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.