through his gut so badly, it was almost painful.
Ciara shifted in her sleep, cuddling even closer she buried her face in his chest. He stared at her, her mouth so close to his skin, he could feel her breath tickling him there.
His mind drifted back to his dressing room earlier that day. He still couldn’t comprehend what had happened. What had set it off? She had cravings for weeks now, and no one knew what it was until today. The night on the couch plucked at his conscience and he stiffened. She bit him! That night she bit him, she drank from him for the first time! Oh shit! What happened to her?
His stared at her angelic face for a few heart stopping moments. His mind was made up, he had to be sure. Bringing his wrist slowly to his mouth, he crunched down.
He grunted as his fangs pierced his vein. It hurt like a mother!
His blood spilled over his wrist, dark, inky liquid in the night. Ciara shifted in her sleep. Lining his wrist with her mouth, he hovered there, waiting for the first drops to fall.
Tip...tip...
One drop became two, three, four...it pooled on her lips.
Jon held his breath, waiting, watching.
A sigh escaped from her and she became restless. Her lips pursed together for a moment and then her tongue darted out, licking, savouring. She swallowed, her lips parted again, whimpering softly. She pleaded for more...
Jon lowered his wrist towards her mouth, turning it slowly, the blood spilled onto her lips, into her mouth.
She greedily swallowed, her tongue searching, catching every droplet.
Jon was fully fanged. He wasn’t thinking straight. Watching her as she savoured his blood brought his own famine to mind.
Ciara arched towards his wrist, just before he could move, she latched on, her mouth suckling strongly at the open vein.
“Ciara you have to stop. You are going to get sick.” He broke the contact but she kept pleading for more.
The scent of his blood and the sight of it on her lips proved too much and Jon snatched her up tightly against him, his fangs slicing quickly through the delicate skin in her neck.
He suckled strongly, his thirst seemed unquenchable and he crunched even harder, opening the vein even more.
She whimpered pitifully. Jon extracted his fangs from her, his suckling became gentler yet staying strong.
Her hands tangled in his hair, her body arched towards him as desire flooded her being.
Hearing her heartbeat dip, he stopped drinking. Lapping languorously, he sealed the wound, feeling her squirm in his arms. She was restless, she wanted more...blood?
“You can’t have anymore baby. I dunno what could happen if you drink too much.”
What it would do he wasn’t sure but surely vampire blood couldn’t be safe for her?
He was cradling her in his arms when her eyes drifted open. Blinking slowly, he saw realization dawned. She stiffened in his arms.
“Why are you here?!”
She was staring into the vampire’s shining irises. His shoulders were heaving violently and she went cold all over when her eyes dropped to his fangs.
The scent of blood was overwhelming in the room, she brushed her neck and her fingers brushed over a sensitive spot and she knew...
She pushed against him and was surprised to see him letting her go willingly.
“What are you doing here? Haven’t you had enough yet?”
His voice vibrated through her.
“The question is, have you?” His bleeding wrist came into view and she shrieked as her fingers touched something moist on her lips.
Lowering her fingers she gasped as the dark liquid filled her nostrils, making her want more.
“No...no...no...NO! This is all your fault!”
“You wanted it and I gave it.”
“What have you done to me?!” She was about to dash from the bed but he caged her in with his body, pushing her into the mattress.
“You love it. You begged for it.”
“I’ll never beg for blood, never!”
“I can make you beg for more than just my blood..”
“Please no! “ Squeezing her eyes tightly together, she hoped, prayed that he would be gone.
“I’m going no where Ciara.” His breath was on her lips. His tongue darted out, tasting himself on her lips was erotic as hell!
Her breath hitched in her throat and her lips opened just that little but more...
“I can taste myself on your lips....Do you know what it does to me?”
She didn’t move, her resounding heartbeat and little pants were the only sound in the room.
“Refusing to look at me doesn’t make me less present Ciara.”
Her eyelids peeled back slowly, coming face to face with the predator of the night. For some reason he didn’t seem as intimidating as before. His eyes seemed more beastly than human and his fangs send a frission of something through her, knowing that it had been close to her skin, tasting, biting...
His glittering orbs dipped from view and her breath hitched as his tongue dabbed at her lips again. His tongue delved deeper and deeper, twirling playfully with her tongue, the kiss deepened. Their lips meshed together in heated passion.
Ciara’s tongue twirled over the elongated fangs, her core was smouldering with molten lava dripping from her veins.
He suddenly broke the kiss and leaned back.
Staring down at her he opened his mouth, grazing his fangs over his lips, he crunched down. His grunt as it sliced through the sensitive skin assaulted her oversensitive nerves.
He lowered his lips towards her.
“Please..no!”
“Yessssssssss....taste me. You know you want to.”
His blood was a dark streak on his lips.
She shuddered as his lips touched hers again. Ciara expected to coil back in disgust but the nectar seeping into her mouth was so unexpectedly pleasant, she latched onto his lower lip.
“Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....” His arms enfolded her in a tight embrace.
Jon’s head was swimming, his body ached as it begged for release.
He moved away from her searching mouth, slamming his mouth against hers he felt her energy draining from her.
She became even more pliant in his arms.
“I’m tired...”
He settled her back onto the bed, her eyes were already battling to stay open.
He waited and watched. Her breathing lowered until it were deep, slow breaths.
He left the room soon after, her still form bathed by the moonlight.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Chapter 115
“She did what?!” Richie was ready to keel over. Had Jon turned her?
“She can’t be a vampire. Something is just off...”
“Uuhh her sucking your blood could definitely be seen as fucking off!”
“Hello boys.”
Ksenia’s smile froze as two serious faces turned her way.
“What’s wrong?”
“Its Ciara.”
“Oh God! What about her?”
Jon’s dark eyes turned her way.
“I did something to her. I just dunno what.”
“What did you do?” Ksenia’s eyes widened even more.
“How do I put this...” Jon searched for words.
“Ciara drank Jon’s blood and she liked it. What? You didn’t know how to put it!”
“Oh shit Jon! What did you do?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“How did this happen? Have you turned her?”
“I don’t think so. She hasn’t changed. I would have picked up on it wouldn’t I?”
“Yes you should have, but why is she liking it?” Ksenia frowned.”Where is she now?”
Jon stilled for a moment.
“She’s in her room.”
“I’m going to her. We need to find out what’s been happening before someone gets hurt.”
Ksenia found a tearstained Ciara in her room.
“Honneeeyyyy what’s wrong?”
“I...*sniff*...I dunno.”
“Was Jon too harsh with you today?”
She blew into a tissue.
“Maybe...or its just hormones.”
The girls settled on the bed a while later, steamy cups of hot chocolate cradled between their hands.
Ciara seemed miles away.
“I heard what happened in Jon’s dressing room today.”
Ciara gasped.
“Don’t be upset with him, please? Jon is really concerned about you.”
“I don’t know why I did that! I think everything was just too much. Jon shouting and hurting himself and me trying to rush to get the buttons on the shirt and then him bleeding all over the place!”
“Did you like it?” Ksenia’s look sobered her hysteria.
“I...don’t know...NO! I couldn’t like it...could I?”
How could she explain that she had been intimate with a vampire and that it might be the problem?
~~
“You know who might be able to help us?”
“No fucking way. I don’t want her close to Ciara.”
“Jon come on! What can go wrong? You won’t let Chimala do something to her but she might help us to understand what the fuck is going on.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Jon found Ksenia with Ciara. She was just about to leave and leaned over to pull the blanket over Ciara’s still form.
“She is sleeping.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I grew up with vampires remember?”
She closed the bedroom door behind her.
“I don’t think its such a good idea tonight Jon. She needs her rest.”
Jon’s lopsided smile tugged at her heartstrings.
“I just wanna be with her. I won’t wake her. I promise.”
“And no feeding.”
“No feeding.”
“What did she say?”
“She is very confused and upset about what happened. She blamed it on you being a royal ass to her today and the shock of you hurting yourself.”
“We both know that wasn’t the reason.”
“She does too. Why do you think she was crying so badly? She is afraid that she might be turning into a vampire.”
“But that can’t be possible. It doesn’t take that long.”
“No it doesn’t. Well I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow but we have to get behind this soon.”
Jon agreed, “G’night honey.”
“Don’t disturb her, you promised.”
“That I did.”
“She can’t be a vampire. Something is just off...”
“Uuhh her sucking your blood could definitely be seen as fucking off!”
“Hello boys.”
Ksenia’s smile froze as two serious faces turned her way.
“What’s wrong?”
“Its Ciara.”
“Oh God! What about her?”
Jon’s dark eyes turned her way.
“I did something to her. I just dunno what.”
“What did you do?” Ksenia’s eyes widened even more.
“How do I put this...” Jon searched for words.
“Ciara drank Jon’s blood and she liked it. What? You didn’t know how to put it!”
“Oh shit Jon! What did you do?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“How did this happen? Have you turned her?”
“I don’t think so. She hasn’t changed. I would have picked up on it wouldn’t I?”
“Yes you should have, but why is she liking it?” Ksenia frowned.”Where is she now?”
Jon stilled for a moment.
“She’s in her room.”
“I’m going to her. We need to find out what’s been happening before someone gets hurt.”
Ksenia found a tearstained Ciara in her room.
“Honneeeyyyy what’s wrong?”
“I...*sniff*...I dunno.”
“Was Jon too harsh with you today?”
She blew into a tissue.
“Maybe...or its just hormones.”
The girls settled on the bed a while later, steamy cups of hot chocolate cradled between their hands.
Ciara seemed miles away.
“I heard what happened in Jon’s dressing room today.”
Ciara gasped.
“Don’t be upset with him, please? Jon is really concerned about you.”
“I don’t know why I did that! I think everything was just too much. Jon shouting and hurting himself and me trying to rush to get the buttons on the shirt and then him bleeding all over the place!”
“Did you like it?” Ksenia’s look sobered her hysteria.
“I...don’t know...NO! I couldn’t like it...could I?”
How could she explain that she had been intimate with a vampire and that it might be the problem?
~~
“You know who might be able to help us?”
“No fucking way. I don’t want her close to Ciara.”
“Jon come on! What can go wrong? You won’t let Chimala do something to her but she might help us to understand what the fuck is going on.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Jon found Ksenia with Ciara. She was just about to leave and leaned over to pull the blanket over Ciara’s still form.
“She is sleeping.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I grew up with vampires remember?”
She closed the bedroom door behind her.
“I don’t think its such a good idea tonight Jon. She needs her rest.”
Jon’s lopsided smile tugged at her heartstrings.
“I just wanna be with her. I won’t wake her. I promise.”
“And no feeding.”
“No feeding.”
“What did she say?”
“She is very confused and upset about what happened. She blamed it on you being a royal ass to her today and the shock of you hurting yourself.”
“We both know that wasn’t the reason.”
“She does too. Why do you think she was crying so badly? She is afraid that she might be turning into a vampire.”
“But that can’t be possible. It doesn’t take that long.”
