“Fuck! Ciara wait!” Her elbow was in his grip.
“Jon let me go.” She was crying.
“No…I’m not letting you go. You need to feed. I’m sorry..I guess blood with an alcohol percentage is better than none at all.”
She turned big eyes on him.
“But you said I’ll get drunk.”
His gorgeous white teeth flashed.
“You’ve been drunk before…what’s the worst that can happen?” His voice turned sultry.
I could bare my soul…all my memories…
A flash bolted in his eyes.
“Is that so fucking bad? Sharing it all with me?” She jumped nervously as she realized she hadn’t guarded her thoughts. His lips traced her cheekbone. There was alcohol on breath…
“Jon I think I have to go to bed.”
“You haven’t fed yet.” Alarm bells rang in the air, his voice was too abrupt even steely. “So how you want it? Do you want to take it yourself or do you want me to open it up for you?”
“I…” still trying to think of an answer she gasped as he hovered a finger above his pec.
“Where do you want it…here…” His hand swiped towards his neck…” or less intimate, perhaps…” he turned his wrist upwards.
She stared dumfounded at him, she was wary of this side of him but her stomach was twisting in knots and he looked so delectable.
“Fuck Ciara just answer me…here…here…or ….Jaaayyyysus!!!!!!!!!”
Her hands were locked around his biceps, her nose pressed in his neck…her teeth clamped his skin between her teeth. She crunched down…
The sharp , tangy sting of alcohol flooded her mouth, although it was strong it could never disguise his unique taste.
His hands spanned her back, pulling her closer he growled throatily.
“You’re a thirsty little thing aren’t you….hhhmmmmmmm yeeaaaahhhhh.”
Ciara dragged herself from him, she felt heady from his blood.
“I think I had enough now.” Her speech seemed slurred.
His face came into view. His eyes glimmered, a soft smile splayed across his handsome face.
Ciara meant to step back but tripped .
“Oooopss. A bit unsteady there aren’t we Sweetheart?”
“I had too much to drink I guess.”
His hands were on her wrists.
“Are you running again?”
“I am tired…”
“You want me to make love to you…why fight it?”
“Jon I feel woozy…I need to get to bed or else…”
His fury cracked under the thin veneer of patience.
“or else what! Jesus Ciara do you really think I don’t know what happened? The way Chimala died…the coven sucking you dry like a fucking sponge…all the times he touched you, kissing you touching you….and you wanting it…”
A slap resounded in the night air. She stared at his face, stunned at the red print spreading on his cheek, shocked at her reaction to his words.
“… I know it all and you know what…I still want you…I don’t care what happened to you, how you felt, what you wanted at that stage…read my lips Ciara…I…STILL…WANT…YOU.”
“How can you say that? I’m responsible for everyone’s deaths. If I didn’t run none of this would have happened. Chimala would still be alive…Gorgios…even Xander would be at his home right now, going on with his life but instead he is imprisoned, not certain of what is to come. I can’t live with myself how can you?! All this..this changing is turning me into a cheap slut…wanting sex all the time…thinking about it…looking at you just makes me burn more. Im not used to staring at a man and thinking vulgar thoughts the whole time!”
She brushed her brow tiredly.
His blood was taking effect, she felt unsteady.
“ That is who you are now, you have to accept it baby. As for what happened with Chimala, Xander and Giorgos, only you can prevent yourself from forgiving yourself. I can’t do that for you baby. I can only give you my understanding and time…”
He stamped a tiny kiss on the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t want your damn pity.” Ciara’s eyes flashed dangerously.
He moved away.
“The alcohol seemed to have screwed with your ears. I said understanding…there is a difference.”
“I’m tired Jon. I don’t have the strength to argue with you…” She turned towards the door.
“Do you have the strength to make love to me? Or do you also need an excuse for not quenching that need…”
“Fuck you.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
"What’s so damn funny?”
“Baby…you need me so bad, its oozing from you pores. But I can play this game for as long as you want….when you are ready…I’m willing and able.” He bowed low.
She was all but spewing fire.
“Don’t use your fucking lyrics on me! I’m not one of your groupies!”
His smile disappeared, his eyes drew cold.
“You get so fucking touchy when you haven’t had sex in a while…why don’t you just fuck me and get over with it.”
She lifted her hand again but he wouldn’t allow it this time.
“You can be such a damn bastard, you know that?”
“Sometimes you need to hear the truth baby…So what’s it gonna be…your cold, lonely bed or me in it?”
“You are vulgar…why would I want you in my bed? I’m sure you don’t see me as more that a good fuck, or a willing incubator for your sperm.”
The air changed as he stepped closer.
“And what am I too you ,Angel? A blood source? A body to keep your lust at bay?”
“Get away from me…” she warned.
“Or else your little charade is going to shit?”
“Jon!”
“Yes Ciara?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want my little sizzling angel?”
Her hands shot out, banging them against his chest, she wanted to shove him but he was an unmovable force.
His hands covered her own.
“Ssssssssssssss….your so damn hot…”
“Let go of my hands.”
“Not before you tell me to go to hell and that you don’t want me…convincingly.”
“Go to hell.”
His grin grew bigger.
“I’m waiting…and it better be good.”
“I…I…”
“You cant say it can you?”
Gripping his hands she inched closer, her eyes on his lips.
“Shut the hell up…”, her tongue snaked towards his lips. Why the hell fight it, he wanted it and she needed it bad…
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Chapter 159
The eternal crash of the waves washed the dark shadows to the back of her mind. Standing on the beach with the breeze blowing her hair from her face, her toes dug into the grainy sand, she searched the horizon, watching the sinking sun, praying for peace for her restless, tortured soul.
Arms encircled her from behind and she sighed, leaning back into his immeasurable strength.
Her tormented heart pained him. Tugging her even closer into him, he rested his face on the soft crown of her blowing curls, his gaze fixed on the pink sky.
Ciara reminded herself to keep breathing.
You can do it. In…out…
“Is being alive so painful to you?” The hurt in his voice was unexpected. “How can I ease your pain? What do you want me to do?”
Ciara shook her head wordlessly.
Nothing. I need to do this on my own.
The slight shrug of her shoulders loosened his embrace and she stepped from his arms.
She edged towards the breaking waves and he intended to follow but she turned halfway, her hand stilled him.
“Jon…please…”
Rejection darkened his eyes to a swirling mauve.
He nodded and turned from her making his way towards the beach house, his fists jammed in his pockets.
Ciara was sure it was the saltiness of the ocean air she tasted on her lips, but the warm drops pooling on her lips told her otherwise.
The cool water rushed over her feet and stole her attention from him. Digging her toes even deeper into the wet sand she dropped to the ground, not caring about the intense difference between the ocean waves and her burning skin.
Ciara rested a cheek onto her drawn up knees. Staring at the wave breaking over her and then slowly pulling back, she traced slow patterns on the sand only to watch it disappear with the next crash of salty water.
As the hours tick by, Ciara felt the undeniable built inside her. Her pelvis throbbed, a dull, warm ache pulsed between her thighs, her heart thudded heavily in her chest…she wanted Jon. Her body demanded him inside her, the taste of his blood, the hard thrust of his body but it had been days since he made love to her and every day became harder on her, more painful, more earnest.
Why couldn’t she just go to him, leaving the past where it belonged? Why did she feel this ridiculous responsibility towards Xander? Why did Chimala haunted her dreams…Gorgios? Why couldn’t they let her be and let her go on with her life? And why in the hell couldn’t she share it all with Jon.
How are you going to tell him you wanted another vampire’s touch? How many times you have come close to making love to him….you even tasted his blood.
The taunting pushed her to her feet. The stars were already splattered across the sky, wrapping her arms around herself she trudged home. Her heart was at her feet.
He was waiting for her on the porch, his shimmering eyes were staring at the glimmering ocean, his outstretched legs were propped on the railings, his hands resting on his thighs.
“You ok?”
“Yes, thank you.”
She turned to go.
“I made you dinner.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m going to go out for a while.”
There was no need to explain why.
“G’night.”
Jon gritted so hard, he thought he might snap his jaw. He wanted her to say no, don’t go. But she didn’t give a damn! Rejection didn’t sit well with Jon and he shot into the night air, his vicious snarl echoing in the night air.
Jon swooped down in the deserted streets of New Jersey. He could have searched for a meal closer to the Hamptons but he needed to get away from her and her dark thoughts.
A young girl came stumbling his way and he licked at his stabbing fangs, feeling the rush of adrenaline shooting through his veins.
