Chapter 168

“Wake up sleepyhead.”

She grumbled unappreciatively, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

“So now I get an attitude huh?” She could hear the smile in his whisper.

A spray of cool drops scattered all over her face and naked arms.

“Noooo! Jon!”

Shielding her face with her hands she giggled only to come face to face with a semi naked, wet man on her bed.

“You were saying?” His lips were a breath away from hers.

She snapped closer, catching his lower lip between her teeth.

“Absolutely nothing….”

She sucked it into her mouth, enjoying his groan as it brushed over her.

Rolling onto her back she tangled her hands in his wet bangs, pulling his face closer.

It took a while before they both came up for air.

“I hate to do this baby but we are going to be late for dinner if you don’t get that cute ass of your in the shower.”

His words brushed over her throat as he licked between the words.

“Then you better stop doing this….” She quivered underneath his body, her restless hands raking over his wet back.

“Oookkkk up you go!” He was on his feet in an instant, taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet.

He turned towards the cupboard. A huge sigh turned him back around and he couldn’t control the laughter bubbling from his lips as he stared into her sulky expression.

“And that face?” An eyebrow hitched heavenwards, his lips tucked into a knowing grin.

Ciara shrugged, turning from him she started undressing, throwing him a sultry glare over her shoulder.

“It’s just that…well you know…” Her bra caught him in the face…”I thought I might get some action but seeing as….”, her panties was flung towards him but he caught it in midair, bringing it to his noise he breathed in her sent. A growl filled the air and as their eyes lock she knew exactly what she was in for. She bounced towards the bathroom, her heart thumping in her chest as she realized the hunt was on.

Her, “JON!”, was knocked from her throat replaced by a squeal when his wet, naked frame slammed into her back, imprisoning her in the steely strength of his arms.

“So you want some action before supper baby? Why didn’t you just say so…you know me…I aim to please, sweetheart.”

Ciara’s head was pulled backwards and she shivered with excitement as his mouth closed over her own, his tongue demanding entrance into her own. She was thoroughly trapped against a very naked, very aroused vampire. One arm snaked over her tummy, pulling her tight against his raging erection, the other arm pressed into her breasts, his hand caressing the mount closest to his open palm.

Warmth flooded the triangle between her legs and by his appreciative grunt she knew his senses had picked up on her wanton reaction. Leaning back into him, she raised one arm, capturing his head, holding him right there against her searching mouth.

The hand stroking her tummy grew restless and as he stroked his way lower, Jon felt her pulse leap, throbbing to a new beat. His fingers brushed softly over the soft curls of her mound, sliding lower, he slipped in between the moist slit, searching for the little swollen nub he knew would be pulsing from need. As an expert finger stroked over the tiny heart, he felt her buck into his palm. Ciara moaned into his mouth, pulling back slightly she clamped her teeth onto his lower lip and bit down. The sting of her bite and the taste of his own blood raced towards his shaft and he groaned as if in pain. Her greedy mouth closed over the tiny wound and he gasped when her rhythmic suckling grew stronger as she took every drop of blood the cut had to offer.

Ciara felt Jon pulling her tighter into him lifting her. It only took a few steps and she slipped from his tight hold only to feel her knees pressing into the bed. She was given a slight shove, tipping forward, she balanced herself on her palms, pressing into the bed. Warm lips traced the small of her back, a warm, wet tongue licked at her rounded cheeks. A slight sting drew a gasp from her lips. Jon chuckled mischievously as he kissed the tiny burning spot. A hand stroked down her butt, reaching her thighs he pushed them open.

She felt him rise to his full height; his hands cupped her hips, bringing her flush with the pulsing heat between his thighs.

“Hang on sweet baby, this is going to be a wild ride.”

Ciara obeyed, grasping the sheets as best she could. Her head was spinning, her insides clenching just at the thought of his promise.

His tip probed at her entrance, Ciara held her breath, bracing herself for the mind blowing pleasure she was about to experience.

Jon focused on Ciara’s breathing, her sent, her eagerness for him to be inside her. Her thighs quivered with anticipation, her folds were dripping wet, her scent drove him to madness as he plunged into her tightness.

“Oh God Jon!” her shaky cry stilled him. “Please don’t stop!” She squirmed against him.

Gripping her hips tighter he pulled back slowly only to slam into her again.

Ciara wasn’t sure if the noise echoing in the room was her own, but she didn’t give a damn. Her body was on fire, her insides quaking from what he was doing to her.

Jon experienced his own little death as he toyed with Ciara. Gritting his teeth he forced himself to focus on her pleasure, his would come later.

Pulling back slowly again he paused for a moment, she expected him to slam into her again, he could tell by the way her muscles pulsed, the way she held her breath in anticipation. But he wouldn’t give her what she wanted…not yet anyway.

He thrust slowly into her for a couple of strokes. Ciara was getting impatient he could tell by her squirming. She tried to push back harder but he only gripped her tighter, controlling her movements.

“Don’t do this to me…please Jon!” A breathy whisper escaped from her.

His body coiled with celebration as the words spilled over his ears.

“Don’t you like what I’m doing to you?” Ciara didn’t see the flash of smugness in his glowing eyes. “Should I stop?”

“If you stop I’ll kill you!” another slow thrust stole her breath.” I want it harder…faster.”

“Ooohh I see…like this?” Jon felt lightheaded as he rammed into her.

A tiny cry slipped from her lips, her head bobbed answering his question.

He pulled back slowly, pausing. His body was throbbing with fire.

“I don’t hear you….”, Another hard slam.

“Oh….yes like that…don’t stop …please don’t stop.” Her muscles closed around his thickness and he bit back a groan.

His mind lost control and his body took over. His thrusts came in strong, hard poundings. Ciara’s whimpers morphed into breathy screams, only to set him alight even more.

The moment her climax spilled over her, her body went limp.

Strong arms hitched her upwards, holding her steady. His body surged strongly into her, demanding to take all he had to give. Ciara was a trembling mess in his arms, every deep stroke forced the air from her lungs only to give her that split second to recover before she was gasping yet again.

Jon felt the spiral of need spinning faster and faster. His body ached for release, his fangs pulsed in his gums, seeking their own oasis of pleasure. As if they had a mind of their own, he felt them lengthen.

As if Ciara read his mind, she threw her mass of curls over one shoulder, exposing a creamy expanse of skin that made his mouth water.

Lowering himself towards her he didn’t miss a stroke as his tongue darted out, preparing the soft skin for his sharp fangs. The need sliced though his veins, washing his body with waves of cold and heat all at once. Drawing his lips back, he sank his teeth into her skin.

When Ciara felt the deep draws of his mouth as he fed on her blood she was flooded with yet another climax. Jon felt her response to his feeding. Drunk with lust and blood he let his restraint slip, joining her by exploding inside her warmth.

This time when she collapsed he joined her. Letting her drop onto the mattress, he followed covering her sweaty body with his own.

They lay like that for quite a while, giving their bodies time to float back to reality.

Jon was the first to stir, steadying his weight on his arms, he licked at the bleeding punctures at her shoulder.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Na ah.” She was too shaken to open her eyes.

“Hey Sweetheart….we better get going.” He left a quick kiss on her shoulder before lifting her to her feet.

She stared up at him, her face flushed from their lovemaking but in her eyes the shadows had returned.

“Do we really have to?” She was as vulnerable as a little child.

“Yeah baby…yeah we do.”

When she turned towards the bathroom there was nothing enticing in the slump of her shoulders and the drag of her feet.