Chapter 164

His climax  spilled into her, filling her, a curse stumbled from his lips and she quivered as he bit into the lobe of her ear.

Ciara reached backwards, grabbing hold of the back of his head, she turned her face, slamming her mouth against his, her tongue spearing into his warm mouth. The taste of her own blood was strong in his mouth and she groaned…suddenly wanting to taste his blood too.

His rhythm slowed down, his kiss became less insistent and was soon replaced with a slow, drugging kiss.

He slipped slowly from her and turned her around, settling her back onto his thighs he cradled her against him, pushing her head onto his shoulder.

They didn’t say a word, they didn’t need any words, their bodies had said it all.

Jon felt the drop of her heartbeat to a slower rhythm. Her muscles became lax as she slumped even more against him.

“Can I take it off now?”

“Not yet.” She turned her blindfolded eyes towards him and he kissed the black scarf covering her eyes. “Why?”

She could sense his smile.

“You haven’t begged yet.”

“Buuut…?!”

“You haven’t begged me to stop angel…but you will…tonight you will.”

He chuckled at the surprised pull of her mouth.

“No stopping until there is some begging…serious begging.”

He felt her heart kicked into gear.

“I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“We’ll find out soon enough wont we?”

Her cute blush pulled even harder at his lips.

“Drink.” The glass was against her lips again, reaching up she took the flute from his fingers and tipped it eagerly.

He watched as she downed the glass, holding it out, she demanded. “More…please.”

He took the glass from her, replacing it with his own.

“Don’t get drunk on me now…the night is still young.”

She slipped from his lap, turning towards the table she searched for the plate.

“Did we build on that appetite all of a sudden?”

Her cheeks warmed again. She heard the scrape of the plate and felt it bump against her fingers.

She popped another sweet strawberry in her mouth.

“Ooohhmmmm…where did you get sweet strawberries like this…its divine. You should taste one.”

“Feed me.”

Finding another strawberry she searched for him, touching a knee, she swiped it aside, crawling in between his thighs.

Her free hand reached out towards his face, her hand brushed his cheek and trailing lower, she stroked his upper lip.

She popped the strawberry in his mouth, pinching the tiny stem between her fingers she felt the strawberry gave way as he bit down.

“HHmmm it is sweet.”

“How does food taste to you? Is it better when you are a vampire? Can you survive on food alone?”

“Our senses are sharper yes but no blood is the main source, food is just for show or pleasure.”

Her hand searched for another bite and soon she was feeding herself quite easily. He watched as she cleaned off the plate, taking sips of champagne in between.

“Its good to see you eat baby. Your color is even coming back.”

“I don’t think its just the food.”

He reached out to touch a much cooler fore head.

“Your temperature is down too.”

“I feel better…much better.”

She sagged her head, she wasn’t able to see him but she could feel his eyes on her.

A forefinger tipped her chin upwards.

“No need to feel ashamed Ciara. This is what you needed and I wanted to be the one to give I to you.”

She nodded, licking her lips she felt a brush of cool air as he moved closer, catching her tongue between his teeth. She was surprised to feel his fangs pushing into her lips. Releasing her tongue, she turned slightly to the side, twirling her tongue around each jabbing fang in turn.

Sweeping her into his arms, she sagged her head against his chest, expecting him to take her to the bedroom but she was so wrong.

The hard, cold surface of the dining room table told her other wise and when she reached for the blindfold she felt his hand there stilling her.

“Ahahah…not so fast Sweetness…I’m not done yet.”

Her hands fell from her face, reaching forward she rested her splayed palms on the hard pecs so close by.

Jon cupped her face, bringing her lips closer to his own. Their mouth meshed in a heated clash of passion and longing.

Ciara shuddered as heat pooled between her thighs yet again.

Could it be possible?

“Ooh yes it can.” He licked the words across her chin.

Ciara wasn’t sure how he did it, but he woke the storm once again, turning her into he begging, mewling wanton in his arms.

Her body belonged to someone else, the sounds rushing from her lips not her own…but the huger she felt for his blood she couldn’t deny...it was her… all her!

Ciara wasn’t sure how long Jon was making love to her this time but by the time she shuddered in his arms, she was begging for his mercy…begging him to fulfill her need…begging him for his blood.

Ciara nuzzled at his jaw…licking her way down his exposed neck, she bit impatiently.

“Aaahhh….let me baby…” He swiped, opening up the vein in an instant.