He waited silently until she crashed into him.
“Oh! I’m soorrrry. Oh!....” the girl giggled. “ Gooodddd….you are Jon Bon Jovi aren’t you?” She tripped over her own heeled foot and he grabbed her arm, steadying her.
“That I am honey.” Pulling her into him, he dragged her to a secluded corner.
Swiping her hair aside he moved in. His bite was quick and deep.
“Oouuuuccccccchhhh!” She whimpered in her drunken state.
Her blood was heavy with alcohol and he knew better than to overfeed but he refused to let go, centering all his hunger and frustration on the neck bent against his lips.
When he finally shoved her from him he could feel the consequence of the alcohol filled blood.
Wiping her mind, he turned from her moving into the dark night without looking back.
He found another meal not to further down the road, and stepping back from her his head was spinning even more.
It was a Saturday night and the only people in the streets at this time of night were druggies, drunks or the homeless.
Jon stumbled into the front door a few hours later, her food was untouched on the table and he grimaced irritatingly. All that effort and she didn’t even taste it….
“Jon?” Her heat speared through his cool skin. “Is that you?” Her fear billowed around her slim form.
“Yeah…I’m back.”
She stood there in her sheer night gown, the backlight of the moon illuminating her curves perfectly.
He swallowed at the knot in his throat.
She watched as he swayed slightly, he seemed disheveled…drunk.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeeaaahh…fuck isn’t it warm in here?” He slipped the tight shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor.
“Its me probably…” she couldn’t drag her eyes from those tight abs….
“Its been days since you’ve fed …you need my blood to cool you down …” She didn’t just need his blood and they both knew it.
Finding that her thoughts traveled the same direction as his, he swung the front door open, heading for the porch. He wasn’t going through another rejection again..
He heard her feet padded behind him and he gripped the railing even harder.
Her fingertips traced down his spine and Jon shivered.
“Will you?...Let me feed from you?”
“Don’t think its such a great idea…I had some serious alcoholic blood tonight.”
Her touch wavered.
He felt the soft swish of her nightgown as she turned from him.
Arms encircled her from behind and she sighed, leaning back into his immeasurable strength.
Her tormented heart pained him. Tugging her even closer into him, he rested his face on the soft crown of her blowing curls, his gaze fixed on the pink sky.
Ciara reminded herself to keep breathing.
You can do it. In…out…
“Is being alive so painful to you?” The hurt in his voice was unexpected. “How can I ease your pain? What do you want me to do?”
Ciara shook her head wordlessly.
Nothing. I need to do this on my own.
The slight shrug of her shoulders loosened his embrace and she stepped from his arms.
She edged towards the breaking waves and he intended to follow but she turned halfway, her hand stilled him.
“Jon…please…”
Rejection darkened his eyes to a swirling mauve.
He nodded and turned from her making his way towards the beach house, his fists jammed in his pockets.
Ciara was sure it was the saltiness of the ocean air she tasted on her lips, but the warm drops pooling on her lips told her otherwise.
The cool water rushed over her feet and stole her attention from him. Digging her toes even deeper into the wet sand she dropped to the ground, not caring about the intense difference between the ocean waves and her burning skin.
Ciara rested a cheek onto her drawn up knees. Staring at the wave breaking over her and then slowly pulling back, she traced slow patterns on the sand only to watch it disappear with the next crash of salty water.
As the hours tick by, Ciara felt the undeniable built inside her. Her pelvis throbbed, a dull, warm ache pulsed between her thighs, her heart thudded heavily in her chest…she wanted Jon. Her body demanded him inside her, the taste of his blood, the hard thrust of his body but it had been days since he made love to her and every day became harder on her, more painful, more earnest.
Why couldn’t she just go to him, leaving the past where it belonged? Why did she feel this ridiculous responsibility towards Xander? Why did Chimala haunted her dreams…Gorgios? Why couldn’t they let her be and let her go on with her life? And why in the hell couldn’t she share it all with Jon.
How are you going to tell him you wanted another vampire’s touch? How many times you have come close to making love to him….you even tasted his blood.
The taunting pushed her to her feet. The stars were already splattered across the sky, wrapping her arms around herself she trudged home. Her heart was at her feet.
He was waiting for her on the porch, his shimmering eyes were staring at the glimmering ocean, his outstretched legs were propped on the railings, his hands resting on his thighs.
“You ok?”
“Yes, thank you.”
She turned to go.
“I made you dinner.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m going to go out for a while.”
There was no need to explain why.
“G’night.”
Jon gritted so hard, he thought he might snap his jaw. He wanted her to say no, don’t go. But she didn’t give a damn! Rejection didn’t sit well with Jon and he shot into the night air, his vicious snarl echoing in the night air.
Jon swooped down in the deserted streets of New Jersey. He could have searched for a meal closer to the Hamptons but he needed to get away from her and her dark thoughts.
A young girl came stumbling his way and he licked at his stabbing fangs, feeling the rush of adrenaline shooting through his veins.
He waited silently until she crashed into him.
“Oh! I’m soorrrry. Oh!....” the girl giggled. “ Gooodddd….you are Jon Bon Jovi aren’t you?” She tripped over her own heeled foot and he grabbed her arm, steadying her.
“That I am honey.” Pulling her into him, he dragged her to a secluded corner.
Swiping her hair aside he moved in. His bite was quick and deep.
“Oouuuuccccccchhhh!” She whimpered in her drunken state.
Her blood was heavy with alcohol and he knew better than to overfeed but he refused to let go, centering all his hunger and frustration on the neck bent against his lips.
When he finally shoved her from him he could feel the consequence of the alcohol filled blood.
Wiping her mind, he turned from her moving into the dark night without looking back.
He found another meal not to further down the road, and stepping back from her his head was spinning even more.
It was a Saturday night and the only people in the streets at this time of night were druggies, drunks or the homeless.
Jon stumbled into the front door a few hours later, her food was untouched on the table and he grimaced irritatingly. All that effort and she didn’t even taste it….
“Jon?” Her heat speared through his cool skin. “Is that you?” Her fear billowed around her slim form.
“Yeah…I’m back.”
She stood there in her sheer night gown, the backlight of the moon illuminating her curves perfectly.
He swallowed at the knot in his throat.
She watched as he swayed slightly, he seemed disheveled…drunk.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeeaaahh…fuck isn’t it warm in here?” He slipped the tight shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor.
“Its me probably…” she couldn’t drag her eyes from those tight abs….
“Its been days since you’ve fed …you need my blood to cool you down …” She didn’t just need his blood and they both knew it.
Finding that her thoughts traveled the same direction as his, he swung the front door open, heading for the porch. He wasn’t going through another rejection again..
He heard her feet padded behind him and he gripped the railing even harder.
Her fingertips traced down his spine and Jon shivered.
“Will you?...Let me feed from you?”
“Don’t think its such a great idea…I had some serious alcoholic blood tonight.”
Her touch wavered.
He felt the soft swish of her nightgown as she turned from him.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Chapter 158
Ciara woke with a start, Xander was holding her again, his body twined with hers, a hairy thigh thrown over her hip.
Not wanting to wake him, she eased the hand cupping her breast, sliding slowly from the bed. Her eyes came into focus and she froze.
She wasn’t in his home anymore, she was…
Oh God! She jerked around and there he was, Jon. All mussed up from their lovemaking…they have made love!
Pushing from the bed, she suppressed a slight moan as her muscles bemoaned their fragile state. Her thighs were aching, the apex of her thighs were so tender. Padding lightly towards the bathroom she closed the door behind her. Staring in the mirror she saw a stranger there. Her skin had a tinge of blood smeared, here and there, two tiny holes confirmed his need for her. Remembering the other two puncture wounds, she brushed her skin there. It was gone…Jon didn’t like the sight of another vampire’s mark on her and had made sure to remove it and replace it with his own.
Her eyes dropped to her swollen breasts. Her breasts seemed bigger, her nipples puckered, both seemed heavy, sore. Her hands cupped each weight and she winced.
Was there a place on her body that didn’t ache?
She turned towards the shower and opened the taps. Setting the water to the correct temperature, she stepped in, lifting her face she marveled at the generous fingers massaging her sensitive skin.
Slipping the soap over every inch of skin, the past few weeks replayed in her mind. Tears flowed as regret, fear and shame overwhelmed her.
