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.