“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.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Chapter 167
It felt like an eternity but eventually the airplane touched down at Pharos airport. Ciara was a bundle of nerves and as Jon reached out to touch the small of her back as they reached the flight of stairs, she jumped.
His stormy eyes fixed on her.
“Baby you need to calm down. I know this is hard but you aint doing yourself any good working yourself up like this.”
Her feline eyes met his.
“I’m so scared Jon. I don’t know how I’m going to go through with this.” She licked her lips.
Cupping the back of her shiny curls he pulled her into a tight embrace.
“This will be over soon, I wont let anything happen to you.”
She nodded but kept her face buried in the warmth of his chest, inhaling his familiar scent.
From their left someone cleared their throat and as she lifted her face she stared into the soulless crimson eyes of a vampire. Jon felt her hand fisted in his shirt as her body coiled tightly.
“Kaló̱s í̱lthate sti̱n Elláda. Please forgive me….welcome to Paros. I’ll be taken you to the master’s residence. This way please…” he gestured for the luggage to be taken to a small airplane opposite the airport.
With each step closer to the plane, Ciara felt her throat closed more and more.
“Breathe baby…deep and slow….there ya go.” His ever present hand stroked gently on her back.
The airplane touched down what seemed like mere minutes and by then Ciara was hyperventilating. Her eyes almost swallowed her waxen complexion , while her bottom lip was caught firmly between her teeth.
“This way.” The vampire gestured towards a black, sleek car.
“We call our little Island Antiparos. We are a close community, very close knit.” The crimson eyes flashed in the rear view mirror, and Ciara turned her head as if to study her surroundings. The flashing smile of the vampire told her he wasn’t fooled. Her fear and distress was tangible with every breath she took, wafting off her skin like waves.
A humungous mansion loomed before her and for a moment her fear slipped from her mind.
“Its beautiful!”
A multistory with perfect, whitewash walls was edged against the clear blue Greek sky. Palms swayed in the afternoon breeze and as they drove into the grounds the pure luxury of the place hit home. Green lawns rolled endlessly and seemed to disappear into the deep blue of the ocean surrounding the island. The sweet aroma of flowers mingled with the saltiness of the sea, and as Ciara took a deep breath she felt some of her anxiety drift away.
She opened her eyes only to find shimmering blue pools staring at her, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
“That’s my girl.” A calloused thumb brushed across her lower lip.
The car slowed and came to a standstill. The magic moment was broken and Ciara’s cat eyes shifted towards the building as if Satan himself was awaiting their arrival.
A tiny tuck on her chin turned her gaze.
“Hey….its gonna be a’right.”, His voice whispered.
Her wobbly smile didn’t seem to sure.
The next moment the door opened.
“After you baby.” He nodded towards the sunlight.
Climbing the small flight of stairs, she watched nervously as the heavy door swung silently on its hinges.
A bright eyed, smiling servant stood in the doorway, not the dark, ominous lord she expected.
“Welcome to Greece.”
She ushered them in, babbling non-stop in a heavily Greek accent.
“The lord and lady of the house apologized for not being here to meet you but they had another meeting. They insisted that you make yourselves at home and get some rest. They will meet you at dinner tonight.”
Ciara’s relieved sigh was deafening in the foyer.They were swiftly led up a swirling flight of stairs to their room.
“I’ll leave you to get some much needed rest. I will send a servant up with some refreshments.”
Ciara turned towards Jon.
“Is she…?”
“yeah…human.” He laughed.
“Wow she can talk!” Ciara giggled shaking her head to rid it of the tingle of the woman’s voice.
“The Greek’s are well known for their hospitality, we better get used to it huh?”
“I guess.” She jumped as a light rap echoed through the room. “What now? You answer it!” She bounced from the door towards the patio, Jon’s laughter following her.
Ciara was met with the most breathtaking view. The endless blue of the ocean stretched before her, the sound of crushing waves welcomed her and she too her second deep breath of salty air.
The clink of ice cubes turned her head and she smiled faintly as she accepted the tall glass of whatever.
“Hmmmmmm sweet…what is it?”
Shrugging his shoulders his blue eyes flashed playfully.
“Dunno but who cares. Its nice and it has an alcoholic percentage…good enough for me.”
With each sip, Ciara’s eyelids drew heavier. By the time she put the glass down on the table she was fighting to keep her eyes open.
“Lie down for a while baby. It was a long trip, I’ll wake you when its time to get ready.”
Stifling a yawn, she slipped her shoes off, reaching the edge of the bed she tipped forward, letting herself fall into the welcome softness.
“Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
His stormy eyes fixed on her.
“Baby you need to calm down. I know this is hard but you aint doing yourself any good working yourself up like this.”
Her feline eyes met his.
“I’m so scared Jon. I don’t know how I’m going to go through with this.” She licked her lips.
Cupping the back of her shiny curls he pulled her into a tight embrace.
“This will be over soon, I wont let anything happen to you.”
She nodded but kept her face buried in the warmth of his chest, inhaling his familiar scent.
From their left someone cleared their throat and as she lifted her face she stared into the soulless crimson eyes of a vampire. Jon felt her hand fisted in his shirt as her body coiled tightly.
“Kaló̱s í̱lthate sti̱n Elláda. Please forgive me….welcome to Paros. I’ll be taken you to the master’s residence. This way please…” he gestured for the luggage to be taken to a small airplane opposite the airport.
With each step closer to the plane, Ciara felt her throat closed more and more.
“Breathe baby…deep and slow….there ya go.” His ever present hand stroked gently on her back.
The airplane touched down what seemed like mere minutes and by then Ciara was hyperventilating. Her eyes almost swallowed her waxen complexion , while her bottom lip was caught firmly between her teeth.
“This way.” The vampire gestured towards a black, sleek car.
“We call our little Island Antiparos. We are a close community, very close knit.” The crimson eyes flashed in the rear view mirror, and Ciara turned her head as if to study her surroundings. The flashing smile of the vampire told her he wasn’t fooled. Her fear and distress was tangible with every breath she took, wafting off her skin like waves.
A humungous mansion loomed before her and for a moment her fear slipped from her mind.
“Its beautiful!”
A multistory with perfect, whitewash walls was edged against the clear blue Greek sky. Palms swayed in the afternoon breeze and as they drove into the grounds the pure luxury of the place hit home. Green lawns rolled endlessly and seemed to disappear into the deep blue of the ocean surrounding the island. The sweet aroma of flowers mingled with the saltiness of the sea, and as Ciara took a deep breath she felt some of her anxiety drift away.
She opened her eyes only to find shimmering blue pools staring at her, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
“That’s my girl.” A calloused thumb brushed across her lower lip.
The car slowed and came to a standstill. The magic moment was broken and Ciara’s cat eyes shifted towards the building as if Satan himself was awaiting their arrival.
A tiny tuck on her chin turned her gaze.
“Hey….its gonna be a’right.”, His voice whispered.
Her wobbly smile didn’t seem to sure.
The next moment the door opened.
“After you baby.” He nodded towards the sunlight.
Climbing the small flight of stairs, she watched nervously as the heavy door swung silently on its hinges.
A bright eyed, smiling servant stood in the doorway, not the dark, ominous lord she expected.
“Welcome to Greece.”