The dark, claws of guilt anchored into her soul. Chimala’s face on her deathbed haunted her. Everything was her fault, Chimala’s death was on her hands. She had placed herself in danger running from Jon’s protection. She had put herself in harm’s way, in Xander’s way and now he was going to pay for it too! All he wanted was someone to love…he loved her, worshipped her and what did she give him? For a fleet second she wondered how he was. His dark features flitted in her mind and she gasped. What the hell was she feeling for him?! He abducted her for God’s sake. Was she losing her mind?!
Ciara sagged to the cold tile floor of the shower, her body racking as heartache took over.
What kind of person was she? Wanting another man while her heart mourned another? There were times that she ached for Xander’s touch even when his brother were threatening to rape her did her body flamed in need!
I don’t know myself anymore! What happened to me?
All her strength drained from her as her emotions escaped in ragged sobs.
“Ciara?”
She cowered into a corner as his hoarse voice called out to her. The door of the shower slammed back and she sat in a sorry heap, her legs locked together, pulled up tightly against her body, her face buried in her hands.
“Baby, what the matter?” his touch was almost more painful than the concern in his voice.
She refused to answer, her heart was shattered, her pride was left somewhere at Xander’s home, never to be retrieved again.
Jon swooped down, lifting her into his arms, he walked wordlessly towards the bedroom, his lips pressed into her wet hair.
He sat on the edge of the bed, settling her on his thighs, he kept her safe. Never saying a word, he rocked her gently. His love and understanding for her seeped through her skin. His calm thoughts flowed through her mind, relaxing her muscles, easing her sorrow.
Ciara’s arms felt suddenly heavy, dropping them onto her lap, she sagged against his chest, her face resting against his chest.
They sat in silence; her hiccups the only sound in the room.
Jon’s hand cradled her head against his chest, raising it slightly, he stroked, sweeping her tumultuous emotions from her.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice drifted towards her.
She shook her head, turning her face, she clutched his free hand, bringing it to her face.
Jon focused on her thoughts but was taken aback as he found a void there.
“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me baby but I respect it. Whenever you’re ready…I’ll be here.”
Her gorgeous, emerald eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at him.
“If you should ever read my thoughts, you will hate me. I’ve taught myself to keep my mind blank, it was safer that way.”
Jon’s face took on a murderous glare, swallowing a few times, Ciara could see he was forcing his emotions under control.
“Was he violent with you?”
“Jon…I don’t want to talk about it, not now, ok? Xander didn’t always like what I was thinking, so I figured out how to clear my mind. ” Her eyelashes sparkled with new tears.
Fury cut through him like a knife.
I’ll fucking kill him. What has she gone through?! She couldn’t even think what she wanted? What kind of a sick fuck was he?
Tipping her chin to meet his icy stare, he prompted.
“Was there someone else too? A brother? What the hell went on there? “His voice seemed calm, but the violence in his eyes chilled her to the bone.
“How?...when I was sleeping?”
He nodded.
“There was a brother, Gorgios, the vampire that attacked me that night…”
“’…in the alley.”
“Yes.” Her lips quivered.
“Where is he now? How did Xander protect you against him?” Jon paled as he bit the words out, he was almost sure he knew the answer.
“His dead.”
A jolt thundered through him.
“His own brother killed him? What the fuck?”
“He tried to hurt me..Xander protected me. He saved me from his brother.”
Jon didn’t like the way she said it. Did she have feelings for the vampire? She almost seemed to admire the fucker.
“Baby…what happened? Did he rape you?”
Ciara stunned face was more than he could take and he pulled her into his chest.
Her tiny voice escaped from his steely embrace.
“He tried to…but Xander came just in time.” She shivered as Gorgios death gurgle invaded her mind. The wall crumbled and Jon was thrown into her memories. He saw her on the bed, Giorgos on top of her, ripping her nightgown, his fangs hacking into her, swallowing greedily. Jon felt her shiver as her thoughts took her too his assault, the cruel way he molded her breasts, his erection pressing into her. A pain sliced through Jon’s chest as her fear and pain pummeled into him. Suddenly the vampire with the crimson eyes was in the room. Ciara didn’t watch the bloody clash and all Jon could tap in was her shock and horror and then he saw the dying vampire through her minds eye. Xander came for her, his bloodied, injured state upset Ciara and when she stripped him off his bloodied and stepped with him in the shower the wall came up again and he was spat out, an unwelcome intruder in her thoughts.
Jon wanted to shake her, demanding that she opened up but her slumped, shivering body kept him from pushing her.
What happened in that shower? What happened after that? He swallowed at the bile worming its way up.
He kissed her temple.
“Thank you for letting me in, showing me what happened . I can understand that you’re not ready to tell me everything and its okay. But when you want to…you know what to do.”
She seemed wary of him as he whispered against her temple. Did she lose her trust in him?
“We need to get dressed, we have a plane to catch in a few hours and I still need to feed you. I almost forgot you needed food.”
He smiled. Ciara offered a wobbly smile as well.
The woman before him was a wounded, traumatized little girl. It was time to take the hurt away even if it was for just little while.
His face lit up, looking years younger he flashed his famous smile.
“You ready for some sun and sea?”
“Definitely.” Her smile belied her haunted eyes and another chip splintered from his heart .
“Come ‘ere darlin’.” She rushed into his arms. “Everything is going to be ok.”
Not wanting to wake him, she eased the hand cupping her breast, sliding slowly from the bed. Her eyes came into focus and she froze.
She wasn’t in his home anymore, she was…
Oh God! She jerked around and there he was, Jon. All mussed up from their lovemaking…they have made love!
Pushing from the bed, she suppressed a slight moan as her muscles bemoaned their fragile state. Her thighs were aching, the apex of her thighs were so tender. Padding lightly towards the bathroom she closed the door behind her. Staring in the mirror she saw a stranger there. Her skin had a tinge of blood smeared, here and there, two tiny holes confirmed his need for her. Remembering the other two puncture wounds, she brushed her skin there. It was gone…Jon didn’t like the sight of another vampire’s mark on her and had made sure to remove it and replace it with his own.
Her eyes dropped to her swollen breasts. Her breasts seemed bigger, her nipples puckered, both seemed heavy, sore. Her hands cupped each weight and she winced.
Was there a place on her body that didn’t ache?
She turned towards the shower and opened the taps. Setting the water to the correct temperature, she stepped in, lifting her face she marveled at the generous fingers massaging her sensitive skin.
Slipping the soap over every inch of skin, the past few weeks replayed in her mind. Tears flowed as regret, fear and shame overwhelmed her.
The dark, claws of guilt anchored into her soul. Chimala’s face on her deathbed haunted her. Everything was her fault, Chimala’s death was on her hands. She had placed herself in danger running from Jon’s protection. She had put herself in harm’s way, in Xander’s way and now he was going to pay for it too! All he wanted was someone to love…he loved her, worshipped her and what did she give him? For a fleet second she wondered how he was. His dark features flitted in her mind and she gasped. What the hell was she feeling for him?! He abducted her for God’s sake. Was she losing her mind?!
Ciara sagged to the cold tile floor of the shower, her body racking as heartache took over.
What kind of person was she? Wanting another man while her heart mourned another? There were times that she ached for Xander’s touch even when his brother were threatening to rape her did her body flamed in need!
I don’t know myself anymore! What happened to me?
All her strength drained from her as her emotions escaped in ragged sobs.
“Ciara?”
She cowered into a corner as his hoarse voice called out to her. The door of the shower slammed back and she sat in a sorry heap, her legs locked together, pulled up tightly against her body, her face buried in her hands.
“Baby, what the matter?” his touch was almost more painful than the concern in his voice.
She refused to answer, her heart was shattered, her pride was left somewhere at Xander’s home, never to be retrieved again.
Jon swooped down, lifting her into his arms, he walked wordlessly towards the bedroom, his lips pressed into her wet hair.
He sat on the edge of the bed, settling her on his thighs, he kept her safe. Never saying a word, he rocked her gently. His love and understanding for her seeped through her skin. His calm thoughts flowed through her mind, relaxing her muscles, easing her sorrow.
Ciara’s arms felt suddenly heavy, dropping them onto her lap, she sagged against his chest, her face resting against his chest.
They sat in silence; her hiccups the only sound in the room.
Jon’s hand cradled her head against his chest, raising it slightly, he stroked, sweeping her tumultuous emotions from her.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice drifted towards her.
She shook her head, turning her face, she clutched his free hand, bringing it to her face.
Jon focused on her thoughts but was taken aback as he found a void there.