She latched hungrily to the pulsing wound, swallowing quickly as the strong pump of his blood rushed into her mouth.

The wine, blood and endless lovemaking joined forces and she swooned as his body surged against her.

As they exploded in each other’s arms once again, Ciara whimpered, begging pitifully.

“No moorrree….please Jon….I…I… can’t…” her eyelids flickered for a moment, shielding her beautiful dark eyes.

Jon lowered her slowly, a smile lit his face as he looked down at the unconscious woman. Brushing the back of his hand slowly down the length of her body he felt triumph stretching his chest, lifting the weight from his shoulders.

She was cool beneath his touch, her breathing normal for the first time since her ripening started. He had eased his mate’s discomfort…

Slipping the scarf from her eyes, he swept her gently in his arms as he took her to the bedroom.

Ciara woke from a dreamless sleep, stretching slowly she expected to feel sensitive muscles but there were none. She felt absolutely….wonderful!

The growl of her tummy plucked a tiny smile from her lips and she pushed the sheets from her, ready to hit the showers.

“My…my ...the angel had awakened.”

He was standing at the patio door, the breeze fingered his blonde bangs, chasing with it a fresh breeze of salty air. Dressed only in a hip hugging pair of jeans, she couldn’t help but linger at is perfection.

“What time is it?”

“Eleven…”

Pulling a face at him she huffed.

“That’s not sooo bad…considering what we’ve been doing all night long…”

He flashed his pearlies and advanced towards the bed.

“Two nights ago..yeah.”

“What!? Oh no you’re lying!”

He brushed the soft lids of her eyes as he reached her.

“You needed the rest Ciara…don’t you feel better…not so feverish?”

Her eyelids popped open, coming face two face with a pair of aqua pools.

“Yeah…yeah actually I do.”

“We better keep it that way then…a good, healthy diet and long, slow lovemaking…plenty of it.”

Ciara felt her face caught fire as their previous sessions hit home. She shook her head fiercely.

“I don’t think…what happened..did I faint?”

His lips turned slowly upwards, accompanied by sparkling white fangs.

“Something like that…I need to keep you satisfied baby…and satisfied is what you’re gonna get until its all over..I’ll take care of you… again and again…and again…”

The last part of the sentence brushed against the shell of her ear.

Chapter 163

“Do you trust me Ciara?” His breath brushed over her lips.

She nodded.

“Are you sure?” she shuddered as his tongue dragged over her bottom lip.

“Yes.” Her voice wavered.

“Good girl.” He sucked at her bottom lip and she shivered with anticipation. “Now relax for me...’k?”

She waited in silence as he busied himself with the champagne, the sweet, fruity scent filled her nostrils and it was only when the glass touched her lips that she realized he was probably swirling it under her nostrils.

The bubbles tickled her nose as he tipped the glass slightly towards her. The cold fizzled on her tongue and she swallowed greedily at the heady taste.

The glass left her lips and she sat back, waiting.

A plump, sweet object was pressed against her lips. Her tongue snaked out to taste and it began to move, tracing the length of her mouth. It paused for a slight moment and she bit down, the taste of fresh strawberry flooding her mouth.

“Strawberries bring out the taste of the champagne…or so they say.” His low voice vibrated down her spine. Reaching out towards him, she settled her hands on her thighs, closing her palms on his hips.

“Personally I don’t think it could taste better than when….” He was licking her again, “I taste it this way.”

He moved from her, only to come back a few breaths later, his mouth on hers again. She felt him open his mouth and champagne spilled from him, dribbling it slowly into hers. A few drops escaped but he caught them with his warm tongue, drawing a long, shuddering sigh from Ciara.

A session of slow, sensuous feeding followed a burst of various tastes kept Ciara guessing. From goat’s cheese, to salty crackers to juicy, messy fruit was placed on her lips one after the other.

“I’m thirsty…” Ciara whispered.

She heard a clang to her left and turned her face…was it ice cubes in a bucket?

“Right you are baby…”

Wet, icy fingers brushed her lips, pinching the frozen morsel. Pouting her lips, she drew it into her mouth, sucking on the offering.

She heard his intake of breath, felt his chest expand as it brushed over her nipples.

The cube was taken from her lips, brushing it down her chin, it found its way slowly down her throat. Her neck arched as it slipped lower, melting on her scorching skin.