“No it doesn’t. Well I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow but we have to get behind this soon.”
Jon agreed, “G’night honey.”
“Don’t disturb her, you promised.”
“That I did.”
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Chapter 114
“You pissed him off real good.”
Ciara frowned at Richie.
“Now why would you say that?”
It had been weeks since they shared a bed. It couldn’t possibly still be the reason!
“Weeell its been going on for weeks and his mood isn’t lifting.”
He didn’t want to mention the fact that his friend hadn’t fed in weeks and that elevated the whole explosive situation.
Jon disappeared into his dressing room and everyone was just about to breathe easier when he bellowed her name. All eyes turned to her and she swallowed, inching her way towards the dreaded room.
The door flung open and his blazing eyes shot out the door.
“Get your ass in here!”
She gasped at his rude behaviour but did as she was told. Closing the door behind her, she waited for him to acknowledge her.
“Ok I’m here.”
He turned around and she gasped in horror.
“What the hell did you do?!”
His shirt was missing its entire buttons. His chest was a mangled mess of bloody scrapes.
“I couldn’t button the shit up.” There was a wildness in his eyes, his shoulders heaved as his breath laboured.
“So you ripped it all to hell and hurt yourself in the process? What’s the matter with you?!”
“Ciara, do not treat me like a child. I do NOT have the fucking patience for that right now. Just fix this.” He threw the shirt towards her.
His eyes seemed to glimmer dangerously and she bit her tongue.
“I need to get the first aid so I can clean the scratch marks..”
“These? It’s nothing. Just fix my shirt.”
“Fix your shirt? Are you crazy? You have to be on stage in half an hour!”
“Ciara...” his warning rang in her ears.
“The first aid kit.” She stood her ground.
Taking a deep breath, he pointed towards a chest in the corner.
Dipping cotton balls into the disinfectant, she patted at his broken skin, still amazed at how it was possible to hurt himself like that. He was standing deathly still, his eyes burning into her.
The shirt lay discarded on the dressing table, the buttons scattered everywhere.
“Dammit it burns.”
“Hold still.” She caught a glimpse of his eyes and dropped her gaze immediately. The colour was dark and stormy, she couldn’t deal with its intensity right now.
His chest rose sharply as his lungs expanded.
“You smell nice.”
“Thank you.” Her hand shook nervously. He was too close for comfort. Licking her lips nervously, she tried to focus on something else. She was used to Jon’s scent by know but tonight something smelled different, more alluring. Her ever present craving reared its ugly head again and she cleared her throat. She tried to focus on his wounds but with every stroke it got worse. A scent had set it off...
“Something the matter?”
“Uu...no...not at all.”
Jon could sense her uncontrollable craving and her confusion to what it was. Intrigued he watched the display of emotions flashing across her face.
“Are you hungry? Do you need something.” His voice was deceptively low.
“No I’m good.”
“You’re lying again.” She felt his chest rumble underneath her fingers.
Turning towards the basin, she poured the bloody liquid down the drain. Turning the tap she washed her hands. The alluring scent lost its strength and she breathed more easily, feeling control seeping back.
“Could you try and gather the buttons for me? I need to start on the shirt if you still want to wear it tonight.”
Ciara was engrossed in her task at hand. Jon shuffled around hunting down the last button when she heard his sharp intake of breath.
The scent was back again! It hit her nostrils and shot down to her stomach in a flash. She turned to see why Jon was cursing like a trooper when she gasped in horror.
Jon was cradling his wrist. Dark crimson blood rushed down his hand.
“Jon?! Oh shit!”
“The fucking wine glass, I forgot about it.”
Ciara jumped up from the chair.
“I think you need stitches. Let me see.”
“No! I’m ok.” He had turned his back on her, clutching his hand. His voice seemed strange somehow.
“Jon for God’s sake let me see.” She touched his shoulder
“Leave me the fuck alone.” He swivelled around so violently, Ciara felt warm blood splatter all over her mouth.
Ciara stilled instantly. The scent she was craving was all over her!
No! No! Please God! What’s happening to me?!
Jon stared at her in dismay.
Her hysterical thoughts filled his mind.
As if in slow motion, her tongue darted out running along her lips, sweeping the dark liquid into her mouth.
Her appreciative moan speared through him, the sight of her tasting his blood and her intense pleasure as it slid down her throat set the pit of his stomach on fire.
“Ciara? What the fuck...”
Wild eyes flashed in his, her hands flew to her mouth.
“I need to stop the bleeding.”
She rushed towards the basin, coming back with a cloth, she took his bleeding hand, applying pressure.
“I’m sorry if it hurts but I need to stop the bleeding.”
Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She didn’t know what had just happened to her and to be honest, she didn’t want to think about it either.
“Ciara...what just happened?”
“Jon please..” Ciara blinked at the tears. Her confused thoughts pounded in his head.
She slipped the cloth from his hand. She looked closer. The cut wasn’t as bad as she thought!
“Told you it was nothing.”
“All that blood wasn’t nothing, Jon.”
“And you licking my blood aint either.”
“It was a reaction, nothing to it. I was scared shitless when I saw all the blood and then...”
“You liked it, didn’t you?” He was growling again.
“No! How could I like it? It was blood, blood never tastes good. Let me just finish the last button on your shirt. Are you sure you don’t need something for that cut?”
“Naaw...I’m good.”
He was buttoning up his shirt when there was a rap on the door.
“It’s time Jon!”
“Yeah I’m comin’.”
“You coming to watch?”
“I’m just going to clean up here first.”
She avoided his gaze.
Jon was ready to get on stage when Ciara’s intense pleasure washed over him once again. He shuddered uncontrollably as he realised what had brought it on. She was satisfying her new found craving in his dressing room...
Ciara frowned at Richie.
“Now why would you say that?”
It had been weeks since they shared a bed. It couldn’t possibly still be the reason!
“Weeell its been going on for weeks and his mood isn’t lifting.”
He didn’t want to mention the fact that his friend hadn’t fed in weeks and that elevated the whole explosive situation.
Jon disappeared into his dressing room and everyone was just about to breathe easier when he bellowed her name. All eyes turned to her and she swallowed, inching her way towards the dreaded room.
The door flung open and his blazing eyes shot out the door.
“Get your ass in here!”
She gasped at his rude behaviour but did as she was told. Closing the door behind her, she waited for him to acknowledge her.
“Ok I’m here.”
He turned around and she gasped in horror.
“What the hell did you do?!”
His shirt was missing its entire buttons. His chest was a mangled mess of bloody scrapes.
“I couldn’t button the shit up.” There was a wildness in his eyes, his shoulders heaved as his breath laboured.
“So you ripped it all to hell and hurt yourself in the process? What’s the matter with you?!”
“Ciara, do not treat me like a child. I do NOT have the fucking patience for that right now. Just fix this.” He threw the shirt towards her.
His eyes seemed to glimmer dangerously and she bit her tongue.
“I need to get the first aid so I can clean the scratch marks..”
“These? It’s nothing. Just fix my shirt.”
“Fix your shirt? Are you crazy? You have to be on stage in half an hour!”
“Ciara...” his warning rang in her ears.
“The first aid kit.” She stood her ground.
Taking a deep breath, he pointed towards a chest in the corner.
Dipping cotton balls into the disinfectant, she patted at his broken skin, still amazed at how it was possible to hurt himself like that. He was standing deathly still, his eyes burning into her.
The shirt lay discarded on the dressing table, the buttons scattered everywhere.
“Dammit it burns.”
“Hold still.” She caught a glimpse of his eyes and dropped her gaze immediately. The colour was dark and stormy, she couldn’t deal with its intensity right now.
His chest rose sharply as his lungs expanded.
“You smell nice.”
“Thank you.” Her hand shook nervously. He was too close for comfort. Licking her lips nervously, she tried to focus on something else. She was used to Jon’s scent by know but tonight something smelled different, more alluring. Her ever present craving reared its ugly head again and she cleared her throat. She tried to focus on his wounds but with every stroke it got worse. A scent had set it off...
“Something the matter?”
“Uu...no...not at all.”
Jon could sense her uncontrollable craving and her confusion to what it was. Intrigued he watched the display of emotions flashing across her face.
“Are you hungry? Do you need something.” His voice was deceptively low.
“No I’m good.”
“You’re lying again.” She felt his chest rumble underneath her fingers.
Turning towards the basin, she poured the bloody liquid down the drain. Turning the tap she washed her hands. The alluring scent lost its strength and she breathed more easily, feeling control seeping back.
“Could you try and gather the buttons for me? I need to start on the shirt if you still want to wear it tonight.”
Ciara was engrossed in her task at hand. Jon shuffled around hunting down the last button when she heard his sharp intake of breath.
The scent was back again! It hit her nostrils and shot down to her stomach in a flash. She turned to see why Jon was cursing like a trooper when she gasped in horror.
Jon was cradling his wrist. Dark crimson blood rushed down his hand.
“Jon?! Oh shit!”
“The fucking wine glass, I forgot about it.”
Ciara jumped up from the chair.
“I think you need stitches. Let me see.”
“No! I’m ok.” He had turned his back on her, clutching his hand. His voice seemed strange somehow.
“Jon for God’s sake let me see.” She touched his shoulder
“Leave me the fuck alone.” He swivelled around so violently, Ciara felt warm blood splatter all over her mouth.
Ciara stilled instantly. The scent she was craving was all over her!
No! No! Please God! What’s happening to me?!
Jon stared at her in dismay.
Her hysterical thoughts filled his mind.
As if in slow motion, her tongue darted out running along her lips, sweeping the dark liquid into her mouth.
Her appreciative moan speared through him, the sight of her tasting his blood and her intense pleasure as it slid down her throat set the pit of his stomach on fire.
“Ciara? What the fuck...”
Wild eyes flashed in his, her hands flew to her mouth.
“I need to stop the bleeding.”
She rushed towards the basin, coming back with a cloth, she took his bleeding hand, applying pressure.
“I’m sorry if it hurts but I need to stop the bleeding.”
Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She didn’t know what had just happened to her and to be honest, she didn’t want to think about it either.
“Ciara...what just happened?”
“Jon please..” Ciara blinked at the tears. Her confused thoughts pounded in his head.
She slipped the cloth from his hand. She looked closer. The cut wasn’t as bad as she thought!
“Told you it was nothing.”
“All that blood wasn’t nothing, Jon.”
“And you licking my blood aint either.”
“It was a reaction, nothing to it. I was scared shitless when I saw all the blood and then...”
“You liked it, didn’t you?” He was growling again.
“No! How could I like it? It was blood, blood never tastes good. Let me just finish the last button on your shirt. Are you sure you don’t need something for that cut?”
“Naaw...I’m good.”
He was buttoning up his shirt when there was a rap on the door.
“It’s time Jon!”
“Yeah I’m comin’.”
“You coming to watch?”
“I’m just going to clean up here first.”
She avoided his gaze.