“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me baby but I respect it. Whenever you’re ready…I’ll be here.”
Her gorgeous, emerald eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at him.
“If you should ever read my thoughts, you will hate me. I’ve taught myself to keep my mind blank, it was safer that way.”
Jon’s face took on a murderous glare, swallowing a few times, Ciara could see he was forcing his emotions under control.
“Was he violent with you?”
“Jon…I don’t want to talk about it, not now, ok? Xander didn’t always like what I was thinking, so I figured out how to clear my mind. ” Her eyelashes sparkled with new tears.
Fury cut through him like a knife.
I’ll fucking kill him. What has she gone through?! She couldn’t even think what she wanted? What kind of a sick fuck was he?
Tipping her chin to meet his icy stare, he prompted.
“Was there someone else too? A brother? What the hell went on there? “His voice seemed calm, but the violence in his eyes chilled her to the bone.
“How?...when I was sleeping?”
He nodded.
“There was a brother, Gorgios, the vampire that attacked me that night…”
“’…in the alley.”
“Yes.” Her lips quivered.
“Where is he now? How did Xander protect you against him?” Jon paled as he bit the words out, he was almost sure he knew the answer.
“His dead.”
A jolt thundered through him.
“His own brother killed him? What the fuck?”
“He tried to hurt me..Xander protected me. He saved me from his brother.”
Jon didn’t like the way she said it. Did she have feelings for the vampire? She almost seemed to admire the fucker.
“Baby…what happened? Did he rape you?”
Ciara stunned face was more than he could take and he pulled her into his chest.
Her tiny voice escaped from his steely embrace.
“He tried to…but Xander came just in time.” She shivered as Gorgios death gurgle invaded her mind. The wall crumbled and Jon was thrown into her memories. He saw her on the bed, Giorgos on top of her, ripping her nightgown, his fangs hacking into her, swallowing greedily. Jon felt her shiver as her thoughts took her too his assault, the cruel way he molded her breasts, his erection pressing into her. A pain sliced through Jon’s chest as her fear and pain pummeled into him. Suddenly the vampire with the crimson eyes was in the room. Ciara didn’t watch the bloody clash and all Jon could tap in was her shock and horror and then he saw the dying vampire through her minds eye. Xander came for her, his bloodied, injured state upset Ciara and when she stripped him off his bloodied and stepped with him in the shower the wall came up again and he was spat out, an unwelcome intruder in her thoughts.
Jon wanted to shake her, demanding that she opened up but her slumped, shivering body kept him from pushing her.
What happened in that shower? What happened after that? He swallowed at the bile worming its way up.
He kissed her temple.
“Thank you for letting me in, showing me what happened . I can understand that you’re not ready to tell me everything and its okay. But when you want to…you know what to do.”
She seemed wary of him as he whispered against her temple. Did she lose her trust in him?
“We need to get dressed, we have a plane to catch in a few hours and I still need to feed you. I almost forgot you needed food.”
He smiled. Ciara offered a wobbly smile as well.
The woman before him was a wounded, traumatized little girl. It was time to take the hurt away even if it was for just little while.
His face lit up, looking years younger he flashed his famous smile.
“You ready for some sun and sea?”
“Definitely.” Her smile belied her haunted eyes and another chip splintered from his heart .
“Come ‘ere darlin’.” She rushed into his arms. “Everything is going to be ok.”
Chapter 157
For a breathless few moments Ciara stopped breathing as she felt him at her entrance. Her womb clenched…her womanhood was soaked with her eagerness.
Ciara was sure her heart stopped the moment she felt him nudge her entrance. Watching him as he slid home she shuddered as his length stretched her, filling her to the hilt.
A smile broke on his passion filled face.
“Ciara… baby…breathe”
Her pent up breathe mingled with a feminine cry left her throat as he pulled slightly back and shoved deeper.
Her buttocks were balanced on his hands, lifting her higher she opened up even more. Was it possible that he could fill her even deeper?
Ciara was sure the world was spinning. Never in her life had she experienced lovemaking so intense, so devastating.
Their bodies locked together, she met each thrust with her own. Her eyes never left his, her breathe never returned and with each plunge of his powerful body she died a little in his arms.
Jon stared at his angel lost in their lovemaking. Soft, mewling cries drifted from her swollen lips, Tiny ringlets of her hair plastered against her sweaty face. Their bodies were slick with sweat, her body pulled at him, pulsing around his steel, keeping him captive, keeping him right there…
She was never as beautiful to him as she was at that moment. All emotions flowed from her, her dark slumberous eyes shined with love, her hands worshipped the planes of his body.
Ciara was sure she couldn’t stand his unbridled lovemaking any longer. His thrusts were getting stronger, lifting her hips from the bed with every rhythmic pulse of his hips.
Jon fangs scraped along her skin, giving her pleasure and pain. As he reached her exposed neck, her hands clutched his nape. Her lips moved against his jaw and he stilled for a breathless moment.
“Feed from me …”
“I’m going to hurt you baby…Oh Gooodddd.” Ciara had flicked her hips upwards, dipping her mouth lower, she nipped his throat.
Leaning back into the pillows, she locked her fingers in his hair, pulling him down towards her.
His rumble shook his body, vibrating against her skin. His tongue licked slowly over the ticking vein, he poised…and bit down.
The moment his fangs punched into her skin Ciara was thrown into a stupefying world of color and immense pleasure.
Her scream was deafening in his ears, her violent tremors caught him unawares, and as her blood spilled into his mouth they were thrown into the ultimate culmination two bodies could possibly achieve.
Ciara felt him swell and pulse within her, his arms held her safe, his body overpowered her, demanding her release and she whimpered as her womb pulsed wildly.
His mouth surged strongly against her throat, her body rippled endlessly, wave after wave swept through her, never easing its grip on her.
Ciara moaned pitifully when he extracted his fangs, she didn’t want to break the closeness. She wanted him to need her…
Leaning closer to the shell of her ear, he licked playfully, his voice but a whisper.
“I need you baby…in every damn way a man could need his woman…but I just need you that little bit more…you are the only one that can satisfied my needs… ”
Ciara gripped the blonde sweaty bangs as it disappeared once again between her breasts. She was on a high that didn’t seem to lose its strength, even after her violent climax, she still wanted more.
He stilled above her, shielding her with his body, he balanced his weight carefully, not wanting to part with her but didn’t want to cause her any discomfort either.
Their breaths matched in perfect unison, their bodies glistened with sweat.
Ciara felt limbless as she lay beneath him, stamping kisses along his shoulder, she thought her heart might burst.
She felt him shift against her, her circling fingers stilled as she expected him to slide from her but she was so wrong and to her surprise she felt herself come alive once again.
His throaty laugh brought his face into focus and she smiled self consciously. Was it even possible? He was still hard inside her. Her insides clamped yet again.
“Oooh yes its possible. Remember you are an Enepsigos. Your body ache for mine and as God is my witness, I can’t get enough of you…never enough.” His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly rammed deeper into her. Her gasp and her huge dark eyes stoked the fires deep within and his body surged, filling her, giving her every inch he had.
“Ooooh….God…Jon!” His lovemaking woke a storm from within, just as she thought the hurricane might destroy her, he was there to save her, taking her to an even higher level she had never thought possible.
Ciara latched onto a male nipple, nibbling restlessly, she suddenly bit down, drawing blood. There was only one thing missing and that she intended to get…her way.
Strong hands gripped her thighs and he kept trusting, each stroke deeper…harder than the next.
“Take it baby! Do you want more…I’ll give you more…” his finger stroked just above his nipple in one fluent motion and suddenly the scent was there…strong, overwhelmingly delectable.
Ciara was so wrapped up with the taste of him in her mouth and him so deep inside that she only realized he had changed position when her knees dug into the mattress.
Her thighs clamped his hips, she didn’t know if it was even possible but he penetrated even deeper and she didn’t know where he began, and she ended. They were one…one movement…one heartbeat.
His hands gripped her hips, picking her up with his strong hands, he slammed her down, and with every stroke Ciara lost herself that little bit more.
Jon heard her hissed as he flattened her breasts against his chest. He didn’t want space between them tonight, only skin on skin, breath mingled with breath. Jon gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders, her hair cascaded down her back and with every sure stroke, he felt her breasts jingle against his.
Ciara shuddered as her climax crashed over her, her walls pulsed, milking his shaft rhythmically.