She ushered them in, babbling non-stop in a heavily Greek accent.
“The lord and lady of the house apologized for not being here to meet you but they had another meeting. They insisted that you make yourselves at home and get some rest. They will meet you at dinner tonight.”
Ciara’s relieved sigh was deafening in the foyer.They were swiftly led up a swirling flight of stairs to their room.
“I’ll leave you to get some much needed rest. I will send a servant up with some refreshments.”
Ciara turned towards Jon.
“Is she…?”
“yeah…human.” He laughed.
“Wow she can talk!” Ciara giggled shaking her head to rid it of the tingle of the woman’s voice.
“The Greek’s are well known for their hospitality, we better get used to it huh?”
“I guess.” She jumped as a light rap echoed through the room. “What now? You answer it!” She bounced from the door towards the patio, Jon’s laughter following her.
Ciara was met with the most breathtaking view. The endless blue of the ocean stretched before her, the sound of crushing waves welcomed her and she too her second deep breath of salty air.
The clink of ice cubes turned her head and she smiled faintly as she accepted the tall glass of whatever.
“Hmmmmmm sweet…what is it?”
Shrugging his shoulders his blue eyes flashed playfully.
“Dunno but who cares. Its nice and it has an alcoholic percentage…good enough for me.”
With each sip, Ciara’s eyelids drew heavier. By the time she put the glass down on the table she was fighting to keep her eyes open.
“Lie down for a while baby. It was a long trip, I’ll wake you when its time to get ready.”
Stifling a yawn, she slipped her shoes off, reaching the edge of the bed she tipped forward, letting herself fall into the welcome softness.
“Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Chapter 166
Ciara swept her wet hair over one shoulder, drying herself vigorously she shivered as goosebumps broke out all over her skin. The sun was sinking fast now and brought with it a frisky evening breeze. Trudging her way towards the house she thought about her plans for the evening.
Slipping inside she headed towards the shower, turning on the taps, she stepped in.
An half an hour later she was heading towards the kitchen, the dinner for the evening firmly in her mind, when she felt a sudden prick in the back of her neck.
Brushing it off, she turned towards the freezer to retrieve the steaks. Glimpsing at the clock against the wall, she knew Jon would be back anytime now and she busied herself with the preparation of the salad.
Deciding to wait for Jon before grilling the steaks, she filled a glass of wine, opened the front door and walked out on the porch. It was a cloudless night, the stars winked in the inky sky, assuring Ciara she wasn’t alone.
A movement caught her eye and Ciara stopped breathing, the glass fell from her nerveless fingers only to be caught by an amber eyed vampire.
Her scream was lodged in her throat as she stumbled from the familiar face.
His eyes were burning into her, seemingly assessing her well being. As he leaned closer to sniff appreciatively her scream dislodged.
A sudden flash blurred before her and she was thrown backwards, her body hitting the wall hard.
The snarling and shuffling turned her head and she froze as the two vampires went full force at each other’s throats.
“No!”
They both turned towards her in an instant, violence edged their faces into cruel masks and she grabbed at her throat, trying to force the lump down threatening to choke her.
As her legs gave way she was caught in Jon’s sweeping arms.
Just as quickly as the violence started it was over.
“I apologize if I’ve alarmed you in any way.” The vampire bowed his head apologetically. “ And to you, sir, for my inappropriate behavior towards your mate.” The vampire swallowed hard, his eyes brushing over her once more.
Ciara nodded, staring big eyed as the vampire walking closer. Jon grunted in acceptance of his apology but it didn’t ease the murderous glare in his eyes.
“My master has requested that I deliver this note to you. The time has come…”
Slipping from Jon’s crushing grip, she watched as Jon accepted the envelope.
The vampire nodded, stepping away, he shot soundlessly into the night air.
“Lets go inside baby.”
Closing the door behind him he stared at the envelope in his hand.
“Was it this all about?”
His eyes locked onto her and she felt the cold clench on her heart.
“I wished I could have spared you this Ciara…as God is my witness I wish I could.”
Ciara’s knees felt like rubber again.
“Jon! You are scaring me, what is it?”
Tearing at the envelope he stared at the piece of paper which seemed like and eternity.
“The trial…the trial is in a week’s time.”
“The trial….oh no! Please don’t tell me we have to be there, JON?!”
He stepped closer towards the hysterical woman.
“I can’t do this! I can’t see him!....Oh my God!”
“We have to put this behind us Angel.”
“I’m not strong enough for this Jon…I’m not…please don’t make me do this?” Tears were rushing down her cheeks.
As Jon cradled her in his arms, he knew exactly where her fears came from, she wasn’t strong enough…not strong enough to deny her feelings for the other vampire.
He clutched at the head buried in his chest and only eased up when he heard her pitiful struggle for air.
~~
He was staring at a scared, unsure little girl a few days later, her suitcase clutched in her hand as if her life depended on it.
When the car drove up to take them to the airport, she had cringed from his touch, her eyes pleading for his understanding.
“Everything is going to be ok.” A strong hand settled onto the small of her back.
The trip to Greece was and emotional rollercoaster ride. Ciara stared out of the window in silence for hours on end. She only spoke when she was spoken to.
As Jon’s hand squeezed her burning hand, she suddenly jumped.
“It’s gonna be alright baby.”
When she didn’t answer, he tipped her chin.
“Do you trust me?”
She stared in silence at the gorgeous blue eyes shimmering with love.
“I trust you…its me I don’t trust.”
She didn’t miss the flash of shock darkening his eyes. She pushed passed his legs and rushed out as if all the hounds of hell were on her heels.
Slipping inside she headed towards the shower, turning on the taps, she stepped in.
An half an hour later she was heading towards the kitchen, the dinner for the evening firmly in her mind, when she felt a sudden prick in the back of her neck.
Brushing it off, she turned towards the freezer to retrieve the steaks. Glimpsing at the clock against the wall, she knew Jon would be back anytime now and she busied herself with the preparation of the salad.
Deciding to wait for Jon before grilling the steaks, she filled a glass of wine, opened the front door and walked out on the porch. It was a cloudless night, the stars winked in the inky sky, assuring Ciara she wasn’t alone.
A movement caught her eye and Ciara stopped breathing, the glass fell from her nerveless fingers only to be caught by an amber eyed vampire.
Her scream was lodged in her throat as she stumbled from the familiar face.
His eyes were burning into her, seemingly assessing her well being. As he leaned closer to sniff appreciatively her scream dislodged.
A sudden flash blurred before her and she was thrown backwards, her body hitting the wall hard.
The snarling and shuffling turned her head and she froze as the two vampires went full force at each other’s throats.
“No!”
They both turned towards her in an instant, violence edged their faces into cruel masks and she grabbed at her throat, trying to force the lump down threatening to choke her.
As her legs gave way she was caught in Jon’s sweeping arms.
Just as quickly as the violence started it was over.
“I apologize if I’ve alarmed you in any way.” The vampire bowed his head apologetically. “ And to you, sir, for my inappropriate behavior towards your mate.” The vampire swallowed hard, his eyes brushing over her once more.
Ciara nodded, staring big eyed as the vampire walking closer. Jon grunted in acceptance of his apology but it didn’t ease the murderous glare in his eyes.