Jon was ready to get on stage when Ciara’s intense pleasure washed over him once again. He shuddered uncontrollably as he realised what had brought it on. She was satisfying her new found craving in his dressing room...
Chapter 113
Ciara woke with an instant awareness that she was being watched. She became aware of another weight resting on her bed, a feathery breath fanning her cheek. Her face was flush with a male throat and she stilled. The scorching night of before tumbled into her mind and she groaned.
Oh shit! She had slept with Jon!
She felt her face burn.
“Too late for regrets baby, much too late.” She jumped at his taunting so close to her ears. Her eyes swung heavenly wards and were lost in those sapphire pools.
His head was resting on his hand, the other reached for her and she stilled, staring wide eyed.
His finger traced the outline of her swollen lips, it wasn’t long before his head dipped and his lips followed the same route of his fingertip.
Ciara felt herself melt yet again but Jon’s wedding band glared from the morning rays filtering in and she stiffened, jerking from him.
“This was a mistake.” Clutching the sheet to cover her nakedness, she shot up, her hand cradled her temple, a painful groan slipping from her lips.
“No it wasn’t. We both wanted it.”
“I was drunk.”
“You were tipsy.” She saw his eyes flash.
“I didn’t think straight. I don’t sleep with married men.” She eyed his wedding band and Jon huffed as he lowered his left hand.
“Ciara don’t do this. Don’t turn what we shared last night into something vile because it wasn’t.” His fingers brushed her naked back.
“I told you to leave remember? You refused to accept my rejection of you.”
His hand stilled, a tick pulsed at his jaw.
Don’t piss him off...
His eyes focused on her face, watching her intently, he frowned.
“Are you scared of me?”
“No, why would I be?”
“Did someone warn you against me?”
Dorothea’s name shot towards him.
Her heart jumped in her chest. How did he?
“Why would you ask such a thing?”
“Just askin.”
Ciara avoided his eyes.
“I...I think you need to go.”
“Is that all you’re going to say about what we shared?”
“I could tell you it was a mistake but...”
“Jesus Ciara! What is it with you? Do you think I’m an idiot? I can see you are attracted to me! Why deny it?”
“I’ve been attracted to other men before, some married but I didn’t jump into their beds.”
Jon didn’t like what he heard.
“I came to you remember? Your bed...you. What is it about me that scares you away? This?” He yanked the wedding band from his finger. Staring in horror, he flung it across the room. “It doesn’t mean shit anymore. She wants me out of her life and thats just what I did. Stop using my failing marriage as an excuse. If you want me, take me. If not, tell me to stop wasting my time and I’ll fuck off.”
Ciara slipped from the bed, the sheet firmly clutched to her nakedness. Searching for the ring, she picked it up, walking back towards him, she held it out.
“Take it.”
His hand raked through his hair, ogling the ring as if it was a snake.
“I don’t fucking want it.”
“I don’t want it either. It’s yours, take it.”
Flipping his palm around, he held his hand, waiting.
Ciara dropped the ring onto his splayed palm. His hand closed around her wrist and he tugged, hard.
Her cry echoed in the air as she tumbled against his chest and in between his thighs.
He flicked the ring onto the nightstand, turning his attention to her.
Her dishevelled curls sparked in the rays of the morning sun. Her face was flushed; her peachy shoulders the only skin peaking from the sheet.
“Jon...please!”
“Please what?” He was searching her face.
“I can’t do this. You need to go.” Tears were brimming her eyes.
His sarcastic snort grated her ears.
“You’re so fucking full of it! Blame the alcohol all you want. You wanted this just as I did. You use every excuse in the book not to want me. I see right through your little charade. But you know what. I don’t fucking beg for sex or attention. So I’ll play your little game and leave.” He shoved her out of the way, reaching for his jeans, he slipped it over his hips.
He was heading for the door when she stopped him.
“Your ring.”
He eyed it coldly.
“If it means so much to you, why don’t you keep it.”
She jumped as she heard the door slammed.
Oh shit! She had slept with Jon!
She felt her face burn.
“Too late for regrets baby, much too late.” She jumped at his taunting so close to her ears. Her eyes swung heavenly wards and were lost in those sapphire pools.
His head was resting on his hand, the other reached for her and she stilled, staring wide eyed.
His finger traced the outline of her swollen lips, it wasn’t long before his head dipped and his lips followed the same route of his fingertip.
Ciara felt herself melt yet again but Jon’s wedding band glared from the morning rays filtering in and she stiffened, jerking from him.
“This was a mistake.” Clutching the sheet to cover her nakedness, she shot up, her hand cradled her temple, a painful groan slipping from her lips.
“No it wasn’t. We both wanted it.”
“I was drunk.”
“You were tipsy.” She saw his eyes flash.
“I didn’t think straight. I don’t sleep with married men.” She eyed his wedding band and Jon huffed as he lowered his left hand.
“Ciara don’t do this. Don’t turn what we shared last night into something vile because it wasn’t.” His fingers brushed her naked back.
“I told you to leave remember? You refused to accept my rejection of you.”
His hand stilled, a tick pulsed at his jaw.
Don’t piss him off...
His eyes focused on her face, watching her intently, he frowned.
“Are you scared of me?”
“No, why would I be?”
“Did someone warn you against me?”
Dorothea’s name shot towards him.
Her heart jumped in her chest. How did he?
“Why would you ask such a thing?”
“Just askin.”
Ciara avoided his eyes.
“I...I think you need to go.”
“Is that all you’re going to say about what we shared?”
“I could tell you it was a mistake but...”
“Jesus Ciara! What is it with you? Do you think I’m an idiot? I can see you are attracted to me! Why deny it?”
“I’ve been attracted to other men before, some married but I didn’t jump into their beds.”
Jon didn’t like what he heard.
“I came to you remember? Your bed...you. What is it about me that scares you away? This?” He yanked the wedding band from his finger. Staring in horror, he flung it across the room. “It doesn’t mean shit anymore. She wants me out of her life and thats just what I did. Stop using my failing marriage as an excuse. If you want me, take me. If not, tell me to stop wasting my time and I’ll fuck off.”
Ciara slipped from the bed, the sheet firmly clutched to her nakedness. Searching for the ring, she picked it up, walking back towards him, she held it out.
“Take it.”
His hand raked through his hair, ogling the ring as if it was a snake.
“I don’t fucking want it.”
“I don’t want it either. It’s yours, take it.”
Flipping his palm around, he held his hand, waiting.
Ciara dropped the ring onto his splayed palm. His hand closed around her wrist and he tugged, hard.
Her cry echoed in the air as she tumbled against his chest and in between his thighs.
He flicked the ring onto the nightstand, turning his attention to her.
Her dishevelled curls sparked in the rays of the morning sun. Her face was flushed; her peachy shoulders the only skin peaking from the sheet.
“Jon...please!”
“Please what?” He was searching her face.
“I can’t do this. You need to go.” Tears were brimming her eyes.
His sarcastic snort grated her ears.
“You’re so fucking full of it! Blame the alcohol all you want. You wanted this just as I did. You use every excuse in the book not to want me. I see right through your little charade. But you know what. I don’t fucking beg for sex or attention. So I’ll play your little game and leave.” He shoved her out of the way, reaching for his jeans, he slipped it over his hips.
He was heading for the door when she stopped him.
“Your ring.”
He eyed it coldly.
“If it means so much to you, why don’t you keep it.”
She jumped as she heard the door slammed.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Chapter 112
Jon traced the outline of her spine with his index finger. She was laying on her stomach, facing him, her breathing slow in deep slumber. The sheet was crumpled down to her hips, her hair a tumbled mass of curls spread all over his pillow. She had been asleep for hours, her heartbeat had slow down considerably. Her beautiful face seemed so young and innocent.
Jon felt the first stirrings in his groin and he huffed at himself. He was suppose to be sated but to be so close to her by invitation and not hypnosis was a new experience for him and he wanted to savour each minute of it. He had a feeling that the light of day would shatter their intimate cocoon and he wanted to drag it out for as long as he possibly could.
His fingers reached her tailbone yet again but this time he swiped the sheet aside, displaying her lush, rounded buttocks. His desire for her sparked in his groin and he shifted closer, pushing his erection tight against her side. She shifted in sleep, her face as peaceful as an angel.
Jon knew he was being selfish but his body was pulsing yet again and tonight he would give his feelings full reign. Tonight he could be Jon, the man.
His mouth tasted the saltiness of her skin, his hand squeezed the womanly curves.
Sliding one leg over hers he slipped over her, his body pressing her deeper into the mattress. His left hand pressed into the bed, carrying his weight, the other, exploring every delicious inch of peachy skin.
His lips stamped hot kisses down her spine. His hands kneaded her waist, moulding her softness with his palm.
Jon immediately knew when Ciara became aware of his lovemaking. Her heartbeat tripped and tumbled. Her breathing became shallow, quicker.
He leaned into her, nipping at her ear, he whispered.
“Hello there Sweet baby.”
“Hi...” her breath hitched as he licked at her lips, her mouth opened willingly and he slipped inside.
She whimpered unappreciatively when he broke contact with her, and he laughed softly. His low rumble played over her senses and she shuddered, a rush of excitement coursing through her.
Jon slipped his hands beneath her, suddenly lifting her he slipped her buttocks onto his lap. Her back leaned into his chest, her long tresses scraping between them until she felt him lifting the heavy tresses, sweeping it aside to give him access to the place he loved to taste, her neck. He had his fair share of blood but the need to taste her was a pulsing ache in his gums. He licked appreciatively at the ticking vein, her head rolled on his shoulder, her hands clutching his thighs. He opened his mouth...his growl echoed through the room.
His hand gripped her chin and yanked her face towards his mouth. Ciara whimpered as his mouth closed forcibly on hers, demanding entry into her warmth. His hand drifted from her chin and joined its twin, flicking hungrily over her puckered nubs. A cry slipped from her mouth to his and he deepened the kiss even more, exploring every dark crevice in her mouth.
Ciara almost forgot to breathe as she concentrated at the hand tracing slow patterns down her body. His finger dipped in her navel and she swayed her hips, pushing her stomach closer.
“Are you hungry for me, just as I am for you?” The words brushed across her neck.
She nodded, taking his hand she guided it towards her wetness just to show him how much she was aching for him.
A moan reached Jon’s ears and his member twitched, pressing even harder into her back. His fingers were soaked with her arousal, slipping between her folds he stroked rhythmically. Her hips bucked against his fingers, brazenly rubbing against the hand giving her mindless pleasure.
“Oh...Jon...please I can’t...hhhmmmmm.”
“Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything you want...tell me.” Heat radiated from her in waves. Her heartbeat was a strong thrum in his ears. Her scent overwhelmed him, her breathy mewling rushed through his body towards his impatient member.
“I need you inside me...”
“...and that’s just what you gonna get.” His voice sounded strange to her ears, more animalistic than human but she didn’t give a damn.
He suddenly lifted her from him, gripping her by the hips he hauled her backwards towards the edge of the bed. His weight lifted from the mattress and before she could focus, her buttocks crashed against hard thighs.