Jon groaned as he felt her walls close around him, she was so tight he thought he might hurt her but her moans told him otherwise.
The energy drained from her in one fell swoop. She collapsed against him, her body heaving, her heartbeat a loud gallop in their ears.
A soft laugh tumbled from his lips and her eyes followed his source of his humor.
Their bodies were covered in shed blood, his and hers…dark smudges smeared down her breasts, covering her stomach. Ciara watched in horror as he snickered, his tongue darted out, tracing lazy circles over her breasts, ridding her skin of their blood.
It took him a while and by the looks of it he enjoyed it immensely. Easing her slowly off him he tumbled her onto the bed, his mouth fused with hers, stealing her newly found breath.
Jon settled back, pushing from the bed, he was about to stand up when she grabbed his wrist.
“Wait….don’t I get to return the favor?”
He stilled as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Raising up to her knees, she began her onslaught from his navel, working her way slowly upwards.
The taste of her own blood mingled with his tasted foreign to her and she faltered for a moment.
“Don’t you like your own taste?” he hissed as she dipped her tongue in his navel, nipping her way higher. She liked the power she had over him…
After a torturous few minutes spend on his chest and over his nipples, he cupped her chin, lifting her face for his kiss.
He could feel her body slacking, her mind growing weary. She was fully satisfied…for now.
The thought of her begging him to take her, easing her unquenchable lust harden his body yet again and he pulled the sheets aside, easing her back.
“You need your sleep Sweetheart. You will be ready for my loving in a few hours time…until then…sweet dreams.”
The last thing she felt was his lips on her temple, and his arms pulling her closer, shielding her body with his.
Ciara was sure her heart stopped the moment she felt him nudge her entrance. Watching him as he slid home she shuddered as his length stretched her, filling her to the hilt.
A smile broke on his passion filled face.
“Ciara… baby…breathe”
Her pent up breathe mingled with a feminine cry left her throat as he pulled slightly back and shoved deeper.
Her buttocks were balanced on his hands, lifting her higher she opened up even more. Was it possible that he could fill her even deeper?
Ciara was sure the world was spinning. Never in her life had she experienced lovemaking so intense, so devastating.
Their bodies locked together, she met each thrust with her own. Her eyes never left his, her breathe never returned and with each plunge of his powerful body she died a little in his arms.
Jon stared at his angel lost in their lovemaking. Soft, mewling cries drifted from her swollen lips, Tiny ringlets of her hair plastered against her sweaty face. Their bodies were slick with sweat, her body pulled at him, pulsing around his steel, keeping him captive, keeping him right there…
She was never as beautiful to him as she was at that moment. All emotions flowed from her, her dark slumberous eyes shined with love, her hands worshipped the planes of his body.
Ciara was sure she couldn’t stand his unbridled lovemaking any longer. His thrusts were getting stronger, lifting her hips from the bed with every rhythmic pulse of his hips.
Jon fangs scraped along her skin, giving her pleasure and pain. As he reached her exposed neck, her hands clutched his nape. Her lips moved against his jaw and he stilled for a breathless moment.
“Feed from me …”
“I’m going to hurt you baby…Oh Gooodddd.” Ciara had flicked her hips upwards, dipping her mouth lower, she nipped his throat.
Leaning back into the pillows, she locked her fingers in his hair, pulling him down towards her.
His rumble shook his body, vibrating against her skin. His tongue licked slowly over the ticking vein, he poised…and bit down.
The moment his fangs punched into her skin Ciara was thrown into a stupefying world of color and immense pleasure.
Her scream was deafening in his ears, her violent tremors caught him unawares, and as her blood spilled into his mouth they were thrown into the ultimate culmination two bodies could possibly achieve.
Ciara felt him swell and pulse within her, his arms held her safe, his body overpowered her, demanding her release and she whimpered as her womb pulsed wildly.
His mouth surged strongly against her throat, her body rippled endlessly, wave after wave swept through her, never easing its grip on her.
Ciara moaned pitifully when he extracted his fangs, she didn’t want to break the closeness. She wanted him to need her…
Leaning closer to the shell of her ear, he licked playfully, his voice but a whisper.
“I need you baby…in every damn way a man could need his woman…but I just need you that little bit more…you are the only one that can satisfied my needs… ”
Ciara gripped the blonde sweaty bangs as it disappeared once again between her breasts. She was on a high that didn’t seem to lose its strength, even after her violent climax, she still wanted more.
He stilled above her, shielding her with his body, he balanced his weight carefully, not wanting to part with her but didn’t want to cause her any discomfort either.
Their breaths matched in perfect unison, their bodies glistened with sweat.
Ciara felt limbless as she lay beneath him, stamping kisses along his shoulder, she thought her heart might burst.
She felt him shift against her, her circling fingers stilled as she expected him to slide from her but she was so wrong and to her surprise she felt herself come alive once again.
His throaty laugh brought his face into focus and she smiled self consciously. Was it even possible? He was still hard inside her. Her insides clamped yet again.
“Oooh yes its possible. Remember you are an Enepsigos. Your body ache for mine and as God is my witness, I can’t get enough of you…never enough.” His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly rammed deeper into her. Her gasp and her huge dark eyes stoked the fires deep within and his body surged, filling her, giving her every inch he had.
“Ooooh….God…Jon!” His lovemaking woke a storm from within, just as she thought the hurricane might destroy her, he was there to save her, taking her to an even higher level she had never thought possible.
Ciara latched onto a male nipple, nibbling restlessly, she suddenly bit down, drawing blood. There was only one thing missing and that she intended to get…her way.
Strong hands gripped her thighs and he kept trusting, each stroke deeper…harder than the next.
“Take it baby! Do you want more…I’ll give you more…” his finger stroked just above his nipple in one fluent motion and suddenly the scent was there…strong, overwhelmingly delectable.
Ciara was so wrapped up with the taste of him in her mouth and him so deep inside that she only realized he had changed position when her knees dug into the mattress.
Her thighs clamped his hips, she didn’t know if it was even possible but he penetrated even deeper and she didn’t know where he began, and she ended. They were one…one movement…one heartbeat.
His hands gripped her hips, picking her up with his strong hands, he slammed her down, and with every stroke Ciara lost herself that little bit more.
Jon heard her hissed as he flattened her breasts against his chest. He didn’t want space between them tonight, only skin on skin, breath mingled with breath. Jon gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders, her hair cascaded down her back and with every sure stroke, he felt her breasts jingle against his.
Ciara shuddered as her climax crashed over her, her walls pulsed, milking his shaft rhythmically.
Jon groaned as he felt her walls close around him, she was so tight he thought he might hurt her but her moans told him otherwise.
The energy drained from her in one fell swoop. She collapsed against him, her body heaving, her heartbeat a loud gallop in their ears.
A soft laugh tumbled from his lips and her eyes followed his source of his humor.
Their bodies were covered in shed blood, his and hers…dark smudges smeared down her breasts, covering her stomach. Ciara watched in horror as he snickered, his tongue darted out, tracing lazy circles over her breasts, ridding her skin of their blood.
It took him a while and by the looks of it he enjoyed it immensely. Easing her slowly off him he tumbled her onto the bed, his mouth fused with hers, stealing her newly found breath.
Jon settled back, pushing from the bed, he was about to stand up when she grabbed his wrist.
“Wait….don’t I get to return the favor?”
He stilled as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Raising up to her knees, she began her onslaught from his navel, working her way slowly upwards.
The taste of her own blood mingled with his tasted foreign to her and she faltered for a moment.
“Don’t you like your own taste?” he hissed as she dipped her tongue in his navel, nipping her way higher. She liked the power she had over him…
After a torturous few minutes spend on his chest and over his nipples, he cupped her chin, lifting her face for his kiss.
He could feel her body slacking, her mind growing weary. She was fully satisfied…for now.
The thought of her begging him to take her, easing her unquenchable lust harden his body yet again and he pulled the sheets aside, easing her back.
“You need your sleep Sweetheart. You will be ready for my loving in a few hours time…until then…sweet dreams.”
The last thing she felt was his lips on her temple, and his arms pulling her closer, shielding her body with his.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Chapter 156
The night seemed like an eternity, her nightmares inundated his mind, setting his teeth on edge. His veins were ignited with jealousy and pent-up passion.