“My master has requested that I deliver this note to you. The time has come…”
Slipping from Jon’s crushing grip, she watched as Jon accepted the envelope.
The vampire nodded, stepping away, he shot soundlessly into the night air.
“Lets go inside baby.”
Closing the door behind him he stared at the envelope in his hand.
“Was it this all about?”
His eyes locked onto her and she felt the cold clench on her heart.
“I wished I could have spared you this Ciara…as God is my witness I wish I could.”
Ciara’s knees felt like rubber again.
“Jon! You are scaring me, what is it?”
Tearing at the envelope he stared at the piece of paper which seemed like and eternity.
“The trial…the trial is in a week’s time.”
“The trial….oh no! Please don’t tell me we have to be there, JON?!”
He stepped closer towards the hysterical woman.
“I can’t do this! I can’t see him!....Oh my God!”
“We have to put this behind us Angel.”
“I’m not strong enough for this Jon…I’m not…please don’t make me do this?” Tears were rushing down her cheeks.
As Jon cradled her in his arms, he knew exactly where her fears came from, she wasn’t strong enough…not strong enough to deny her feelings for the other vampire.
He clutched at the head buried in his chest and only eased up when he heard her pitiful struggle for air.
~~
He was staring at a scared, unsure little girl a few days later, her suitcase clutched in her hand as if her life depended on it.
When the car drove up to take them to the airport, she had cringed from his touch, her eyes pleading for his understanding.
“Everything is going to be ok.” A strong hand settled onto the small of her back.
The trip to Greece was and emotional rollercoaster ride. Ciara stared out of the window in silence for hours on end. She only spoke when she was spoken to.
As Jon’s hand squeezed her burning hand, she suddenly jumped.
“It’s gonna be alright baby.”
When she didn’t answer, he tipped her chin.
“Do you trust me?”
She stared in silence at the gorgeous blue eyes shimmering with love.
“I trust you…its me I don’t trust.”
She didn’t miss the flash of shock darkening his eyes. She pushed passed his legs and rushed out as if all the hounds of hell were on her heels.
Chapter 165
Ciara struggled with the pulsing uneasiness clutching her chest. She had been dreaming of Xander these last couple of nights and although she was sure Jon knew, he never mentioned anything.
He was her pillar of strength, holding her in his strong arms, waiting for the fear and despair to end she knew she could always lean on him, trusting that he will be there, waiting…soothing the horror from her mind.
Somehow the dreams were becoming more vivid and regular. There were days that she was so caught up in the pain and sorrow she felt in her dreams that she couldn’t escape from the emotional roller coaster ride.
Jon watched in silence, easing into her troubled mind he struggled with the burden everyday as he knew the ultimate truth. It weren’t dreams but the blood connection to the vampire. She felt his suffering, his longing…his pain.
Her body he could satisfy but her mind was unreachable and it disturbed him more that he could deal with and what disturbed him the most was that she never confided in him.
He balanced himself on an elbow, watching her as her expressions changed in the flood of the moonlight. Her dream playing in his mind’s eye, her compassion for the captured vampire brought a snarl to his lips but still he refused to retreat from her mind, knowing damn well that it might be the best for his sanity.
Ciara fought her way through the oppressive darkness. Fear made her drag the lead in her legs. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she didn’t know where she was…yet she had to move forward, had to go …the gravely silence seemed to be screaming from everywhere. Where was she, why was she here?
“Ciara…Agapi mou…I need you.” The voice drifted towards her and suddenly she knew…he needed her, Xander needed her!
“Xander! “
“I’m weak ….I need blood…will you please help me?”
Ciara struggled to breath, fighting her way through the darkness she felt panic settle in as she ran as fast as she could to reach him.
“Hold on Xander I’m almost there…please hang on!”
She burst into a cold chamber. Xander was before her shackled at his feet and hands, he was on his knees, his naked body as pale as death.
Lifeless, crimson orbs shimmered from a ghostl y face.
“You came…I knew you would.” His head dropped tiredly onto his chest.
Ciara rushed forward, falling onto her knees, she cupped his face in her hands.
“Drink…you have to drink from me or you’ll die.”
Ciara inched closer, feeling the cold lips pressing against her skin, she shivered, the scrape of his fangs where right there, seeking the perfect entry spot.
Her cry rang in her ears as he bit through her skin, but she grabbed hold of the dark head nonetheless, guiding him, soothing him.
“Ciara….”
Suddenly an unseen force dragged her from the vampire’s embrace.
“No! Please I have to help him!”
“Come back to me…baby…come back to me…”
A welcoming warmth brushed her back and she turned….Jon was waiting at the end of the long hallway. Love was shining in his eyes, a reassuring smile tucked as his lips…his arms opened invitingly and Ciara ran.
“I’m sorry….I’m sorry but he needed my help.” She was snuggled in his arms, her tears soaked into his shirt, her hands locked in the material of his shirt. “Please forgive me…I don’t want to betray you…I’m sorry.”
Gentle hands stroked the mahogany curls down her back.
“No need to be sorry baby…no need.”
A finger touched her chin and tipped it upwards.
Ciara woke with a start, cradled gently in his arms, his lips were on hers, her salty tears mingled with his taste and she gasped, guilty eyes lifted towards glittering orbs.
“Its all over honey…you are a’right.”
“It was a bad dream…just a bad dream.”
Sinking into his strength, she let herself be rocked like a frightened child.
Staring into the darkness he gritted his teeth…”Yeah.”
The horror of moments before swirled into a pounding need for acceptance and Ciara’s cramped hands eased, her palms touching the familiar planes of his chest.
Jon sensed the change as soon as her muskiness wafted into his nostrils.
“Please make love to me?” Her voice vibrated over his collarbone and he stilled, his body jerking to instantaneous attention.
Ciara moved backwards, slipping the nightgown over her head, she only lost eye contact for a mere moment.
The moment was more than enough to lit the fire in his irises and sliced his fangs down his lips in full display.
Ciara sagged onto the mattress, holding out her arms, she shifted her thighs slightly, opening them invitingly for his hungry stare.
She was glistening for him already, her tight little nipples, puckered perfectly against creamy skin.
“C’mere.”
His weight pushed down on her, cupping her calves he made sure she accommodated him fully between her thighs.
“You sure you wanna do this baby?”
“Very sure…” she lifted her head and flicked her tongue over his bottom lip. Caging his head with her hands, she pulled him down, gently touching her quivering lips with his.
Tonight she would set the pace…slow and easy…
A wet pink tongue swirled around each fang, her favorite pass time these days, only to spear into the wet cavern of his mouth.
Her hands freed his head, brushing slowly, she traced the strong frame of his muscles, down his bunching biceps, up and over the corded muscles in his back.
Jon’s hand followed the feminine curves of her body, touching here, stroking there, he soon had her purring in his ear and writhing hungrily beneath him.
Ciara’s hand dipped in between them, grabbing hold of his thick member, she stroked it firmly. A growl rumbled from the chest pressing her into the bed, their kiss caught fire, their cores following suit.
Ciara arched beneath him…guiding him towards her she met his gaze.
“I need you inside me…”
Ciara’s breath caught in her throat, slowly but surely he inched his way inside her warmth. When he was finally fully sheathed inside her, he stilled.
“You set the pace tonight Sweetheart…I’m all yours.” Turning slowly, he settled on his back, keeping them intimately coupled they switched positions.