“Hold on sweet baby, this is going to be one hell of a ride.”
She turned her head to meet his gaze, His eyes were dark shining orbs, he stood proudly behind her, his smile devastating. As answer, she rubbed wantonly against his shaft and she took pleasure in the hiss snaking from his lips.
Ciara held her breath but it was knocked from her as he entered her in one strong thrust. His hands held her tight against him but she couldn’t stand it for too long and wiggled against him impatiently.
He pulled back slightly and just as she thought he was going to slip from her, he pounded into her. His thrusts were destructive in its nature and every plunge shattered a little bit more inside her.
Ciara couldn’t catch her breath, he was too deep, too overwhelming too damn strong. She tumbled into a maelstrom of mindless pleasure.
Jon tumbled into his own abyss as he felt her squeezed around him. Her whimper was deafening in his sensitive ears and he gritted his teeth, wincing as his fangs sliced against his lips.
Jon slid from her warmth. Ciara felt her muscles melt and she collapsed only to be held up with strong, deft hands.
“I got you.”
He lowered her slowly towards the mattress, his hands gentle on her body. Sliding onto then bed he tugged her towards him as he leaned against the pillows plumped up against the wall. She curled against his side, her head pillowed by his muscled chest. Her arm sneaked onto his midriff, her hand brushing his pecs.
He buried his lips in her hair, closing his eyes, he stayed there.
Her hand slowed with each stroke until it finally stopped.
She was asleep.
Jon felt the first stirrings in his groin and he huffed at himself. He was suppose to be sated but to be so close to her by invitation and not hypnosis was a new experience for him and he wanted to savour each minute of it. He had a feeling that the light of day would shatter their intimate cocoon and he wanted to drag it out for as long as he possibly could.
His fingers reached her tailbone yet again but this time he swiped the sheet aside, displaying her lush, rounded buttocks. His desire for her sparked in his groin and he shifted closer, pushing his erection tight against her side. She shifted in sleep, her face as peaceful as an angel.
Jon knew he was being selfish but his body was pulsing yet again and tonight he would give his feelings full reign. Tonight he could be Jon, the man.
His mouth tasted the saltiness of her skin, his hand squeezed the womanly curves.
Sliding one leg over hers he slipped over her, his body pressing her deeper into the mattress. His left hand pressed into the bed, carrying his weight, the other, exploring every delicious inch of peachy skin.
His lips stamped hot kisses down her spine. His hands kneaded her waist, moulding her softness with his palm.
Jon immediately knew when Ciara became aware of his lovemaking. Her heartbeat tripped and tumbled. Her breathing became shallow, quicker.
He leaned into her, nipping at her ear, he whispered.
“Hello there Sweet baby.”
“Hi...” her breath hitched as he licked at her lips, her mouth opened willingly and he slipped inside.
She whimpered unappreciatively when he broke contact with her, and he laughed softly. His low rumble played over her senses and she shuddered, a rush of excitement coursing through her.
Jon slipped his hands beneath her, suddenly lifting her he slipped her buttocks onto his lap. Her back leaned into his chest, her long tresses scraping between them until she felt him lifting the heavy tresses, sweeping it aside to give him access to the place he loved to taste, her neck. He had his fair share of blood but the need to taste her was a pulsing ache in his gums. He licked appreciatively at the ticking vein, her head rolled on his shoulder, her hands clutching his thighs. He opened his mouth...his growl echoed through the room.
His hand gripped her chin and yanked her face towards his mouth. Ciara whimpered as his mouth closed forcibly on hers, demanding entry into her warmth. His hand drifted from her chin and joined its twin, flicking hungrily over her puckered nubs. A cry slipped from her mouth to his and he deepened the kiss even more, exploring every dark crevice in her mouth.
Ciara almost forgot to breathe as she concentrated at the hand tracing slow patterns down her body. His finger dipped in her navel and she swayed her hips, pushing her stomach closer.
“Are you hungry for me, just as I am for you?” The words brushed across her neck.
She nodded, taking his hand she guided it towards her wetness just to show him how much she was aching for him.
A moan reached Jon’s ears and his member twitched, pressing even harder into her back. His fingers were soaked with her arousal, slipping between her folds he stroked rhythmically. Her hips bucked against his fingers, brazenly rubbing against the hand giving her mindless pleasure.
“Oh...Jon...please I can’t...hhhmmmmm.”
“Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything you want...tell me.” Heat radiated from her in waves. Her heartbeat was a strong thrum in his ears. Her scent overwhelmed him, her breathy mewling rushed through his body towards his impatient member.
“I need you inside me...”
“...and that’s just what you gonna get.” His voice sounded strange to her ears, more animalistic than human but she didn’t give a damn.
He suddenly lifted her from him, gripping her by the hips he hauled her backwards towards the edge of the bed. His weight lifted from the mattress and before she could focus, her buttocks crashed against hard thighs.
“Hold on sweet baby, this is going to be one hell of a ride.”
She turned her head to meet his gaze, His eyes were dark shining orbs, he stood proudly behind her, his smile devastating. As answer, she rubbed wantonly against his shaft and she took pleasure in the hiss snaking from his lips.
Ciara held her breath but it was knocked from her as he entered her in one strong thrust. His hands held her tight against him but she couldn’t stand it for too long and wiggled against him impatiently.
He pulled back slightly and just as she thought he was going to slip from her, he pounded into her. His thrusts were destructive in its nature and every plunge shattered a little bit more inside her.
Ciara couldn’t catch her breath, he was too deep, too overwhelming too damn strong. She tumbled into a maelstrom of mindless pleasure.
Jon tumbled into his own abyss as he felt her squeezed around him. Her whimper was deafening in his sensitive ears and he gritted his teeth, wincing as his fangs sliced against his lips.
Jon slid from her warmth. Ciara felt her muscles melt and she collapsed only to be held up with strong, deft hands.
“I got you.”
He lowered her slowly towards the mattress, his hands gentle on her body. Sliding onto then bed he tugged her towards him as he leaned against the pillows plumped up against the wall. She curled against his side, her head pillowed by his muscled chest. Her arm sneaked onto his midriff, her hand brushing his pecs.
He buried his lips in her hair, closing his eyes, he stayed there.
Her hand slowed with each stroke until it finally stopped.
She was asleep.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Chapter 111
His kiss was so forceful Ciara whimpered as her lips scraped against her teeth. His tongue invaded without gentle persuasion and all she could do was hang on for dear life, grabbing the balls of his shoulders.
Her body melted into his and her mouth softened. Jon couldn’t help but slip his hands lower, cradling her wild curly hair, his thumbs tipped her head even further back against the door, giving him ample space to explore.
“I cant get enough of you. God help me but I cant....”, a groan slipped from her lips, setting him alight even more.
Ciara marvelled as his strong hands inched lower, grabbing hold of her shirt, he tugged sharply, lifting if from her belt. As his fingertips touched skin, Ciara’s skin caught fire. His fingers fumbled with her buttons, popping them one by one she felt her nipples tighten, puckering in anticipation. The blond head lowered towards her breasts, his tongue darted from its cavern, teasing and tasting.
Her skin was a welcome pillow to his face, burying his head in between her mounts, he nuzzled, inhaling her unique essence.
Her heart was galloping in his ears, her arousal embalmed his senses, driving him to the ultimate goal two bodies could ever share.
Her hands stroked his hair and when his lovemaking became to overpowering, she would claw his scalp, tugging helplessly.
Ciara’s eyelids drifted open, watching as he worshipped her breasts, her breath caught in her throat as he nipped at a hard nub through the lace of her bra.
“Oohhmmmmm.”
“You like it baby?” His face disappeared again.
She could only lick her lips in answer to his husky growl.
His hand cupped the small of her back, pressing lightly she fell against him, her pelvis cradled against his hips.
“Touch me...I need to feel you on my skin.”
His voice was thick in her ears, without hesitation, she obeyed.
One button after the other slipped from its hole, exposing hard male muscle underneath. Ciara focused on the tight male nipples puckering proudly from the male wall. Scraping lightly, she stroked his flesh. Her hands had a mind of their own and soon she was cupping the fullness of his buttocks, kneading it like a kitten. She wasn’t allowed too much playtime and soon Jon lowered.
The snap of her jeans gave way, as every inch of skin was exposed; she felt warm kisses accompany her naked skin. Kneeling before her, his gaze suddenly snapped up, stealing her breath as glittering orbs held her captive. Never breaking the connection, he kept on watching as his mouth fused with her lower tummy. Warm, moist kisses darted across her sensitive skin, waking the butterflies that slumbered in her belly. His fingers hooked on her panties, pulling it back slightly, he suddenly let go. The snapping sound made her jump, resulting in a loud gasp from her lips.
Jon hovered closer, biting the panties between his teeth, he crunched down, severing the elastic band. The lacy scrap tumbled down her legs, revealing her womanhood in all its aroused glory.
Two fingers brushed between the womanly lips and Ciara shuddered. As she opened her eyes she was face to face with Jon. He smashed his mouth against hers, flattening her breasts against his chest so fiercely she struggled to breath.
Jon inched away and a sudden rush of cold air confirmed just how totally naked she was against him.
His hands gripped her hips, lifting her, he coaxed her to wrap her legs around him. Her legs closed around his waist as he walked slowly towards the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers.
He sagged onto the bed, Ciara threw her weight forward and Jon landed on his back . Her flushed face was just above his own, her eyes softened from too much wine and passion.
Jon felt his stomach dip as her hands fumbled at the snap of his jeans. Cool air brushed his flanks as the jeans was tucked lower. His shoes and socks was the last to go and by then Jon’s patience was up. She was gone too long, he wanted her tight against his body whimpering and squirming just as she always did. But she had something else in mind and just as he was about to haul her back up she crawled slowly upwards her mouth causing all sorts of hell on his senses.
Her hands kneaded his thigh muscles while her lips and tongue traced slow, wet kisses. As her mouth closed over his shaft, Jon bucked, a grunt bubbling from his lips. Her warmth was overwhelming, her tongue teased the tip of his shaft , her teeth grazing the thickness of him.
The build up was slow but as strong as the undercurrent of the ocean. The pit of his stomach burst into flames, carrying the scorching heat towards his shaft and into his pulsating sack.
Ciara rubbed up against his leg, her breasts rolling across his thighs, the tight nubs stabbing into his skin.
Just as it was about to become too much, Jon hauled her towards him as he came into a sitting position.
“When I come, I want to feel you around me, squeezing me.”
Ciara settled on his lap, her legs settling around his lower hips. His hands closed around her hips, lifting her easily, he slipped her onto his steel, impaling her.
Ciara stopped breathing as they melted into each other, they focused on each other’s pleasure, their bodies accepting each other perfectly.
They moved slowly at first, Jon’s face was buried between her breasts, his mouth tasting, suckling, nipping. As their zenith rushed closer, Jon grabbed her buttocks, slamming her into him, penetrated her as deep as she would allow.