Her pitiful whimpers filled the night, her burning body jerked in fear and at times swayed with lust, her hips rotating against his,
Xander’s blazing crimson eyes were edged in her mind, amber, and emerald irises closed in on her, fangs ripping into her pearly skin, tasting her, low, lustul growls bombarding her. A familiar face loomed into view, the tautning, cruel face guffawed above her, his hands clawing her breasts, his mouth clasped on her throat, latched onto her vein…The bastard was Xander’s brother?!
“No! Please God no! It hurts!” Ciara twisted, tears streaming down her face, her hands dug into the mattress.
Jon gripped her shoulders.
“Ciara…baby wake up! Ciara!” Her eyelids fluttered open, her breaths escaped her lips in tiny gasps.
“Jon!” Her heart bounced in her chest. She hung onto him for dear life, “It was a nightmare …its all over! Thank God!”
Her love for him flooded his wounded soul and he reared onto his haunches, pulling her up and into his chest, his hands cradling her head.
“That’s right Sweetheart. It’s all over. You are here with me, safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again.”
Her body slacked as his promise penetrated her mind.
“Yes…I know.” She turned her face only to bury it into his neck. Her teary gasps morphed into deep breaths. She couldn’t get enough of him, and she tried to fill her lungs with him, her body pushing closer to his, melting into his hardness.
The need to be comforted slowly changed into a craving…a craving to be filled to the hilt with all of him, his body straining against hers, his mouth tasting, his hands touching, molding to fit his demanding body.
The scent of her arousal punched into his groin and he groaned loudly, his chest vibrating with the force of it.
Their bodies suddenly knew, her body grew soft against his solidity. Her pupils dilated even more, her lips slacked, eagerly awaiting his plundering kiss.
“Jesus baby! I’m going to hurt you…I need you so bad!” His eyes flared in the darkness, the azure lights lit behind his irises. He closed his eyes for a moment but she reached out…
“Open your eyes, show me your passion…I want to see it.”
He refused to obey, turning his face from her, he grunted, lisping as he stared at the moon.
“I’m going to scare you, I always do when I’m like this. I’m trying my damndest not to turn but God knows I cannot keep it back…” He roared against her.
Ciara reached out to cradle his face.
“Jon…look at me…” Her hands coaxed him to turn his moonlit face towards her. His eyes glowed from their sockets, his long, white fangs pushed passed his lips.
“Do you like what you see Ciara? A monster…that’s what I am. A fucking monster, aching to ravage you like a animal, taking your body, easing my craving from your vein…you don’t deserve it, you deserve so much more.”
Her fingertips brushed over his lips, paying special attention to each fang. Tracing the length of them she gasped as he suddenly caught her index finger between his lips.
“They’re not toys baby, they kill…”
“They won’t kill me…that’s all that matters.”
Capturing her chin he kept her captive.
“And my eyes…look at me…can you bear to look at me without fearing what I might do to you? What I WANT to do to you?”
She met his gaze straight on, keeping it.
“Yes…yes I can. There is a difference when your eyes look like this and when…when you are enraged. At times I do get scared when I see the violence in them but these last couple of weeks I’ve learned the difference between your eyes and the cold, lifeless ones of the vampires that crossed my path. Yours are different…so different. They sometimes burn with passion, always with ferocity but whatever reason it was there was always something…humanity. You haven’t lost your humanity… you must never lose your humanity.”
His orbs flashed as emotions flared deep inside his core. How well she knew him! And dammit how much he loved her for it! His arms caged around her, pulling her tightly against him, he felt her heartbeat tap against his chest.
“Jon?”
“Yeah?” Was he choking the life out of her?
“Make love to me.”
Ciara wasn’t sure if he heard her. He was frozen, his body poised, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.
“Oh sweet Jesus baby…You dunno what your asking!” She whimpered the moment his mouth slammed down onto hers, his fangs nicked her lips but she didn’t care. She was in Jon’s arms, nothing mattered but him and his fierce lovemaking.
Jon hauled the sheet from her, leaving her naked, exposed to his flaming eyes.
“I’ve missed you like this…”
His hands traced her shoulders, stroking the soft skin of her arms, he brought her hands towards his lips. Jon flipped her palms upwards, kissing the sensitive skin there, licking teasingly.
“Hhhmmmmm.” Ciara murmured appreciatively.
His lips abandoned her palms and she grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep her from swaying into him. His shoulders bunched beneath her touch. Lowering her fingers, they searched for the last few buttons, fumbling clumsily; she managed to pull the material aside, slipping it from his proud, strong shoulders.
His hands were stroking her waist, hovering on her hips, he pulled her closer, his thumbs rubbing the soft swell of her tummy.
“Skin like silk….” He rumbled appreciatively.
Ciara moaned impatiently, grabbing hold of one hand, she ushered it towards an aching breast. His hand closed onto the mount, kneading it slowly, he held her weight in his hand, his thumb flicking across the pink nub. Feeling an irrepressible need to taste it he nipped, drawing it into his mouth, he suckled. The suckling was so intense Ciara cried out. Easing his intensity, he turned towards the twin, unleashing his growing desire there too.
Jon wrapped one arm around her, stroking her throat with his splayed palm, he pressed harder into her as he slid lower, pushing her backwards, coaxing her to arch her back, granting him full access to her breasts and jutting hips.
The moistness of his mouth and his eager licking tongue cooled her skin as it trailed all over her. Capturing her hand he pulled it above her head, her other arm followed and she stretched over his arm, her breasts jutting, her throat exposed.
A calloused hand brushed over her face, his thumb rubbed over her lips and just as he circled it once again, she bit down, drawing it into her mouth, suckling hungrily.
His thumb escaped from her mouth, dropping it to her dark nest of curls, he touched the wetness to her swollen nub.
“Ooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmm.” Her hips flicked towards his hand. Not satisfied with what he felt he dropped his hand even lower, pushing slowly, he slid two fingers into her moistness.
Ciara cried out, her thighs quivered as she fought to remain upright. Extracting his fingers from her he swooped her up, lifting her, he settled her onto the bed.
Her hands closed around the buckle of his belt. Pulling impatiently, she felt it slip. Her fingers fumbled with the button, turning towards the zipper she peeled the pants back.
His erection sprung free and she reached out, cupping his heaviness beneath his proud shaft.
He suddenly reared from the bed, pulling at the jeans, he yanked it lower, stepping out of it.
Leaning over the bed, Jon’s hands closed around her ankles pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.
She waited in anticipation as his eyes burned into her, his hands molding her thighs, widening it.
He grew still above her, taking his time, he drank in her flustered appearance, from her heaving breasts down to her glistening womanhood.
“Jon…please…”
She pushed upwards, reaching for him.
Jon moved in between her thighs, sliding his palms upwards, he gripped her hips, holding her restless body still beneath his. His eyes burned with ferocity, something shifted as his gaze roamed over her squirming body.
“Did you beg for his touch just like you are begging for mine?” Jon wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer but he waited for it, staring down at her aroused body, her shocked face.
Ciara gasped at his gritting words. Her body was on fire, her insides were pulsing with anticipation, couldn’t he feel it?
“Never.” She bit her lip, fighting the tears threatening to spill. Why was he doing this?
Jon felt her dishonesty and it hurt like hell.
“Look at me Ciara. I want you to look at me…see me as I am when I make love to you.”
She nodded eagerly, her hips raised from the bed and Jon cupped her buttocks. Possessiveness poured from him in spicy waves fusing with her dark, sweet scent.
Her pitiful whimpers filled the night, her burning body jerked in fear and at times swayed with lust, her hips rotating against his,
Xander’s blazing crimson eyes were edged in her mind, amber, and emerald irises closed in on her, fangs ripping into her pearly skin, tasting her, low, lustul growls bombarding her. A familiar face loomed into view, the tautning, cruel face guffawed above her, his hands clawing her breasts, his mouth clasped on her throat, latched onto her vein…The bastard was Xander’s brother?!
“No! Please God no! It hurts!” Ciara twisted, tears streaming down her face, her hands dug into the mattress.
Jon gripped her shoulders.
“Ciara…baby wake up! Ciara!” Her eyelids fluttered open, her breaths escaped her lips in tiny gasps.
“Jon!” Her heart bounced in her chest. She hung onto him for dear life, “It was a nightmare …its all over! Thank God!”
Her love for him flooded his wounded soul and he reared onto his haunches, pulling her up and into his chest, his hands cradling her head.
“That’s right Sweetheart. It’s all over. You are here with me, safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again.”
Her body slacked as his promise penetrated her mind.