Ciara’s flushed face stared down at him, her muscles gripped him tightly as he pushed even deeper.
Her hips rotated slowly at first, flicking carefully she quickly found her rhythm, her thighs keeping her stable, his hands guiding her gently.
Pleasure shot through her core with every deep stroke, anticipation was building into a crescendo, her senses were suffused with sizzling sparks shooting though her veins, threatening to consume her insides.
The surge slammed into her unexpectedly, flinging her into a burst of fuzzy clouds.
His groan told her he was right there with her, following her willingly to their mind blowing zenith.
Ciara sagged onto the heaving bunch of muscles beneath her, leaving soft pecks on his chest, she felt her heartbeat slowing.
She was drifting again…maybe she could close her eyes just for a few moments….just a few…
He was her pillar of strength, holding her in his strong arms, waiting for the fear and despair to end she knew she could always lean on him, trusting that he will be there, waiting…soothing the horror from her mind.
Somehow the dreams were becoming more vivid and regular. There were days that she was so caught up in the pain and sorrow she felt in her dreams that she couldn’t escape from the emotional roller coaster ride.
Jon watched in silence, easing into her troubled mind he struggled with the burden everyday as he knew the ultimate truth. It weren’t dreams but the blood connection to the vampire. She felt his suffering, his longing…his pain.
Her body he could satisfy but her mind was unreachable and it disturbed him more that he could deal with and what disturbed him the most was that she never confided in him.
He balanced himself on an elbow, watching her as her expressions changed in the flood of the moonlight. Her dream playing in his mind’s eye, her compassion for the captured vampire brought a snarl to his lips but still he refused to retreat from her mind, knowing damn well that it might be the best for his sanity.
Ciara fought her way through the oppressive darkness. Fear made her drag the lead in her legs. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she didn’t know where she was…yet she had to move forward, had to go …the gravely silence seemed to be screaming from everywhere. Where was she, why was she here?
“Ciara…Agapi mou…I need you.” The voice drifted towards her and suddenly she knew…he needed her, Xander needed her!
“Xander! “
“I’m weak ….I need blood…will you please help me?”
Ciara struggled to breath, fighting her way through the darkness she felt panic settle in as she ran as fast as she could to reach him.
“Hold on Xander I’m almost there…please hang on!”
She burst into a cold chamber. Xander was before her shackled at his feet and hands, he was on his knees, his naked body as pale as death.
Lifeless, crimson orbs shimmered from a ghostl y face.
“You came…I knew you would.” His head dropped tiredly onto his chest.
Ciara rushed forward, falling onto her knees, she cupped his face in her hands.
“Drink…you have to drink from me or you’ll die.”
Ciara inched closer, feeling the cold lips pressing against her skin, she shivered, the scrape of his fangs where right there, seeking the perfect entry spot.
Her cry rang in her ears as he bit through her skin, but she grabbed hold of the dark head nonetheless, guiding him, soothing him.
“Ciara….”
Suddenly an unseen force dragged her from the vampire’s embrace.
“No! Please I have to help him!”
“Come back to me…baby…come back to me…”
A welcoming warmth brushed her back and she turned….Jon was waiting at the end of the long hallway. Love was shining in his eyes, a reassuring smile tucked as his lips…his arms opened invitingly and Ciara ran.
“I’m sorry….I’m sorry but he needed my help.” She was snuggled in his arms, her tears soaked into his shirt, her hands locked in the material of his shirt. “Please forgive me…I don’t want to betray you…I’m sorry.”
Gentle hands stroked the mahogany curls down her back.
“No need to be sorry baby…no need.”
A finger touched her chin and tipped it upwards.
Ciara woke with a start, cradled gently in his arms, his lips were on hers, her salty tears mingled with his taste and she gasped, guilty eyes lifted towards glittering orbs.
“Its all over honey…you are a’right.”
“It was a bad dream…just a bad dream.”
Sinking into his strength, she let herself be rocked like a frightened child.
Staring into the darkness he gritted his teeth…”Yeah.”
The horror of moments before swirled into a pounding need for acceptance and Ciara’s cramped hands eased, her palms touching the familiar planes of his chest.
Jon sensed the change as soon as her muskiness wafted into his nostrils.
“Please make love to me?” Her voice vibrated over his collarbone and he stilled, his body jerking to instantaneous attention.
Ciara moved backwards, slipping the nightgown over her head, she only lost eye contact for a mere moment.
The moment was more than enough to lit the fire in his irises and sliced his fangs down his lips in full display.
Ciara sagged onto the mattress, holding out her arms, she shifted her thighs slightly, opening them invitingly for his hungry stare.
She was glistening for him already, her tight little nipples, puckered perfectly against creamy skin.
“C’mere.”
His weight pushed down on her, cupping her calves he made sure she accommodated him fully between her thighs.
“You sure you wanna do this baby?”
“Very sure…” she lifted her head and flicked her tongue over his bottom lip. Caging his head with her hands, she pulled him down, gently touching her quivering lips with his.
Tonight she would set the pace…slow and easy…
A wet pink tongue swirled around each fang, her favorite pass time these days, only to spear into the wet cavern of his mouth.
Her hands freed his head, brushing slowly, she traced the strong frame of his muscles, down his bunching biceps, up and over the corded muscles in his back.
Jon’s hand followed the feminine curves of her body, touching here, stroking there, he soon had her purring in his ear and writhing hungrily beneath him.
Ciara’s hand dipped in between them, grabbing hold of his thick member, she stroked it firmly. A growl rumbled from the chest pressing her into the bed, their kiss caught fire, their cores following suit.
Ciara arched beneath him…guiding him towards her she met his gaze.
“I need you inside me…”
Ciara’s breath caught in her throat, slowly but surely he inched his way inside her warmth. When he was finally fully sheathed inside her, he stilled.
“You set the pace tonight Sweetheart…I’m all yours.” Turning slowly, he settled on his back, keeping them intimately coupled they switched positions.
Ciara’s flushed face stared down at him, her muscles gripped him tightly as he pushed even deeper.
Her hips rotated slowly at first, flicking carefully she quickly found her rhythm, her thighs keeping her stable, his hands guiding her gently.
Pleasure shot through her core with every deep stroke, anticipation was building into a crescendo, her senses were suffused with sizzling sparks shooting though her veins, threatening to consume her insides.
The surge slammed into her unexpectedly, flinging her into a burst of fuzzy clouds.
His groan told her he was right there with her, following her willingly to their mind blowing zenith.
Ciara sagged onto the heaving bunch of muscles beneath her, leaving soft pecks on his chest, she felt her heartbeat slowing.
She was drifting again…maybe she could close her eyes just for a few moments….just a few…
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Chapter 162
Ciara stared at him in silence. His body was above her, his muscles coiled, his body still rock hard inside her.
His gleaming dark eyes burned into her, his handsome face drawn tight.
How was it possible that she could still want him? She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, she ached for him…endlessly.
She arched wantonly as his lips touched the flat planes of her stomach. His teeth clamped together, pinching her skin and she hissed, arching towards his onslaught.
His tongue soothed the sting, circling higher motioning towards the creamy mounts bathed by the moonlight.