Her breathy gasps and feminine cries mingled with his deep groans, filling the bedroom. Jon felt the moment she climaxed when she pulsed around him, milking him fiercely. He exploded into her with a deep shudder.
Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her lips stamping tiny kisses there.
They didn’t move for ages. Just enjoying each other, they cuddled, holding on, waiting for their breathing to slow down.
Jon felt Ciara’s body slack against him, feeling her heart slow he knew she was slumbering.
He settled her between the sheets and was about to get off the bed, when her hand splayed across his pecs.
“Please stay the night.”
Her body melted into his and her mouth softened. Jon couldn’t help but slip his hands lower, cradling her wild curly hair, his thumbs tipped her head even further back against the door, giving him ample space to explore.
“I cant get enough of you. God help me but I cant....”, a groan slipped from her lips, setting him alight even more.
Ciara marvelled as his strong hands inched lower, grabbing hold of her shirt, he tugged sharply, lifting if from her belt. As his fingertips touched skin, Ciara’s skin caught fire. His fingers fumbled with her buttons, popping them one by one she felt her nipples tighten, puckering in anticipation. The blond head lowered towards her breasts, his tongue darted from its cavern, teasing and tasting.
Her skin was a welcome pillow to his face, burying his head in between her mounts, he nuzzled, inhaling her unique essence.
Her heart was galloping in his ears, her arousal embalmed his senses, driving him to the ultimate goal two bodies could ever share.
Her hands stroked his hair and when his lovemaking became to overpowering, she would claw his scalp, tugging helplessly.
Ciara’s eyelids drifted open, watching as he worshipped her breasts, her breath caught in her throat as he nipped at a hard nub through the lace of her bra.
“Oohhmmmmm.”
“You like it baby?” His face disappeared again.
She could only lick her lips in answer to his husky growl.
His hand cupped the small of her back, pressing lightly she fell against him, her pelvis cradled against his hips.
“Touch me...I need to feel you on my skin.”
His voice was thick in her ears, without hesitation, she obeyed.
One button after the other slipped from its hole, exposing hard male muscle underneath. Ciara focused on the tight male nipples puckering proudly from the male wall. Scraping lightly, she stroked his flesh. Her hands had a mind of their own and soon she was cupping the fullness of his buttocks, kneading it like a kitten. She wasn’t allowed too much playtime and soon Jon lowered.
The snap of her jeans gave way, as every inch of skin was exposed; she felt warm kisses accompany her naked skin. Kneeling before her, his gaze suddenly snapped up, stealing her breath as glittering orbs held her captive. Never breaking the connection, he kept on watching as his mouth fused with her lower tummy. Warm, moist kisses darted across her sensitive skin, waking the butterflies that slumbered in her belly. His fingers hooked on her panties, pulling it back slightly, he suddenly let go. The snapping sound made her jump, resulting in a loud gasp from her lips.
Jon hovered closer, biting the panties between his teeth, he crunched down, severing the elastic band. The lacy scrap tumbled down her legs, revealing her womanhood in all its aroused glory.
Two fingers brushed between the womanly lips and Ciara shuddered. As she opened her eyes she was face to face with Jon. He smashed his mouth against hers, flattening her breasts against his chest so fiercely she struggled to breath.
Jon inched away and a sudden rush of cold air confirmed just how totally naked she was against him.
His hands gripped her hips, lifting her, he coaxed her to wrap her legs around him. Her legs closed around his waist as he walked slowly towards the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers.
He sagged onto the bed, Ciara threw her weight forward and Jon landed on his back . Her flushed face was just above his own, her eyes softened from too much wine and passion.
Jon felt his stomach dip as her hands fumbled at the snap of his jeans. Cool air brushed his flanks as the jeans was tucked lower. His shoes and socks was the last to go and by then Jon’s patience was up. She was gone too long, he wanted her tight against his body whimpering and squirming just as she always did. But she had something else in mind and just as he was about to haul her back up she crawled slowly upwards her mouth causing all sorts of hell on his senses.
Her hands kneaded his thigh muscles while her lips and tongue traced slow, wet kisses. As her mouth closed over his shaft, Jon bucked, a grunt bubbling from his lips. Her warmth was overwhelming, her tongue teased the tip of his shaft , her teeth grazing the thickness of him.
The build up was slow but as strong as the undercurrent of the ocean. The pit of his stomach burst into flames, carrying the scorching heat towards his shaft and into his pulsating sack.
Ciara rubbed up against his leg, her breasts rolling across his thighs, the tight nubs stabbing into his skin.
Just as it was about to become too much, Jon hauled her towards him as he came into a sitting position.
“When I come, I want to feel you around me, squeezing me.”
Ciara settled on his lap, her legs settling around his lower hips. His hands closed around her hips, lifting her easily, he slipped her onto his steel, impaling her.
Ciara stopped breathing as they melted into each other, they focused on each other’s pleasure, their bodies accepting each other perfectly.
They moved slowly at first, Jon’s face was buried between her breasts, his mouth tasting, suckling, nipping. As their zenith rushed closer, Jon grabbed her buttocks, slamming her into him, penetrated her as deep as she would allow.
Her breathy gasps and feminine cries mingled with his deep groans, filling the bedroom. Jon felt the moment she climaxed when she pulsed around him, milking him fiercely. He exploded into her with a deep shudder.
Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her lips stamping tiny kisses there.
They didn’t move for ages. Just enjoying each other, they cuddled, holding on, waiting for their breathing to slow down.
Jon felt Ciara’s body slack against him, feeling her heart slow he knew she was slumbering.
He settled her between the sheets and was about to get off the bed, when her hand splayed across his pecs.
“Please stay the night.”
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Chapter 110
The light flicked on and she blinked. He was so close and he smelled so damn good.
The door clicked and she knew that when the door opened again things would be so different.
Making her way towards her bedroom she slipped her shoes off.
“Make yourself comfortable. There is a mini bar if you would like something to drink.”
She found him on her couch minutes later, feet stretched out before him, a glass of dark amber liquid resting on his lap.
“I thought you might like the same as I.” He eyed the glass resting on the table.
“Thanks but I think I’ll pass on the booze. I think coffee will be a better option.”
He was watching her intently. His eyes were pools of indigo and it was so easy to drown it them if she let it.
She pushed to her feet.
“Why are you always running away from me?”
“I...I do? I think you are imagining things.” She moved towards the tiny kitchen.
“You’re doing it again.”
His words brought her to a halt.
“Why are you here Jon? What do you want from me?”
Placing the glass gently on the table, he stood up.
For a moment his emotions were etched on his handsome face. Her heart broke for him.
“I’m tired of being lonely. I miss my kids, I miss being with someone. Is that so wrong to crave human companionship?”
As he came closer, Ciara could feel her heart jump.
“No, no its not, its the most basic human need.”
She watched as his fingers brushed her hair from her face, shuddered as his fingers tucked a loose strand behind her ear.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” His eyes were fixed on her lips and she licked nervously at the dryness.
His hand scraped her scalp, tangling his fingers in her hair, he cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer.
“I wanna stay...right here.”
He was so close she could smell the heady scent of the liquor on his breath.
“You’re a married man, Jon.”
She was crushed against his chest. His tongue tasted the wine on her lips, sweeping lazily he coaxed her and she opened slightly.
His groan as his tongue slipped inside, awakened a need in Ciara and she softened against him. Her hands reached for his chest, stroking rhythmically.
His mouth devoured her, stoking fires she didn’t think was possible. His lips abandoned her mouth, mapping its way down her jaw line he nibbled. He suddenly stiffened.
“You got hurt.”
“I did?”
His finger traced the smudge of dried blood on her ear and she cringed.
“Does it hurt?” His voice was husky.
“No..no not at all. Its nothing really.”
Her hands stilled on his chest. Jon moved closer but he stilled as her arms locked, keeping him away from her.
“I cant do this. I’m sorry Jon. You are married and I’m drunk. We are going to regret this tomorrow.”
“I won’t and you won’t either. Be honest Ciara, what are you so afraid of? Are you scared of feeling something?”
He saw a flash in her cat eyes.
“I’m not scared of anything. I don’t sleep with married men.”
Her hand was on the doorknob.
“I’m getting a divorce. I signed the papers last night. Its over.”
His eyes were as clear as the blue sky on a cloudless day.
The wine loosened her tongue and she lashed back without thinking.
“Is it pity you want Jon? Is that why you are here? Do you want to bury your self pity by sleeping with me?”
Ciara knew the minute the words bubbled from her lips it was a mistake. Dorothea’s warning rang in her ears... Do NOT piss him off.
Just as she opened the door it was immediately slammed shut as his hand banged against it. Ciara jumped, her head jerked up only to be face to face with fuming blue eyes.
Her back hit the door, his hand slid even higher up the door, his body pressing intimately against hers, keeping her there.
“I don’t want your fucking pity. I want you. Your body, your undivided attention just for tonight. I want you to make me forget.”
“Forget what Jon? Your wife? Your marriage? I’m not a miracle worker.”
His other hand slammed the door just above her head and she jumped again.
Flashing cobalt eyes were mere inches from her face.
“I don’t need miracles. I need you, that’s enough. You don’t get it don’t you? Maybe this will explain it better.”
The door clicked and she knew that when the door opened again things would be so different.
Making her way towards her bedroom she slipped her shoes off.
“Make yourself comfortable. There is a mini bar if you would like something to drink.”
She found him on her couch minutes later, feet stretched out before him, a glass of dark amber liquid resting on his lap.
“I thought you might like the same as I.” He eyed the glass resting on the table.
“Thanks but I think I’ll pass on the booze. I think coffee will be a better option.”
He was watching her intently. His eyes were pools of indigo and it was so easy to drown it them if she let it.
She pushed to her feet.
“Why are you always running away from me?”
“I...I do? I think you are imagining things.” She moved towards the tiny kitchen.
“You’re doing it again.”
His words brought her to a halt.
“Why are you here Jon? What do you want from me?”
Placing the glass gently on the table, he stood up.
For a moment his emotions were etched on his handsome face. Her heart broke for him.
“I’m tired of being lonely. I miss my kids, I miss being with someone. Is that so wrong to crave human companionship?”
As he came closer, Ciara could feel her heart jump.
“No, no its not, its the most basic human need.”
She watched as his fingers brushed her hair from her face, shuddered as his fingers tucked a loose strand behind her ear.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” His eyes were fixed on her lips and she licked nervously at the dryness.
His hand scraped her scalp, tangling his fingers in her hair, he cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer.
“I wanna stay...right here.”
He was so close she could smell the heady scent of the liquor on his breath.
“You’re a married man, Jon.”
She was crushed against his chest. His tongue tasted the wine on her lips, sweeping lazily he coaxed her and she opened slightly.
His groan as his tongue slipped inside, awakened a need in Ciara and she softened against him. Her hands reached for his chest, stroking rhythmically.
His mouth devoured her, stoking fires she didn’t think was possible. His lips abandoned her mouth, mapping its way down her jaw line he nibbled. He suddenly stiffened.