“Yes…I know.” She turned her face only to bury it into his neck. Her teary gasps morphed into deep breaths. She couldn’t get enough of him, and she tried to fill her lungs with him, her body pushing closer to his, melting into his hardness.
The need to be comforted slowly changed into a craving…a craving to be filled to the hilt with all of him, his body straining against hers, his mouth tasting, his hands touching, molding to fit his demanding body.
The scent of her arousal punched into his groin and he groaned loudly, his chest vibrating with the force of it.
Their bodies suddenly knew, her body grew soft against his solidity. Her pupils dilated even more, her lips slacked, eagerly awaiting his plundering kiss.
“Jesus baby! I’m going to hurt you…I need you so bad!” His eyes flared in the darkness, the azure lights lit behind his irises. He closed his eyes for a moment but she reached out…
“Open your eyes, show me your passion…I want to see it.”
He refused to obey, turning his face from her, he grunted, lisping as he stared at the moon.
“I’m going to scare you, I always do when I’m like this. I’m trying my damndest not to turn but God knows I cannot keep it back…” He roared against her.
Ciara reached out to cradle his face.
“Jon…look at me…” Her hands coaxed him to turn his moonlit face towards her. His eyes glowed from their sockets, his long, white fangs pushed passed his lips.
“Do you like what you see Ciara? A monster…that’s what I am. A fucking monster, aching to ravage you like a animal, taking your body, easing my craving from your vein…you don’t deserve it, you deserve so much more.”
Her fingertips brushed over his lips, paying special attention to each fang. Tracing the length of them she gasped as he suddenly caught her index finger between his lips.
“They’re not toys baby, they kill…”
“They won’t kill me…that’s all that matters.”
Capturing her chin he kept her captive.
“And my eyes…look at me…can you bear to look at me without fearing what I might do to you? What I WANT to do to you?”
She met his gaze straight on, keeping it.
“Yes…yes I can. There is a difference when your eyes look like this and when…when you are enraged. At times I do get scared when I see the violence in them but these last couple of weeks I’ve learned the difference between your eyes and the cold, lifeless ones of the vampires that crossed my path. Yours are different…so different. They sometimes burn with passion, always with ferocity but whatever reason it was there was always something…humanity. You haven’t lost your humanity… you must never lose your humanity.”
His orbs flashed as emotions flared deep inside his core. How well she knew him! And dammit how much he loved her for it! His arms caged around her, pulling her tightly against him, he felt her heartbeat tap against his chest.
“Jon?”
“Yeah?” Was he choking the life out of her?
“Make love to me.”
Ciara wasn’t sure if he heard her. He was frozen, his body poised, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.
“Oh sweet Jesus baby…You dunno what your asking!” She whimpered the moment his mouth slammed down onto hers, his fangs nicked her lips but she didn’t care. She was in Jon’s arms, nothing mattered but him and his fierce lovemaking.
Jon hauled the sheet from her, leaving her naked, exposed to his flaming eyes.
“I’ve missed you like this…”
His hands traced her shoulders, stroking the soft skin of her arms, he brought her hands towards his lips. Jon flipped her palms upwards, kissing the sensitive skin there, licking teasingly.
“Hhhmmmmm.” Ciara murmured appreciatively.
His lips abandoned her palms and she grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep her from swaying into him. His shoulders bunched beneath her touch. Lowering her fingers, they searched for the last few buttons, fumbling clumsily; she managed to pull the material aside, slipping it from his proud, strong shoulders.
His hands were stroking her waist, hovering on her hips, he pulled her closer, his thumbs rubbing the soft swell of her tummy.
“Skin like silk….” He rumbled appreciatively.
Ciara moaned impatiently, grabbing hold of one hand, she ushered it towards an aching breast. His hand closed onto the mount, kneading it slowly, he held her weight in his hand, his thumb flicking across the pink nub. Feeling an irrepressible need to taste it he nipped, drawing it into his mouth, he suckled. The suckling was so intense Ciara cried out. Easing his intensity, he turned towards the twin, unleashing his growing desire there too.
Jon wrapped one arm around her, stroking her throat with his splayed palm, he pressed harder into her as he slid lower, pushing her backwards, coaxing her to arch her back, granting him full access to her breasts and jutting hips.
The moistness of his mouth and his eager licking tongue cooled her skin as it trailed all over her. Capturing her hand he pulled it above her head, her other arm followed and she stretched over his arm, her breasts jutting, her throat exposed.
A calloused hand brushed over her face, his thumb rubbed over her lips and just as he circled it once again, she bit down, drawing it into her mouth, suckling hungrily.
His thumb escaped from her mouth, dropping it to her dark nest of curls, he touched the wetness to her swollen nub.
“Ooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmm.” Her hips flicked towards his hand. Not satisfied with what he felt he dropped his hand even lower, pushing slowly, he slid two fingers into her moistness.
Ciara cried out, her thighs quivered as she fought to remain upright. Extracting his fingers from her he swooped her up, lifting her, he settled her onto the bed.
Her hands closed around the buckle of his belt. Pulling impatiently, she felt it slip. Her fingers fumbled with the button, turning towards the zipper she peeled the pants back.
His erection sprung free and she reached out, cupping his heaviness beneath his proud shaft.
He suddenly reared from the bed, pulling at the jeans, he yanked it lower, stepping out of it.
Leaning over the bed, Jon’s hands closed around her ankles pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.
She waited in anticipation as his eyes burned into her, his hands molding her thighs, widening it.
He grew still above her, taking his time, he drank in her flustered appearance, from her heaving breasts down to her glistening womanhood.
“Jon…please…”
She pushed upwards, reaching for him.
Jon moved in between her thighs, sliding his palms upwards, he gripped her hips, holding her restless body still beneath his. His eyes burned with ferocity, something shifted as his gaze roamed over her squirming body.
“Did you beg for his touch just like you are begging for mine?” Jon wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer but he waited for it, staring down at her aroused body, her shocked face.
Ciara gasped at his gritting words. Her body was on fire, her insides were pulsing with anticipation, couldn’t he feel it?
“Never.” She bit her lip, fighting the tears threatening to spill. Why was he doing this?
Jon felt her dishonesty and it hurt like hell.
“Look at me Ciara. I want you to look at me…see me as I am when I make love to you.”
She nodded eagerly, her hips raised from the bed and Jon cupped her buttocks. Possessiveness poured from him in spicy waves fusing with her dark, sweet scent.
Chapter 155
Ciara felt her knees buckle as his blood spurted past his mouth. Easing his fangs from his skin, he felt the dark liquid stream though the puncture wounds.
Ciara felt shame as her heart galloped by the mere thought of her using him for her own needs. He turned towards her, waiting…
“Drink up…” her mouth suddenly meshed with his, tasting the warm, fresh blood on his lips she moaned. He didn’t allow the kiss for too long and moved slightly from her, directing her towards his offering.
She latched on like a starving baby, suckling greedily she grab hold of his wrist, keeping him there.
She didn’t realise her eyes had drifted close until they shot open when his growl reached her ears.
His blonde head was tilted backwards, his face bathed by the moon streaming through the window. He swallowed, his adam’s apple jumping in his throat.
The urge to feel it moving underneath her tongue was greater than her hunger and she changed her focus. Spanning his chest with her hands, she stroked upwards, touching the bulge in his neck tentatively. Closing the last remaining space between them she sighed as her lips found its target. He swallowed again and she nibbled, nipping at the skin drawn to tightly over the bulge in his neck.
“Ciara!”
His hands tangled in her hair, keepin her right there, he gave her full reign. Her swollen lips mapped along his throat, tasting, teasing.
Scenes suddenly flashed in his mind and Jon stilled, his veins chilled by the things he had seen in her darkest, troubled memories.
Ciara felt him stiffen.
An akward silence fell over them as Jon refused to meet her questioning gaze.
“You need to rest.” His tongue flicked over the puncture wounds, hie eyes seemed dark, stormy…
Shame washed over her heated limbs and she stumbled over her words.
“I…I am tired. I think I need to shower first.” Her hands touched the stickiness of his blood smeared in her hair. She would do anything right now just to get away from his aloofness. Was it judgement she saw in his eyes or disdain?
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He rubbed his eyes and turned away. Her thoughts cut though him, was he that obvious? Would he ever be able to erase the scenes from his mind?
Ciara stepped out of the shower her mind in a rush but her craving soothed, satisfied with the blood her mate had given her.
Slipping the towel from her overheated skin, she searched the room for Jon but she was alone, feeling deserted…unwanted.