Ciara’s fingers dug into the soft, springy locks at Jon’s nape, a soft mewling floated into the air and when Jon’s satisfied rumble joined in she realized it was she.
She focused on the soft play of his mouth underneath her breasts, his tongue lapped, his lips suckled, his teeth nibbled. When those full lips closed over her aching, sensitive nubs, her mewling morphed into soft little gasps. Her hands became restless, pressing down on his head, keeping him captive against her breasts.
His powerful hands stroked her skin igniting her overheated skin until she thoughts she might sizzle into a heap of ashes.
He seemed to have read her mind, and he mumbled between her breasts.
“I cannot seem to extinguish the burning inside you baby…but hell…I’m so gonna enjoy trying…” His words faltered once again as he lost himself between her swollen breasts, rubbing his still swollen member over her mound.
An unexpected cry shot from her throat as she was suddenly snapped up in his arms.
“Close you eyes honey…I’m taking us home.”
Moments later they were in the sitting room.
Setting her down, he laced his fingers with her own, leading her towards the bedroom.
Reaching for one of his shirts, he threw it towards her, busying himself with a pair of comfortable, worn shorts.
His eyes examined her pale features. She looked so frail, her slim form spoke of poor eating.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” He turned to look at her pouty lips, a soft laugh filled the air.
“I sometimes forget how young you are…so precious.” He left a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll fix you something…and I wont take no for an answer!” He had already turned from, her thoughts bringing a sly smile to his face.
“I always keep to my promises Sweet Angel…I need you strong for what I have planned for you…and there is gonna be some begging…trust me.”
The flash of fangs and the raw promise in his eyes brought the tee over her head in a second flat.
She tip toed towards the kitchen, standing in the door way, she watched as he prepared her some light snacks. Fresh fruit were diced and cubed beneath deft fingers.
Inching closer, she settled onto a chair, drawing her knees up as she watched him work in silence as he prepared a platter fit for a king.
“I hope you are going to join in? I’ll never be able to finish all that.”
He didn’t falter, the knife carved masterfully, his hands placing the food artfully on a plate.
He eventually came towards her, the colorful platter balanced on his palm.
“Your appetite is quite intricate these days. I just wanted to make sure there would be something you’ll like.”
She eyed the carefully prepared feast with growing interest.
“Thank you.”
He walked past her, nodding towards the living room she followed silently.
He stopped in the middle of the room, waiting silently for her he handed her the plate.
“I’m gonna get us something to drink, be back in a minute.”
He found her on the carpet, the plate balanced on her on her knees.
She eyed the tray in his hand.
“Champagne? What are we celebrating?”
“Your return.”
She smiled as she popped a grape into her mouth.
Placing the tray on the coffee table, he lifted the plate from her sliding it next to the glasses.
Grabbing both her ankles he opened her legs, pulling her closer to him until she was between his legs. He bent his legs keeping her in an intimate circle while her thighs rested on his own.
From out of no where a black satin scarf appeared in his hands, Ciara’s heart skipped a beat.
The silent request was written in the glowing orbs, she nodded, closing her eyes, she waited willingly.
His gentle touch feathered on her face as he tightened the soft material around her eyes.
His gleaming dark eyes burned into her, his handsome face drawn tight.
How was it possible that she could still want him? She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, she ached for him…endlessly.
She arched wantonly as his lips touched the flat planes of her stomach. His teeth clamped together, pinching her skin and she hissed, arching towards his onslaught.
His tongue soothed the sting, circling higher motioning towards the creamy mounts bathed by the moonlight.
Ciara’s fingers dug into the soft, springy locks at Jon’s nape, a soft mewling floated into the air and when Jon’s satisfied rumble joined in she realized it was she.
She focused on the soft play of his mouth underneath her breasts, his tongue lapped, his lips suckled, his teeth nibbled. When those full lips closed over her aching, sensitive nubs, her mewling morphed into soft little gasps. Her hands became restless, pressing down on his head, keeping him captive against her breasts.
His powerful hands stroked her skin igniting her overheated skin until she thoughts she might sizzle into a heap of ashes.
He seemed to have read her mind, and he mumbled between her breasts.
“I cannot seem to extinguish the burning inside you baby…but hell…I’m so gonna enjoy trying…” His words faltered once again as he lost himself between her swollen breasts, rubbing his still swollen member over her mound.
An unexpected cry shot from her throat as she was suddenly snapped up in his arms.
“Close you eyes honey…I’m taking us home.”
Moments later they were in the sitting room.
Setting her down, he laced his fingers with her own, leading her towards the bedroom.
Reaching for one of his shirts, he threw it towards her, busying himself with a pair of comfortable, worn shorts.
His eyes examined her pale features. She looked so frail, her slim form spoke of poor eating.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” He turned to look at her pouty lips, a soft laugh filled the air.
“I sometimes forget how young you are…so precious.” He left a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll fix you something…and I wont take no for an answer!” He had already turned from, her thoughts bringing a sly smile to his face.
“I always keep to my promises Sweet Angel…I need you strong for what I have planned for you…and there is gonna be some begging…trust me.”
The flash of fangs and the raw promise in his eyes brought the tee over her head in a second flat.
She tip toed towards the kitchen, standing in the door way, she watched as he prepared her some light snacks. Fresh fruit were diced and cubed beneath deft fingers.
Inching closer, she settled onto a chair, drawing her knees up as she watched him work in silence as he prepared a platter fit for a king.
“I hope you are going to join in? I’ll never be able to finish all that.”
He didn’t falter, the knife carved masterfully, his hands placing the food artfully on a plate.
He eventually came towards her, the colorful platter balanced on his palm.
“Your appetite is quite intricate these days. I just wanted to make sure there would be something you’ll like.”
She eyed the carefully prepared feast with growing interest.
“Thank you.”
He walked past her, nodding towards the living room she followed silently.
He stopped in the middle of the room, waiting silently for her he handed her the plate.
“I’m gonna get us something to drink, be back in a minute.”
He found her on the carpet, the plate balanced on her on her knees.
She eyed the tray in his hand.
“Champagne? What are we celebrating?”
“Your return.”
She smiled as she popped a grape into her mouth.
Placing the tray on the coffee table, he lifted the plate from her sliding it next to the glasses.
Grabbing both her ankles he opened her legs, pulling her closer to him until she was between his legs. He bent his legs keeping her in an intimate circle while her thighs rested on his own.
From out of no where a black satin scarf appeared in his hands, Ciara’s heart skipped a beat.
The silent request was written in the glowing orbs, she nodded, closing her eyes, she waited willingly.
His gentle touch feathered on her face as he tightened the soft material around her eyes.
Chapter 161
Jon stilled as her tongue dragged along his lips. She coaxed his lips apart, inching closer she tasted the spicy alcohol on his tongue.
His hands snapped up at their own accord bunching in her hair, he dragged her into him, deepening the kiss .
She broke the kiss and changed her attention to his throat…nibbling at his adam’s apple, sucking at his nipples. Her fervent lovemaking turn his skin on fire, his veins pulsed, his stomach clenched in anticipation.
With a strength he didn’t know she possessed, she backed him to into the wall of the house. She was lowering even more, she was licking his lower stomach, her hands tucked at his jeans.
“You are right…I want you so why not take you right?” she murmured to no on in particular.