“You got hurt.”
“I did?”
His finger traced the smudge of dried blood on her ear and she cringed.
“Does it hurt?” His voice was husky.
“No..no not at all. Its nothing really.”
Her hands stilled on his chest. Jon moved closer but he stilled as her arms locked, keeping him away from her.
“I cant do this. I’m sorry Jon. You are married and I’m drunk. We are going to regret this tomorrow.”
“I won’t and you won’t either. Be honest Ciara, what are you so afraid of? Are you scared of feeling something?”
He saw a flash in her cat eyes.
“I’m not scared of anything. I don’t sleep with married men.”
Her hand was on the doorknob.
“I’m getting a divorce. I signed the papers last night. Its over.”
His eyes were as clear as the blue sky on a cloudless day.
The wine loosened her tongue and she lashed back without thinking.
“Is it pity you want Jon? Is that why you are here? Do you want to bury your self pity by sleeping with me?”
Ciara knew the minute the words bubbled from her lips it was a mistake. Dorothea’s warning rang in her ears... Do NOT piss him off.
Just as she opened the door it was immediately slammed shut as his hand banged against it. Ciara jumped, her head jerked up only to be face to face with fuming blue eyes.
Her back hit the door, his hand slid even higher up the door, his body pressing intimately against hers, keeping her there.
“I don’t want your fucking pity. I want you. Your body, your undivided attention just for tonight. I want you to make me forget.”
“Forget what Jon? Your wife? Your marriage? I’m not a miracle worker.”
His other hand slammed the door just above her head and she jumped again.
Flashing cobalt eyes were mere inches from her face.
“I don’t need miracles. I need you, that’s enough. You don’t get it don’t you? Maybe this will explain it better.”
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Chapter 109
Blazing eyes shone from an infuriated face.
Jon stared at the hot faced couple in the middle of the sitting room.
“Calm down bro’ nothing sinister going on here, just talking.”
“It seemed more than talking to me.” Murder was written all over his face.
Ciara’s face darkened, her eyes flashing in anger.
“Trust you to always think the worst of your best friend.”
“I trust my friend, you, I’m not so sure...”
“Now Jon...”
“Its ok Richie. He can’t help it. He was born an ass.”
She could understand if he was in a bad mood because of the divorce,but hell!
Jon’s hands balled at his sides as her words struck home.
“I was about to order, you wanna join us?”
Richie ignored Ciara’s frown.
“I’m not good company tonight Rich.”
“Well you can’t sit and willow in your own misery. So join us for a meal, it will help pass the time.”
Jon’s looked over at Ciara, taking in her swollen eyes and pouty lips.
His emotions were unpredictable tonight. Dorothea’s visit and the divorce papers almost send him over the edge. Seeing Ciara in another man’s arms and noticing her tear swollen face was just too much to handle for him right now. He ached for her so badly he was afraid he might hurt her. His eyes drifted from her towards Richie.
“I think I better go.”
Richie nodded as if he knew the reason and when she looked back to Jon, he was gone.
~~
It was a few minutes past ten when she eventually left for her room. Her scent drifted towards him in the sultry night air. Instead of turning towards her room, she made her way towards the garden of the hotel, her soft footsteps hushed by the lush carpet.
He had been waiting for her the whole night. Watching...waiting...
As she entered the night air she threw her head backwards, taking a deep breath, he stared as the motion pushed her breasts even higher.
She kept her face turned towards the night sky, her face lit by the shimmer of the moon.
How gorgeous she was at that moment! A nymph drenched by the moonlight, her tresses shimmering like silver.
He took a step closer and she froze, her head whipping towards him.
“Is somebody there?”
Her heart was tripping to a new beat and Jon felt the excitement zinged through him.
Jon tried to clear his mind but all he saw was a woman...his woman ready for the taking. Her thundering heart tumbled through his razor sharp senses and he shivered in anticipation.
Would she welcome him back or fear him like before?
“Hello Ciara.”
Ciara froze. She was sure she felt her heart drop to her feet.
The hoarse whisper of her name brought back fearful memories.
She stood frozen, her eyes searched frantically through the shadows.
He took one step closer and shuddered as her gasp speared through him.
Oh my God! He was back. He had found her!
She stared at the blue coals shimmering from the shadows.
“If you come closer, I swear I’ll scream.”
“Tsk tsk. Do you really think I will give you the chance?”
She flicked a quick look towards the path she had just come from. She could make it, she was sure, if she could just...
“Thinking of running somewhere?” His breath was brushing her temple.
Ciara squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to breath.
“Why are you following me?”
“I like your taste, its intoxicating. “
His lips nuzzled at her jaw, she squeaked as his fangs grazed lazily over her earlobe.
“I can never get enough of you...your taste...aaahhh...like heaven.” She shuddered at his appreciative growl as he drew blood on a tiny spot on her ear. His tongue swirled over the tiny cut, lapping hungrily.
His hands drew her against him, pulling her into the dark haven of the shadows where he came from.
“HHhmmmm...you taste like sweet, sweet honey.” Jon’s hands stroked the goosebumps popping all over her arms. His mouth had migrated south, stroking the column of her neck with his tongue, he growled as he pushed against the pulsing vein. He could so easily take her now, just one quick slice...
“Please...whatever you do, just don’t hurt me. You can feed from me, just don’t hurt me. Her voice trembled with fear.
I have so much to live for...my friends...Jon...
Jon stilled at thoughts. She wanted him? Jon, the man? If she just knew that the beast lusting after her blood was him!
He shoved her viciously. Shame, regret and an uncontrollable hunger tore at his heart and guts.
A sorrowful howl slipped from his soul as he cringed from her. His body and mind was screaming for her blood, his heart accusing him for even contemplating the repulsive act.
Ciara gasped as she felt the whoosh of cold air swish around her. She knew he was gone even before she opened her eyes. She felt....lonely.
Gathering her nerves she stumbled hastily towards the hotel. She needed light and bodies...lots and lots of breathing bodies...
Jon found himself stalking the dark, lonely streets moments later. His hunger had chased him to the unfriendly corners and alleyways of this strange town. He had to feed tonight and though Ciara’s thoughts had caught him off guard he couldn’t deny the hungry pounding in his body. The light steps of a woman jerked him back to the present and Jon cocked his head, pinpointing the exact spot where his meal was finding herself at that moment. His descent was quick and his feeding harsh and to the point. When she eventually staggered to her feet Jon had disappeared into the night, the hunger in his stomach sated, not the ache in his groin.
~~
It seemed like minutes later when the bar in the hotel started to run low on people and when she flicked a quick look over her wristwatch she was surprised to see that it was past twelve. Ciara reluctantly stood up from the chair where she had thoughtlessly sipped on unknown quantities of glasses of wine.
As soon as she turned she grabbed at the back of the chair as a wave of dizziness swept through her. Closing her eyes for a moment she waited for the earth to stop moving and as she made her way towards the room she wrote her unexplained feelings of anguish down to too much wine and the unexpected visit from her vampire.
Where she had feelings of dread to go to her room alone at first she now felt driven to reach it.
Ciara swiped the card the third time and cursed herself for drinking way to much wine.
“Open dammit..o...”
“Ciara?”
Ciara swooped around, her breath stuck in her throat.
Could it be?
Her pent up breath left her chest in a hiss.
“Jon...shit!!”
“I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
The strong smell of wine wafted in his nostrils and he focused more intently on her. She was drunk! Her cheeks had a darker shade of pink than he was used to and she seemed a bit clumsier. He knelt down to pick up the card as it fluttered to the ground. Flicking it playfully through his fingers he smiled as she stared wide eyed at him.
“What are you doing here?”
He looks so scrumptious.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
I could kiss her right now. Would she let me?
As if she read his thoughts her eyes dropped to his slightly open lips.
“Can I come in?”
YES!!!!!
“It’s late Jon.”
She was swiftly trapped between him and the door. His hand was on the doorknob.
No wasn’t the answer he was seeking. A quick flick of the card and a twist of the knob and the door gave way. Ciara stumbled backwards but was saved when a strong hand jerked her close to its owner’s body, bringing her flush with the lips she craved many a night.
“Say yes Ciara, just for a little while.”
She nodded.
Jon stared at the hot faced couple in the middle of the sitting room.
“Calm down bro’ nothing sinister going on here, just talking.”
“It seemed more than talking to me.” Murder was written all over his face.
Ciara’s face darkened, her eyes flashing in anger.
“Trust you to always think the worst of your best friend.”
“I trust my friend, you, I’m not so sure...”
“Now Jon...”
“Its ok Richie. He can’t help it. He was born an ass.”
She could understand if he was in a bad mood because of the divorce,but hell!
Jon’s hands balled at his sides as her words struck home.
“I was about to order, you wanna join us?”
Richie ignored Ciara’s frown.
“I’m not good company tonight Rich.”
“Well you can’t sit and willow in your own misery. So join us for a meal, it will help pass the time.”
Jon’s looked over at Ciara, taking in her swollen eyes and pouty lips.
His emotions were unpredictable tonight. Dorothea’s visit and the divorce papers almost send him over the edge. Seeing Ciara in another man’s arms and noticing her tear swollen face was just too much to handle for him right now. He ached for her so badly he was afraid he might hurt her. His eyes drifted from her towards Richie.
“I think I better go.”
Richie nodded as if he knew the reason and when she looked back to Jon, he was gone.
~~
It was a few minutes past ten when she eventually left for her room. Her scent drifted towards him in the sultry night air. Instead of turning towards her room, she made her way towards the garden of the hotel, her soft footsteps hushed by the lush carpet.
He had been waiting for her the whole night. Watching...waiting...
As she entered the night air she threw her head backwards, taking a deep breath, he stared as the motion pushed her breasts even higher.
She kept her face turned towards the night sky, her face lit by the shimmer of the moon.
How gorgeous she was at that moment! A nymph drenched by the moonlight, her tresses shimmering like silver.
He took a step closer and she froze, her head whipping towards him.
“Is somebody there?”
Her heart was tripping to a new beat and Jon felt the excitement zinged through him.
Jon tried to clear his mind but all he saw was a woman...his woman ready for the taking. Her thundering heart tumbled through his razor sharp senses and he shivered in anticipation.
Would she welcome him back or fear him like before?
“Hello Ciara.”
Ciara froze. She was sure she felt her heart drop to her feet.
The hoarse whisper of her name brought back fearful memories.
She stood frozen, her eyes searched frantically through the shadows.
He took one step closer and shuddered as her gasp speared through him.
Oh my God! He was back. He had found her!
She stared at the blue coals shimmering from the shadows.
“If you come closer, I swear I’ll scream.”
“Tsk tsk. Do you really think I will give you the chance?”
She flicked a quick look towards the path she had just come from. She could make it, she was sure, if she could just...
“Thinking of running somewhere?” His breath was brushing her temple.
Ciara squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to breath.
“Why are you following me?”
