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.