Jon opened his eyes, sagging his head forward he watched her as she unleashed all sorts of hell on him. Her hands were cupping his buttocks, squeezing tightly she dug her nails into him, pushing him closer to her nibbling mouth.
A hiss floated into the air and he realized it was his own. Her mouth was nuzzling along the length of his shaft.
When her hand finally closed around his girth, guiding him into her mouth, he was a shuddering mess, his knees barely holding him up.
Her hand pumped rhythmically, her tongue swirling around the moist tip. She wanted to taste him, all of him. Drawing him even deeper into her mouth, she cupped his fleshy sack, squeezing, tightening her hold.
Jon’s hip rotated slowly, his breath left his chest in tiny gasps.
“Ooohh God in heaven….Ciara!”
Her mouth was so warm around him, her tongue drove him to the brink of insanity he wanted to crush her to him.
Ciara was suddenly lifted off her feet and into his arms.
A swirl of breeze disorientated her for a moment and as she became aware of her surroundings she was staring at the moon paving a silvery path across the ocean. The waves were crashing over Jon’s feet, splattering all over them.
His arm slid from her legs, letting her down slowly, her feet sunk into the sand.
His hands cradled her shoulders, brushing lightly, he took the delicate straps with, sliding it down her shoulders, he bared her breasts.
Slipping the flimsy gown downwards, he kneeled lower, scraping her panties down her thighs and into the water, letting the tide carry it away.
His hands brushed her thighs, pressing a hand in between he opened her wider.
A cry bubbled from her as his mouth nuzzled hungrily. His tongue delved in between her most intimate spot and she quivered as he lapped at her moist, playing with the sensitive nub hidden between womanly lips.
Ciara’s knees suddenly buckled but he was there to catch her, cradling her gently in his arms, he laid her on the wet sand. The ocean tucked at their feet, spilling over their knees.
Jon’s lovemaking was relentless, cradling her buttocks on his splayed hands, he sucked at the honey between her thighs, marveling at her restless hips and unrestrained moans.
Ciara’s fingers dug into the wet sand beneath her, her body were about to explode into a million pieces too soon and there was just no way to prolong it.
Her body crashed into a shattering climax, her nails dug into his shoulders, her head flung back, she cried out.
Jon waited for her body to ease its spasms before he walked with her into the cold, dark waves, her legs encircling his waist.
He could feel the restlessness within her, she was far from done. Her body had its first appetizer, now it was impatiently awaiting its fulfillment.
“Do you want more?” He whispered against her jaw. She nodded silently, her hands stroked his nape, her dripping wetness scraped along his belly, only heightening his hunger for her. “I’ll give you more…I’ll give you so much more you will beg me to stop.”
Jon’s eyes shimmered in the dark night, his hands gripped her hips, lowering her until she felt him at her entrance.
Ciara whimpered as she felt him push inside. The deeper he pushed the deeper he went into the ocean. As the water sloshed over her breasts, he stopped, fully sheathed he paused for a moment. His eyes penetrated her soul, reading her mind.
For a breathless few minutes he just stood there, staring at her. Ciara tightened around him, her hips pushing harder against him.
“Jon please…”
He bucked into her and she gasped. His rhythm was relentless, pushing deeper and withdrawing then slamming deeper yet again.
His mouth was locked onto one nipple then another, he suckled until Ciara felt she could scream from pleasure.
His powerful hands kneaded her buttocks, lifting her to meet each deep thrust.
As yet another climax rushed closer, Jon waded towards the shore. Tumbling onto the beach, he settled her calves on his shoulders, angling her buttocks on his thighs. His hands stroked the gentle slope of her calves, his mouth took turns, nuzzling the insides of her knees, while he plunged into her, knocking her breath right from her lungs.
She suddenly clamped around him, throwing her head back, she called his name over and over and over. Her nails scraped raw trails across his chest.
Her body slacked as her climax ebbed from her womb.
Ciara opened her eyes only to be met with stormy, dark marbles, staring down at her.
His smile lit the dark night, his hands didn’t ease its intensity on her hips and she shivered as he growled above her.
“Its my turn now…let the begging begin.” A flash of fangs chased excitement through her core and she moaned as he seemed to grow even larger within her.
His hands snapped up at their own accord bunching in her hair, he dragged her into him, deepening the kiss .
She broke the kiss and changed her attention to his throat…nibbling at his adam’s apple, sucking at his nipples. Her fervent lovemaking turn his skin on fire, his veins pulsed, his stomach clenched in anticipation.
With a strength he didn’t know she possessed, she backed him to into the wall of the house. She was lowering even more, she was licking his lower stomach, her hands tucked at his jeans.
“You are right…I want you so why not take you right?” she murmured to no on in particular.
Jon opened his eyes, sagging his head forward he watched her as she unleashed all sorts of hell on him. Her hands were cupping his buttocks, squeezing tightly she dug her nails into him, pushing him closer to her nibbling mouth.
A hiss floated into the air and he realized it was his own. Her mouth was nuzzling along the length of his shaft.
When her hand finally closed around his girth, guiding him into her mouth, he was a shuddering mess, his knees barely holding him up.
Her hand pumped rhythmically, her tongue swirling around the moist tip. She wanted to taste him, all of him. Drawing him even deeper into her mouth, she cupped his fleshy sack, squeezing, tightening her hold.
Jon’s hip rotated slowly, his breath left his chest in tiny gasps.
“Ooohh God in heaven….Ciara!”
Her mouth was so warm around him, her tongue drove him to the brink of insanity he wanted to crush her to him.
Ciara was suddenly lifted off her feet and into his arms.
A swirl of breeze disorientated her for a moment and as she became aware of her surroundings she was staring at the moon paving a silvery path across the ocean. The waves were crashing over Jon’s feet, splattering all over them.
His arm slid from her legs, letting her down slowly, her feet sunk into the sand.
His hands cradled her shoulders, brushing lightly, he took the delicate straps with, sliding it down her shoulders, he bared her breasts.
Slipping the flimsy gown downwards, he kneeled lower, scraping her panties down her thighs and into the water, letting the tide carry it away.
His hands brushed her thighs, pressing a hand in between he opened her wider.
A cry bubbled from her as his mouth nuzzled hungrily. His tongue delved in between her most intimate spot and she quivered as he lapped at her moist, playing with the sensitive nub hidden between womanly lips.
Ciara’s knees suddenly buckled but he was there to catch her, cradling her gently in his arms, he laid her on the wet sand. The ocean tucked at their feet, spilling over their knees.
Jon’s lovemaking was relentless, cradling her buttocks on his splayed hands, he sucked at the honey between her thighs, marveling at her restless hips and unrestrained moans.
Ciara’s fingers dug into the wet sand beneath her, her body were about to explode into a million pieces too soon and there was just no way to prolong it.
Her body crashed into a shattering climax, her nails dug into his shoulders, her head flung back, she cried out.
Jon waited for her body to ease its spasms before he walked with her into the cold, dark waves, her legs encircling his waist.
He could feel the restlessness within her, she was far from done. Her body had its first appetizer, now it was impatiently awaiting its fulfillment.
“Do you want more?” He whispered against her jaw. She nodded silently, her hands stroked his nape, her dripping wetness scraped along his belly, only heightening his hunger for her. “I’ll give you more…I’ll give you so much more you will beg me to stop.”