“I like your taste, its intoxicating. “
His lips nuzzled at her jaw, she squeaked as his fangs grazed lazily over her earlobe.
“I can never get enough of you...your taste...aaahhh...like heaven.” She shuddered at his appreciative growl as he drew blood on a tiny spot on her ear. His tongue swirled over the tiny cut, lapping hungrily.
His hands drew her against him, pulling her into the dark haven of the shadows where he came from.
“HHhmmmm...you taste like sweet, sweet honey.” Jon’s hands stroked the goosebumps popping all over her arms. His mouth had migrated south, stroking the column of her neck with his tongue, he growled as he pushed against the pulsing vein. He could so easily take her now, just one quick slice...
“Please...whatever you do, just don’t hurt me. You can feed from me, just don’t hurt me. Her voice trembled with fear.
I have so much to live for...my friends...Jon...
Jon stilled at thoughts. She wanted him? Jon, the man? If she just knew that the beast lusting after her blood was him!
He shoved her viciously. Shame, regret and an uncontrollable hunger tore at his heart and guts.
A sorrowful howl slipped from his soul as he cringed from her. His body and mind was screaming for her blood, his heart accusing him for even contemplating the repulsive act.
Ciara gasped as she felt the whoosh of cold air swish around her. She knew he was gone even before she opened her eyes. She felt....lonely.
Gathering her nerves she stumbled hastily towards the hotel. She needed light and bodies...lots and lots of breathing bodies...
Jon found himself stalking the dark, lonely streets moments later. His hunger had chased him to the unfriendly corners and alleyways of this strange town. He had to feed tonight and though Ciara’s thoughts had caught him off guard he couldn’t deny the hungry pounding in his body. The light steps of a woman jerked him back to the present and Jon cocked his head, pinpointing the exact spot where his meal was finding herself at that moment. His descent was quick and his feeding harsh and to the point. When she eventually staggered to her feet Jon had disappeared into the night, the hunger in his stomach sated, not the ache in his groin.
~~
It seemed like minutes later when the bar in the hotel started to run low on people and when she flicked a quick look over her wristwatch she was surprised to see that it was past twelve. Ciara reluctantly stood up from the chair where she had thoughtlessly sipped on unknown quantities of glasses of wine.
As soon as she turned she grabbed at the back of the chair as a wave of dizziness swept through her. Closing her eyes for a moment she waited for the earth to stop moving and as she made her way towards the room she wrote her unexplained feelings of anguish down to too much wine and the unexpected visit from her vampire.
Where she had feelings of dread to go to her room alone at first she now felt driven to reach it.
Ciara swiped the card the third time and cursed herself for drinking way to much wine.
“Open dammit..o...”
“Ciara?”
Ciara swooped around, her breath stuck in her throat.
Could it be?
Her pent up breath left her chest in a hiss.
“Jon...shit!!”
“I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
The strong smell of wine wafted in his nostrils and he focused more intently on her. She was drunk! Her cheeks had a darker shade of pink than he was used to and she seemed a bit clumsier. He knelt down to pick up the card as it fluttered to the ground. Flicking it playfully through his fingers he smiled as she stared wide eyed at him.
“What are you doing here?”
He looks so scrumptious.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
I could kiss her right now. Would she let me?
As if she read his thoughts her eyes dropped to his slightly open lips.
“Can I come in?”
YES!!!!!
“It’s late Jon.”
She was swiftly trapped between him and the door. His hand was on the doorknob.
No wasn’t the answer he was seeking. A quick flick of the card and a twist of the knob and the door gave way. Ciara stumbled backwards but was saved when a strong hand jerked her close to its owner’s body, bringing her flush with the lips she craved many a night.
“Say yes Ciara, just for a little while.”
She nodded.
Chapter 108
Ciara waved at the little boy as he and his mother walked towards the entrance of the hotel with Jon.
She swallowed at the lump in her throat, fighting the tears.
Ciara decided to see how Ksenia was doing, hoping she could get her mind off the little boy.
She found her smiling and nibbling with gusto on her breakfast.
“Knock knoooock!” Ciara felt relief flooded her as she watched the pink cheeked girl in the bed.
“Someone is much better!”
“That I am! Come sit.” She patted next to her on the bed. “I’m so ready to get out of this bed!”
“You just take it easy now. We will take it a little at a time.”
“Yeah yeah mother hen.” She taunted playfully. Ksenia looked closer at the girl, her smile wavered. “Someone cried. Was it hard on you to part with Jesse?”
“ A lot harder than I thought. He is such a sweet boy. I’ll miss him very much!”
“You can always keep yourself busy with the daddy.” Ksenia’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
“He is married remember.”
“Not for looong.”
“I don’t know Ksenia. We live in two different worlds.”
“You like him. I can see it and he likes you.”
“There is a difference between like and sexual attraction. Jon is a dangerous man to love. He will only break my heart.”
“OOoh I don’t know about that...”
“Who is going to break hearts?” Richie peeked around the door.
Ciara gaped at Richie, shooting a warning glare Ksenia’s way.
“Girl talk.” She smiled at him.
“Oh and I don’t wanna be part of that. I’m outta here. We are going for sound check as soon as Jon comes back. So I’ll see you girls later?”
“See ya later!”
Ciara watched as Ksenia finished her breakfast.
Ksenia caught her eyes on her.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Ciara shook her head.
“Its nothing...actually ...never mind.”
“You want to know what happened to me huh?”
“I don’t want to push. You will tell me when the time is right.”
“I want to tell you all about it but I’m afraid there are some pieces of my story you will not believe. “
“Please don’t feel pressured. If you don’t want to talk about it, I will understand.”
Ksenia seemed to drift back to her past as she looked past Ciara, staring into the distance.
“My childhood was perfect up until I turned seven years old. I had a little brother, Dmitri, two years younger than I and we were all so happy until my father died in an accident. My mother had to work two jobs just to keep us alive until she met the professor. We moved in a while later into the professor’s house but we were so unhappy. Some places were forbidden and my mother lived in fear at night. It was so bad that she actually locked us in our rooms at times.”
Ciara paled.
“Did the professor...”
“No, no not that. One day my mom asked me to look after Dmitri. He wandered off a while later and I totally forgot, playing with my doll. My mother found him. He had been killed.” Tears streamed down her face.
“Oh God honey! I’m so sorry!”
“My mother was never the same after that. She was so depressed and wouldn’t eat. She would work, come home and go to bed. She eventually committed suicide by slicing her wrists.”
Ciara gasped in horror. How could one person survive so much heartache?!
“That is so horrible Ksenia! I’m so sorry for what happened but how...”
Ksenia stilled her.
“You want to know what causes all this don’t you?”
Ciara nodded.
“After my mom died, I turned to the streets. Not long after that I was caught up in a dark world...a world so evil and vile you wont even believe me if I told you.”
Drugs and prostitution crossed Ciara’s mind and she shuddered, suddenly feeling a chill creeping up her spine.
As if Ksenia read her mind she shook her head.
“Its not what you think either. Its much darker...more dangerous. You wont understand so I’m not going into detail right now. Just as life seemed to be getting at it worst, the professor found me again. He took me home...”
A sigh of relief flooded through Ciara and she smiled.
“Thank goodness! So he wasn’t as bad as I thought! For a moment there I thought he molested you or something.”
Dark shadows danced in her eyes. Fear etched in her irises turning them into a dark shade of midnight.
“He was a bad man, an evil self righteous man.”
Dread settled like cold lead in her stomach.
“He used me. I was nothing but a pawn in his sick game. His experiments were beyond bizarre and cruel.”
She sagged tiredly back against her pillows. Her face seemed much older than her years at that moment.
“I want to explain all this but I can’t. I’ll only chase you away, make you think I’m crazy.”
The dark smudged underneath her eyes was so prominent she looked like death.
“And the scars....did he?”
She nodded.
“Not all of it but yes some of it.”
Tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks.
“Everything seemed hopeless but them I met Richie.”
Her smile broke through like the son through the dark clouds.
“He changed my life. I have Jon and Richie to thank for my life. If it wasn’t for them, I might have been dead by now. “
“Don’s say things like that!” Ciara scooted closer and took the slender girl in her arms, tears now running freely down her cheeks. “Now tell me how your illness fits into all of this.”
“It comes and goes. I never know when it will hit but it has something to do with stress and if my immune systems goes of track, the fever hits bad. This has been the worse in quite a while.”
“And the meds? Did a doctor prescribe it?”
Ksenia’s eyes refused to meet hers.
“Its an old remedy my mother used to use when she got sick like that.”
A lightbulb suddenly flashed in Ciara’s mind.
“Aahh, so this is an inherited thing?”
The look on Ksenia’s face drowned all hope.
“No its not like that. This sickness was forced on us. The things we had to endure brought this along. More than that I can’t say. Please believe me. You wouldn’t understand. You might just think I’m crazy and pack your bags and leave and I need a friend now more than anything. You, Jon and Richie are the most precious things I have and I cant lose any of you.”
Ciara smiled. “I’m not going anywhere and by the looks of those two, they aren’t in a hurry either.”
Ksenia’s face lit up. “Thank you for what you did for me. Richie told me everything. He even told me how scared you were but you stayed and you helped. And Richie, always my night in shining armour.”
How wrong she had been to mistrust Richie! He was a hero. Why they managed to stumble upon the girl was another question but she decided to leave it for another day. There were now even more questions than before but she hoped that someday it all would be revealed.
Two women hugged each other, sharing the moment of elation and pain off the past.
When they eventually pulled back they couldn’t hold back the giggle bubbling from their lips as they looked at each other.
Red, puffy eyes and sniffling noses were so anything but pretty. They each grabbed at a tissue blowing very unladylike into it, bringing yet another series of bubbling laughter from their lips.
“I have a brilliant idea! Why don’t you jump into a nice warm bath and I do you hair for you? What do you think?”
“You would?”
“Of course I will silly! Thats what friends do. We cry together, we play together and we dolly up together. Now scoot on over to the bath. I’ll get everything ready ok?”
That’s just how Richie found them an hour later, two laughing, bright eyed girls.
“Now I do like the sound of womanly laughter in my ears but woooaaaa mama, I do like the sight of a pretty one too!”
“Richie! You’re home!” Ksenia stood up, walking barefoot towards the dark haired mountain.
Long arms welcomed her to his chest, enveloping her completely as she walked willingly into them.
A private moment passed between the couple and Ciara turned away keeping herself busy with packing everything away. How she wished she could feel the unconditional love of a loving, devoted man. Blue eyes loomed in her mind’s eyes and she shook her head as if to clear it.
“Richie! You’re going to mess up my hair!” She smiled as he lowered down for a quick kiss.
“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll order in. I think it will be ok for you to come and eat in the lounge tonight. You gonna eat with us tonight?”
“I...uuuhhmm.”
“Of course she is!”
“Okies then, the lady has spoken.” Richie laughed and turned away.
“I’ll go while you get dressed just to make sure he doesn’t order unhealthy food. You need to build up your strength.” She smiled as she walked out, closing the door behind her with a definite click.