A splayed hand followed the wet trail, hooking on a button he popped them one by one pealing the material aside, leaving her bare before his hungry, glinting eyes.

The coldness swirled over her left breast, as it touched her puckered nipple she hissed. Her head suddenly felt too heavy for her neck and she slumped it backwards, unconsciously exposing the wild ticking vein in her neck.

A hand cupped her chin, keeping her head just there…”You’re a seductive little witch aren’t you?” the voice was a low, growl in her ears. Jon’s forefinger rubbed at her lower lip and for his trouble he received a sharp bite from Ciara.

“Ssshhhhhhhhhhh…you like to bite…hhmmmmmm.”

The ice cube was now swirling around the second nipple, the extreme coldness brought a stingy, numbness with it and she moaned as pleasure and pain fused together.

“Hmmmmmm…your moans set my veins on fire…lets see if I can make you moan summore…”

His dark admission stroked her core and she felt the unmistakable rush of heat between her thighs.

The cube was trailing towards her stomach, slow twirls mapped all over her skin, it kept on circling lower…

Jon’s lips puckered against her neck, the wild throbbing picked up a notch, pushing against his sensitive lips. He snarled as his fangs punched down, scraping past his lips.

Ciara was in a battle of her own, trying to focus on his lips in her neck and the ever lower moving ice cube proved difficult but as his hand brushed her inner thighs and the first brush as he nudge at her nub she lost all strength in her body and she became bone less.

She arched backwards onto the carpet, her hands stroking his hairy thighs.

Jon watched as her hips undulated with each stroke of the ice cube against her womanhood. Her breasts swelled as hormones flooded the mounts, the tight tips reached for the sky. Jon felt his mouth water in anticipation as the slosh of her blood drummed in his ears.

The rush of pleasure hurtled through her body like an electric charge rendering her panting.

Her temporary blindness heightened her senses to a sharp awareness and she focused on every sound from him, every unexpected touch, every growl…snarl…

Jon lifted her off his thighs, gripping her waist, he twisted her around setting her on all fours.

His hands brushed the gentle slope of her spine, tracing the swell of her buttocks he leaned closer, stamping kisses over the soft skin of her buttocks. His hand dipped between her thighs, finding the soaking wetness there he eased two fingers into the tight walls.

“Ooohhhh God Jon!” She pressed into his hand, her hips bucked as he punched into her, his strength pushing her forward.

She felt him behind her, towering above her, his thighs brushed against the back of hers. Jon’s free hand roamed across her burning skin. His gums ached from his ever lengthening fangs, a fist was punching in his chest and he groaned as if in pain. His shaft felt heavy, throbbing painfully as Ciara’s moans became louder, her breaths leaving her lungs in tight, little gasps.

“Please d..on’t stop….Jon!”

“Begging already baby?”

His throaty laugh washed over her pulsing body.

Not able to fight the excruciating ache in his body anymore, he replaced his fingers with one hard stroke as he seated himself deep inside her.

Ciara cried out when his length filled her, the hunger clawed inside her and she pushed back, her nails digging into the carpet to keep her from collapsing when he answered her thrust with a violent thrust of his own.

Together they moved as one, their breaths matched each other, his strength overpowered her, but it was meant to be, her femininity against his feral possession.

Jon was sure he was about to explode, the pleasure was immeasurable; he could drown in her tight heat. Another unquenchable craving hit him in the gut. Swallowing at the sandpaper scraping his throat, he ached to feel the warmth of her blood spilling down his throat.

She was splayed before him, her bare back was his for the taking, anywhere he wished.

Lowering himself against her back without missing a thrust he kissed the spot he had decided on.

“Forgive me baby…” his whisper didn’t hit home until she felt the burn sliced into her skin. His mouth latched onto her, suckling greedily.

An explosion went off in his head, nothing could ever taste like this…nothing! Her dark, thick nectar zinged in his veins warming him where the other feeding of earlier tonight left him cold…wanting more.

The grip of her body as she was thrown into a climax had him extracting his fangs from her skin. Her energy shot from her and she was about to collapse but he slid an arm around her waist bringing her up against his chest.

Jon thrusts was getting even stronger, his arm kept her upright as it slipped beneath her breasts, pushing her tightly into him.

She yearned to see his face as he made love to her but as she reached for the blindfold, his hand closed over hers.

“Just feel me...listen to my breathing…are bodies are one…” his words brushed the whorl of her ear.