Sliding onto the cool, fresh sheets she fought to keep her eyelids open, she wanted to wait for him but her body had decided otherwise.
Staring at the soft rustle of the curtains dancing in the breeze, she sighed as sleep claimed her, his name on her lips.
Jon stepped from the shadows, his eyes burning onto the slim, naked woman in his bed. Her face was relaxed in deep sleep, her arms, clutched his pillow like a child would cradle a teddy bear. From where he stood he could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the sickly scent of another vampire stamped into her skin. His eyes drifted towards the dark puncture wounds taunting him just above the dark womanly curls covering her womanhood.
The smell of his own blood alerted him that his nails were digging into his palms and he flicked the open cuts towards his mouth, closing it.
He felt the irresistible urge to rip Xander’s stamp from her skin, replacing it with his own, but as he lowered his mouth towards the tiny holes, he licked tentatively, willing them to heal, watching as they sealed shut.
A soft sigh whispered from her lips, easing onto her back, he swallowed at the saliva pooling into his mouth. Even in sleep, she begged for his touch…his or Xander’s?
Hatred cut like barbed wire through his guts and he felt the deft slice as his fangs ripped through his gums. Peeling his lips back he swore he could taste her on his tongue already, her thick, sweet nectar spilling into his mouth, streaming down his throat.
He was about to swoop down and take what he craved when her body stiffened, her hands coming up in defense.
“Please Jon, not like this…I…just can’t…”
Shame threatened to choke him. The fear in her eyes and the shiver in her voice froze him and all he could do was stare at her quivering body, cursing himself for being so unrestrained.
Jon knifed from the bed.
“Jon! Please don’t …don’t leave me alone. I’m scared of my own nightmares…will you stay with me and when it gets too bad, will you wake me up?”
She was almost sure he was going to walk away. It was in his stiff shoulders and the way his fists bulged but he turned around nonetheless, the human Jon stared down at her, his handsome face tight, his jaw ticking.
She waited for his response, her beautiful, flushed face stared expectantly at his. The planes of her curves, were worshipped by the playfulness of the moonlight, dipping into the dark crevices and hightlighting the soft swelling stretching from her delicate neck to her feminine feet.
He stretched out beside her, pulling the sheet up and over her form, he waited …for God knows what.
Just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she turned towards him, her tiny voice driting towards his oversensitive ears.
“Will you hold me?”
His body was coiled like a snake ready to strike but he paced himself, turning slowly towards her, he opened his arms, feeling her shuffle closer, her hair brushed his arm, the scent of roses tickled his nostrils.
Ciara buried her flaming cheeks against his cool chest, sighing softly, she felt him shiver as her hot breath fanned his skin.
“Are you comfortable with your clothes on?” Her nose was rubbing across his naked chest, one hand clamped his shirt, the other brushing his cool skin.
“Yeah…I’m ok.”
She stilled for a moment, her breath hitched.
Rejection was a painful thing, especially if it came from Jon.
“G’night.” Her lips moved against his skin as the words got lost there.
“G’night Ciara.”
He didn’t say a word after that even when he felt her scalding tears soaked in his skin. There were no words only understanding for her pain and confusion.
His hand tangled into the dark, silky curls, stroking softly, he soothed her fear and guilt, lulling her until a deep slumber claimed her overwrought body.
Ciara felt shame as her heart galloped by the mere thought of her using him for her own needs. He turned towards her, waiting…
“Drink up…” her mouth suddenly meshed with his, tasting the warm, fresh blood on his lips she moaned. He didn’t allow the kiss for too long and moved slightly from her, directing her towards his offering.
She latched on like a starving baby, suckling greedily she grab hold of his wrist, keeping him there.
She didn’t realise her eyes had drifted close until they shot open when his growl reached her ears.
His blonde head was tilted backwards, his face bathed by the moon streaming through the window. He swallowed, his adam’s apple jumping in his throat.
The urge to feel it moving underneath her tongue was greater than her hunger and she changed her focus. Spanning his chest with her hands, she stroked upwards, touching the bulge in his neck tentatively. Closing the last remaining space between them she sighed as her lips found its target. He swallowed again and she nibbled, nipping at the skin drawn to tightly over the bulge in his neck.
“Ciara!”
His hands tangled in her hair, keepin her right there, he gave her full reign. Her swollen lips mapped along his throat, tasting, teasing.
Scenes suddenly flashed in his mind and Jon stilled, his veins chilled by the things he had seen in her darkest, troubled memories.
Ciara felt him stiffen.
An akward silence fell over them as Jon refused to meet her questioning gaze.
“You need to rest.” His tongue flicked over the puncture wounds, hie eyes seemed dark, stormy…
Shame washed over her heated limbs and she stumbled over her words.
“I…I am tired. I think I need to shower first.” Her hands touched the stickiness of his blood smeared in her hair. She would do anything right now just to get away from his aloofness. Was it judgement she saw in his eyes or disdain?
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He rubbed his eyes and turned away. Her thoughts cut though him, was he that obvious? Would he ever be able to erase the scenes from his mind?
Ciara stepped out of the shower her mind in a rush but her craving soothed, satisfied with the blood her mate had given her.
Slipping the towel from her overheated skin, she searched the room for Jon but she was alone, feeling deserted…unwanted.
Sliding onto the cool, fresh sheets she fought to keep her eyelids open, she wanted to wait for him but her body had decided otherwise.
Staring at the soft rustle of the curtains dancing in the breeze, she sighed as sleep claimed her, his name on her lips.
Jon stepped from the shadows, his eyes burning onto the slim, naked woman in his bed. Her face was relaxed in deep sleep, her arms, clutched his pillow like a child would cradle a teddy bear. From where he stood he could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the sickly scent of another vampire stamped into her skin. His eyes drifted towards the dark puncture wounds taunting him just above the dark womanly curls covering her womanhood.
The smell of his own blood alerted him that his nails were digging into his palms and he flicked the open cuts towards his mouth, closing it.
He felt the irresistible urge to rip Xander’s stamp from her skin, replacing it with his own, but as he lowered his mouth towards the tiny holes, he licked tentatively, willing them to heal, watching as they sealed shut.
A soft sigh whispered from her lips, easing onto her back, he swallowed at the saliva pooling into his mouth. Even in sleep, she begged for his touch…his or Xander’s?
Hatred cut like barbed wire through his guts and he felt the deft slice as his fangs ripped through his gums. Peeling his lips back he swore he could taste her on his tongue already, her thick, sweet nectar spilling into his mouth, streaming down his throat.
He was about to swoop down and take what he craved when her body stiffened, her hands coming up in defense.
“Please Jon, not like this…I…just can’t…”
Shame threatened to choke him. The fear in her eyes and the shiver in her voice froze him and all he could do was stare at her quivering body, cursing himself for being so unrestrained.
Jon knifed from the bed.
“Jon! Please don’t …don’t leave me alone. I’m scared of my own nightmares…will you stay with me and when it gets too bad, will you wake me up?”
She was almost sure he was going to walk away. It was in his stiff shoulders and the way his fists bulged but he turned around nonetheless, the human Jon stared down at her, his handsome face tight, his jaw ticking.
She waited for his response, her beautiful, flushed face stared expectantly at his. The planes of her curves, were worshipped by the playfulness of the moonlight, dipping into the dark crevices and hightlighting the soft swelling stretching from her delicate neck to her feminine feet.
He stretched out beside her, pulling the sheet up and over her form, he waited …for God knows what.
Just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she turned towards him, her tiny voice driting towards his oversensitive ears.
“Will you hold me?”
His body was coiled like a snake ready to strike but he paced himself, turning slowly towards her, he opened his arms, feeling her shuffle closer, her hair brushed his arm, the scent of roses tickled his nostrils.
Ciara buried her flaming cheeks against his cool chest, sighing softly, she felt him shiver as her hot breath fanned his skin.
“Are you comfortable with your clothes on?” Her nose was rubbing across his naked chest, one hand clamped his shirt, the other brushing his cool skin.
“Yeah…I’m ok.”
She stilled for a moment, her breath hitched.
Rejection was a painful thing, especially if it came from Jon.
“G’night.” Her lips moved against his skin as the words got lost there.
“G’night Ciara.”
He didn’t say a word after that even when he felt her scalding tears soaked in his skin. There were no words only understanding for her pain and confusion.
His hand tangled into the dark, silky curls, stroking softly, he soothed her fear and guilt, lulling her until a deep slumber claimed her overwrought body.
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