She found Richie in waiting for her.
“My girl looks so pretty and very happy. Thanks for that.” He was searching her face.
“She deserves to be pampered for all that she’s been through.”
“She told you about her past huh?”
Ciara nodded.
“All of it?”
She shook her head, biting her lip.
A sigh of relief crossed his lips and she frowned.
“What could be so bad that she cant tell me? I’ve heard the worse of it, haven’t I?”
“Honey, trust me. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it or myself. That is what nightmares are made of.”
An ominous sensation swept through her and she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself for protection.
“Your face looks a bit swollen.”
“Gee thanks.” She laughed softly.
“I wasn’t supposed to mention it huh?”
“Nope.”
He came closer and Ciara didn’t for the first time since she has met him, felt the urge to move away.
“I can always offer you a hug. I’m good with that. See this?”, he patted his chest, “best hug cushion around.”
She looked surprised at him but stepped nonetheless willingly into the circle of his arms.
Her face snuggled into his chest. His heart thudded strongly in his chest, his warmth warmed her chilled bones. Oh how glorious to feel human touch again.
“You are such a wonderful person. I’m so glad you came into Ksenia’s life.” Her voice was muffled.
His chest rumbled lightly against her ear and she smiled as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
“Jon has a big part in it too you know. I know you two don’t see eye to eye but he is a good man.”
“So Ksenia says...”
“You don’t fool me honey. The sexual tension between you two is so thick its hard to ignore it.”
Ciara felt her cheeks warmed.
“Give him a chance honey.”
“He’s married.”
“Not for long. She served him with the papers, he signed it without so much as a word.”
“Oh God! He must be heartbroken.”
“He’ll live.”
She moved slightly and his arms slackened.
“Don’t you think Ksenia might get upset if she should walk in on you two clawing at each other?”
Richie and Ciara jumped at the chilly voice drifting from the door.
She swallowed at the lump in her throat, fighting the tears.
Ciara decided to see how Ksenia was doing, hoping she could get her mind off the little boy.
She found her smiling and nibbling with gusto on her breakfast.
“Knock knoooock!” Ciara felt relief flooded her as she watched the pink cheeked girl in the bed.
“Someone is much better!”
“That I am! Come sit.” She patted next to her on the bed. “I’m so ready to get out of this bed!”
“You just take it easy now. We will take it a little at a time.”
“Yeah yeah mother hen.” She taunted playfully. Ksenia looked closer at the girl, her smile wavered. “Someone cried. Was it hard on you to part with Jesse?”
“ A lot harder than I thought. He is such a sweet boy. I’ll miss him very much!”
“You can always keep yourself busy with the daddy.” Ksenia’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
“He is married remember.”
“Not for looong.”
“I don’t know Ksenia. We live in two different worlds.”
“You like him. I can see it and he likes you.”
“There is a difference between like and sexual attraction. Jon is a dangerous man to love. He will only break my heart.”
“OOoh I don’t know about that...”
“Who is going to break hearts?” Richie peeked around the door.
Ciara gaped at Richie, shooting a warning glare Ksenia’s way.
“Girl talk.” She smiled at him.
“Oh and I don’t wanna be part of that. I’m outta here. We are going for sound check as soon as Jon comes back. So I’ll see you girls later?”
“See ya later!”
Ciara watched as Ksenia finished her breakfast.
Ksenia caught her eyes on her.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Ciara shook her head.
“Its nothing...actually ...never mind.”
“You want to know what happened to me huh?”
“I don’t want to push. You will tell me when the time is right.”
“I want to tell you all about it but I’m afraid there are some pieces of my story you will not believe. “
“Please don’t feel pressured. If you don’t want to talk about it, I will understand.”
Ksenia seemed to drift back to her past as she looked past Ciara, staring into the distance.
“My childhood was perfect up until I turned seven years old. I had a little brother, Dmitri, two years younger than I and we were all so happy until my father died in an accident. My mother had to work two jobs just to keep us alive until she met the professor. We moved in a while later into the professor’s house but we were so unhappy. Some places were forbidden and my mother lived in fear at night. It was so bad that she actually locked us in our rooms at times.”
Ciara paled.
“Did the professor...”
“No, no not that. One day my mom asked me to look after Dmitri. He wandered off a while later and I totally forgot, playing with my doll. My mother found him. He had been killed.” Tears streamed down her face.
“Oh God honey! I’m so sorry!”
“My mother was never the same after that. She was so depressed and wouldn’t eat. She would work, come home and go to bed. She eventually committed suicide by slicing her wrists.”
Ciara gasped in horror. How could one person survive so much heartache?!
“That is so horrible Ksenia! I’m so sorry for what happened but how...”
Ksenia stilled her.
“You want to know what causes all this don’t you?”
Ciara nodded.
“After my mom died, I turned to the streets. Not long after that I was caught up in a dark world...a world so evil and vile you wont even believe me if I told you.”
Drugs and prostitution crossed Ciara’s mind and she shuddered, suddenly feeling a chill creeping up her spine.
As if Ksenia read her mind she shook her head.
“Its not what you think either. Its much darker...more dangerous. You wont understand so I’m not going into detail right now. Just as life seemed to be getting at it worst, the professor found me again. He took me home...”
A sigh of relief flooded through Ciara and she smiled.
“Thank goodness! So he wasn’t as bad as I thought! For a moment there I thought he molested you or something.”
Dark shadows danced in her eyes. Fear etched in her irises turning them into a dark shade of midnight.
“He was a bad man, an evil self righteous man.”
Dread settled like cold lead in her stomach.
“He used me. I was nothing but a pawn in his sick game. His experiments were beyond bizarre and cruel.”
She sagged tiredly back against her pillows. Her face seemed much older than her years at that moment.
“I want to explain all this but I can’t. I’ll only chase you away, make you think I’m crazy.”
The dark smudged underneath her eyes was so prominent she looked like death.
“And the scars....did he?”
She nodded.
“Not all of it but yes some of it.”
Tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks.
“Everything seemed hopeless but them I met Richie.”
Her smile broke through like the son through the dark clouds.
“He changed my life. I have Jon and Richie to thank for my life. If it wasn’t for them, I might have been dead by now. “
“Don’s say things like that!” Ciara scooted closer and took the slender girl in her arms, tears now running freely down her cheeks. “Now tell me how your illness fits into all of this.”
“It comes and goes. I never know when it will hit but it has something to do with stress and if my immune systems goes of track, the fever hits bad. This has been the worse in quite a while.”
“And the meds? Did a doctor prescribe it?”
Ksenia’s eyes refused to meet hers.
“Its an old remedy my mother used to use when she got sick like that.”
A lightbulb suddenly flashed in Ciara’s mind.
“Aahh, so this is an inherited thing?”
The look on Ksenia’s face drowned all hope.
“No its not like that. This sickness was forced on us. The things we had to endure brought this along. More than that I can’t say. Please believe me. You wouldn’t understand. You might just think I’m crazy and pack your bags and leave and I need a friend now more than anything. You, Jon and Richie are the most precious things I have and I cant lose any of you.”
Ciara smiled. “I’m not going anywhere and by the looks of those two, they aren’t in a hurry either.”
Ksenia’s face lit up. “Thank you for what you did for me. Richie told me everything. He even told me how scared you were but you stayed and you helped. And Richie, always my night in shining armour.”
How wrong she had been to mistrust Richie! He was a hero. Why they managed to stumble upon the girl was another question but she decided to leave it for another day. There were now even more questions than before but she hoped that someday it all would be revealed.
Two women hugged each other, sharing the moment of elation and pain off the past.
When they eventually pulled back they couldn’t hold back the giggle bubbling from their lips as they looked at each other.
Red, puffy eyes and sniffling noses were so anything but pretty. They each grabbed at a tissue blowing very unladylike into it, bringing yet another series of bubbling laughter from their lips.
“I have a brilliant idea! Why don’t you jump into a nice warm bath and I do you hair for you? What do you think?”
“You would?”
“Of course I will silly! Thats what friends do. We cry together, we play together and we dolly up together. Now scoot on over to the bath. I’ll get everything ready ok?”
That’s just how Richie found them an hour later, two laughing, bright eyed girls.
“Now I do like the sound of womanly laughter in my ears but woooaaaa mama, I do like the sight of a pretty one too!”
“Richie! You’re home!” Ksenia stood up, walking barefoot towards the dark haired mountain.
Long arms welcomed her to his chest, enveloping her completely as she walked willingly into them.
A private moment passed between the couple and Ciara turned away keeping herself busy with packing everything away. How she wished she could feel the unconditional love of a loving, devoted man. Blue eyes loomed in her mind’s eyes and she shook her head as if to clear it.
“Richie! You’re going to mess up my hair!” She smiled as he lowered down for a quick kiss.
“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll order in. I think it will be ok for you to come and eat in the lounge tonight. You gonna eat with us tonight?”
“I...uuuhhmm.”
“Of course she is!”
“Okies then, the lady has spoken.” Richie laughed and turned away.
“I’ll go while you get dressed just to make sure he doesn’t order unhealthy food. You need to build up your strength.” She smiled as she walked out, closing the door behind her with a definite click.
She found Richie in waiting for her.
“My girl looks so pretty and very happy. Thanks for that.” He was searching her face.
“She deserves to be pampered for all that she’s been through.”
“She told you about her past huh?”
Ciara nodded.
“All of it?”
She shook her head, biting her lip.
A sigh of relief crossed his lips and she frowned.
“What could be so bad that she cant tell me? I’ve heard the worse of it, haven’t I?”
“Honey, trust me. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it or myself. That is what nightmares are made of.”
An ominous sensation swept through her and she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself for protection.
“Your face looks a bit swollen.”
“Gee thanks.” She laughed softly.
“I wasn’t supposed to mention it huh?”
“Nope.”
He came closer and Ciara didn’t for the first time since she has met him, felt the urge to move away.
“I can always offer you a hug. I’m good with that. See this?”, he patted his chest, “best hug cushion around.”
She looked surprised at him but stepped nonetheless willingly into the circle of his arms.
Her face snuggled into his chest. His heart thudded strongly in his chest, his warmth warmed her chilled bones. Oh how glorious to feel human touch again.
“You are such a wonderful person. I’m so glad you came into Ksenia’s life.” Her voice was muffled.
His chest rumbled lightly against her ear and she smiled as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
“Jon has a big part in it too you know. I know you two don’t see eye to eye but he is a good man.”
“So Ksenia says...”
“You don’t fool me honey. The sexual tension between you two is so thick its hard to ignore it.”
Ciara felt her cheeks warmed.
“Give him a chance honey.”
“He’s married.”
“Not for long. She served him with the papers, he signed it without so much as a word.”
“Oh God! He must be heartbroken.”
“He’ll live.”
She moved slightly and his arms slackened.
“Don’t you think Ksenia might get upset if she should walk in on you two clawing at each other?”
Richie and Ciara jumped at the chilly voice drifting from the door.
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