Jon’s eyes shimmered in the dark night, his hands gripped her hips, lowering her until she felt him at her entrance.
Ciara whimpered as she felt him push inside. The deeper he pushed the deeper he went into the ocean. As the water sloshed over her breasts, he stopped, fully sheathed he paused for a moment. His eyes penetrated her soul, reading her mind.
For a breathless few minutes he just stood there, staring at her. Ciara tightened around him, her hips pushing harder against him.
“Jon please…”
He bucked into her and she gasped. His rhythm was relentless, pushing deeper and withdrawing then slamming deeper yet again.
His mouth was locked onto one nipple then another, he suckled until Ciara felt she could scream from pleasure.
His powerful hands kneaded her buttocks, lifting her to meet each deep thrust.
As yet another climax rushed closer, Jon waded towards the shore. Tumbling onto the beach, he settled her calves on his shoulders, angling her buttocks on his thighs. His hands stroked the gentle slope of her calves, his mouth took turns, nuzzling the insides of her knees, while he plunged into her, knocking her breath right from her lungs.
She suddenly clamped around him, throwing her head back, she called his name over and over and over. Her nails scraped raw trails across his chest.
Her body slacked as her climax ebbed from her womb.
Ciara opened her eyes only to be met with stormy, dark marbles, staring down at her.
His smile lit the dark night, his hands didn’t ease its intensity on her hips and she shivered as he growled above her.
“Its my turn now…let the begging begin.” A flash of fangs chased excitement through her core and she moaned as he seemed to grow even larger within her.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Chapter 160
“Fuck! Ciara wait!” Her elbow was in his grip.
“Jon let me go.” She was crying.
“No…I’m not letting you go. You need to feed. I’m sorry..I guess blood with an alcohol percentage is better than none at all.”
She turned big eyes on him.
“But you said I’ll get drunk.”
His gorgeous white teeth flashed.
“You’ve been drunk before…what’s the worst that can happen?” His voice turned sultry.
I could bare my soul…all my memories…
A flash bolted in his eyes.
“Is that so fucking bad? Sharing it all with me?” She jumped nervously as she realized she hadn’t guarded her thoughts. His lips traced her cheekbone. There was alcohol on breath…
“Jon I think I have to go to bed.”
“You haven’t fed yet.” Alarm bells rang in the air, his voice was too abrupt even steely. “So how you want it? Do you want to take it yourself or do you want me to open it up for you?”
“I…” still trying to think of an answer she gasped as he hovered a finger above his pec.
“Where do you want it…here…” His hand swiped towards his neck…” or less intimate, perhaps…” he turned his wrist upwards.
She stared dumfounded at him, she was wary of this side of him but her stomach was twisting in knots and he looked so delectable.
“Fuck Ciara just answer me…here…here…or ….Jaaayyyysus!!!!!!!!!”
Her hands were locked around his biceps, her nose pressed in his neck…her teeth clamped his skin between her teeth. She crunched down…
The sharp , tangy sting of alcohol flooded her mouth, although it was strong it could never disguise his unique taste.
His hands spanned her back, pulling her closer he growled throatily.
“You’re a thirsty little thing aren’t you….hhhmmmmmmm yeeaaaahhhhh.”
Ciara dragged herself from him, she felt heady from his blood.
“I think I had enough now.” Her speech seemed slurred.
His face came into view. His eyes glimmered, a soft smile splayed across his handsome face.
Ciara meant to step back but tripped .
“Oooopss. A bit unsteady there aren’t we Sweetheart?”
“I had too much to drink I guess.”
His hands were on her wrists.
“Are you running again?”
“I am tired…”
“You want me to make love to you…why fight it?”
“Jon I feel woozy…I need to get to bed or else…”
His fury cracked under the thin veneer of patience.
“or else what! Jesus Ciara do you really think I don’t know what happened? The way Chimala died…the coven sucking you dry like a fucking sponge…all the times he touched you, kissing you touching you….and you wanting it…”
A slap resounded in the night air. She stared at his face, stunned at the red print spreading on his cheek, shocked at her reaction to his words.
“… I know it all and you know what…I still want you…I don’t care what happened to you, how you felt, what you wanted at that stage…read my lips Ciara…I…STILL…WANT…YOU.”
“How can you say that? I’m responsible for everyone’s deaths. If I didn’t run none of this would have happened. Chimala would still be alive…Gorgios…even Xander would be at his home right now, going on with his life but instead he is imprisoned, not certain of what is to come. I can’t live with myself how can you?! All this..this changing is turning me into a cheap slut…wanting sex all the time…thinking about it…looking at you just makes me burn more. Im not used to staring at a man and thinking vulgar thoughts the whole time!”
She brushed her brow tiredly.
His blood was taking effect, she felt unsteady.
“ That is who you are now, you have to accept it baby. As for what happened with Chimala, Xander and Giorgos, only you can prevent yourself from forgiving yourself. I can’t do that for you baby. I can only give you my understanding and time…”
He stamped a tiny kiss on the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t want your damn pity.” Ciara’s eyes flashed dangerously.
He moved away.
“The alcohol seemed to have screwed with your ears. I said understanding…there is a difference.”
“I’m tired Jon. I don’t have the strength to argue with you…” She turned towards the door.
“Do you have the strength to make love to me? Or do you also need an excuse for not quenching that need…”
“Fuck you.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
"What’s so damn funny?”
“Baby…you need me so bad, its oozing from you pores. But I can play this game for as long as you want….when you are ready…I’m willing and able.” He bowed low.
She was all but spewing fire.
“Don’t use your fucking lyrics on me! I’m not one of your groupies!”
His smile disappeared, his eyes drew cold.
“You get so fucking touchy when you haven’t had sex in a while…why don’t you just fuck me and get over with it.”
She lifted her hand again but he wouldn’t allow it this time.
“You can be such a damn bastard, you know that?”
“Sometimes you need to hear the truth baby…So what’s it gonna be…your cold, lonely bed or me in it?”
“You are vulgar…why would I want you in my bed? I’m sure you don’t see me as more that a good fuck, or a willing incubator for your sperm.”
The air changed as he stepped closer.
“And what am I too you ,Angel? A blood source? A body to keep your lust at bay?”
“Get away from me…” she warned.
“Or else your little charade is going to shit?”
“Jon!”
“Yes Ciara?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want my little sizzling angel?”
Her hands shot out, banging them against his chest, she wanted to shove him but he was an unmovable force.
His hands covered her own.
“Ssssssssssssss….your so damn hot…”
“Let go of my hands.”
“Not before you tell me to go to hell and that you don’t want me…convincingly.”
“Go to hell.”
His grin grew bigger.
“I’m waiting…and it better be good.”
“I…I…”
“You cant say it can you?”
Gripping his hands she inched closer, her eyes on his lips.
“Shut the hell up…”, her tongue snaked towards his lips. Why the hell fight it, he wanted it and she needed it bad…
“Jon let me go.” She was crying.
“No…I’m not letting you go. You need to feed. I’m sorry..I guess blood with an alcohol percentage is better than none at all.”
She turned big eyes on him.
“But you said I’ll get drunk.”
His gorgeous white teeth flashed.
