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.