“You’ve been drunk before…what’s the worst that can happen?” His voice turned sultry.
I could bare my soul…all my memories…
A flash bolted in his eyes.
“Is that so fucking bad? Sharing it all with me?” She jumped nervously as she realized she hadn’t guarded her thoughts. His lips traced her cheekbone. There was alcohol on breath…
“Jon I think I have to go to bed.”
“You haven’t fed yet.” Alarm bells rang in the air, his voice was too abrupt even steely. “So how you want it? Do you want to take it yourself or do you want me to open it up for you?”
“I…” still trying to think of an answer she gasped as he hovered a finger above his pec.
“Where do you want it…here…” His hand swiped towards his neck…” or less intimate, perhaps…” he turned his wrist upwards.
She stared dumfounded at him, she was wary of this side of him but her stomach was twisting in knots and he looked so delectable.
“Fuck Ciara just answer me…here…here…or ….Jaaayyyysus!!!!!!!!!”
Her hands were locked around his biceps, her nose pressed in his neck…her teeth clamped his skin between her teeth. She crunched down…
The sharp , tangy sting of alcohol flooded her mouth, although it was strong it could never disguise his unique taste.
His hands spanned her back, pulling her closer he growled throatily.
“You’re a thirsty little thing aren’t you….hhhmmmmmmm yeeaaaahhhhh.”
Ciara dragged herself from him, she felt heady from his blood.
“I think I had enough now.” Her speech seemed slurred.
His face came into view. His eyes glimmered, a soft smile splayed across his handsome face.
Ciara meant to step back but tripped .
“Oooopss. A bit unsteady there aren’t we Sweetheart?”
“I had too much to drink I guess.”
His hands were on her wrists.
“Are you running again?”
“I am tired…”
“You want me to make love to you…why fight it?”
“Jon I feel woozy…I need to get to bed or else…”
His fury cracked under the thin veneer of patience.
“or else what! Jesus Ciara do you really think I don’t know what happened? The way Chimala died…the coven sucking you dry like a fucking sponge…all the times he touched you, kissing you touching you….and you wanting it…”
A slap resounded in the night air. She stared at his face, stunned at the red print spreading on his cheek, shocked at her reaction to his words.
“… I know it all and you know what…I still want you…I don’t care what happened to you, how you felt, what you wanted at that stage…read my lips Ciara…I…STILL…WANT…YOU.”
“How can you say that? I’m responsible for everyone’s deaths. If I didn’t run none of this would have happened. Chimala would still be alive…Gorgios…even Xander would be at his home right now, going on with his life but instead he is imprisoned, not certain of what is to come. I can’t live with myself how can you?! All this..this changing is turning me into a cheap slut…wanting sex all the time…thinking about it…looking at you just makes me burn more. Im not used to staring at a man and thinking vulgar thoughts the whole time!”
She brushed her brow tiredly.
His blood was taking effect, she felt unsteady.
“ That is who you are now, you have to accept it baby. As for what happened with Chimala, Xander and Giorgos, only you can prevent yourself from forgiving yourself. I can’t do that for you baby. I can only give you my understanding and time…”
He stamped a tiny kiss on the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t want your damn pity.” Ciara’s eyes flashed dangerously.
He moved away.
“The alcohol seemed to have screwed with your ears. I said understanding…there is a difference.”
“I’m tired Jon. I don’t have the strength to argue with you…” She turned towards the door.
“Do you have the strength to make love to me? Or do you also need an excuse for not quenching that need…”
“Fuck you.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
"What’s so damn funny?”
“Baby…you need me so bad, its oozing from you pores. But I can play this game for as long as you want….when you are ready…I’m willing and able.” He bowed low.
She was all but spewing fire.
“Don’t use your fucking lyrics on me! I’m not one of your groupies!”
His smile disappeared, his eyes drew cold.
“You get so fucking touchy when you haven’t had sex in a while…why don’t you just fuck me and get over with it.”
She lifted her hand again but he wouldn’t allow it this time.
“You can be such a damn bastard, you know that?”
“Sometimes you need to hear the truth baby…So what’s it gonna be…your cold, lonely bed or me in it?”
“You are vulgar…why would I want you in my bed? I’m sure you don’t see me as more that a good fuck, or a willing incubator for your sperm.”
The air changed as he stepped closer.
“And what am I too you ,Angel? A blood source? A body to keep your lust at bay?”
“Get away from me…” she warned.
“Or else your little charade is going to shit?”
“Jon!”
“Yes Ciara?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want my little sizzling angel?”
Her hands shot out, banging them against his chest, she wanted to shove him but he was an unmovable force.
His hands covered her own.
“Ssssssssssssss….your so damn hot…”
“Let go of my hands.”
“Not before you tell me to go to hell and that you don’t want me…convincingly.”
“Go to hell.”
His grin grew bigger.
“I’m waiting…and it better be good.”
“I…I…”
“You cant say it can you?”
Gripping his hands she inched closer, her eyes on his lips.
“Shut the hell up…”, her tongue snaked towards his lips. Why the hell fight it, he wanted it and she needed it bad…
Chapter 159
The eternal crash of the waves washed the dark shadows to the back of her mind. Standing on the beach with the breeze blowing her hair from her face, her toes dug into the grainy sand, she searched the horizon, watching the sinking sun, praying for peace for her restless, tortured soul.
Arms encircled her from behind and she sighed, leaning back into his immeasurable strength.
Her tormented heart pained him. Tugging her even closer into him, he rested his face on the soft crown of her blowing curls, his gaze fixed on the pink sky.
Ciara reminded herself to keep breathing.
You can do it. In…out…
“Is being alive so painful to you?” The hurt in his voice was unexpected. “How can I ease your pain? What do you want me to do?”
Ciara shook her head wordlessly.
Nothing. I need to do this on my own.
The slight shrug of her shoulders loosened his embrace and she stepped from his arms.
She edged towards the breaking waves and he intended to follow but she turned halfway, her hand stilled him.
“Jon…please…”
Rejection darkened his eyes to a swirling mauve.
He nodded and turned from her making his way towards the beach house, his fists jammed in his pockets.
Ciara was sure it was the saltiness of the ocean air she tasted on her lips, but the warm drops pooling on her lips told her otherwise.
The cool water rushed over her feet and stole her attention from him. Digging her toes even deeper into the wet sand she dropped to the ground, not caring about the intense difference between the ocean waves and her burning skin.
Ciara rested a cheek onto her drawn up knees. Staring at the wave breaking over her and then slowly pulling back, she traced slow patterns on the sand only to watch it disappear with the next crash of salty water.
As the hours tick by, Ciara felt the undeniable built inside her. Her pelvis throbbed, a dull, warm ache pulsed between her thighs, her heart thudded heavily in her chest…she wanted Jon. Her body demanded him inside her, the taste of his blood, the hard thrust of his body but it had been days since he made love to her and every day became harder on her, more painful, more earnest.
Why couldn’t she just go to him, leaving the past where it belonged? Why did she feel this ridiculous responsibility towards Xander? Why did Chimala haunted her dreams…Gorgios? Why couldn’t they let her be and let her go on with her life? And why in the hell couldn’t she share it all with Jon.
How are you going to tell him you wanted another vampire’s touch? How many times you have come close to making love to him….you even tasted his blood.
The taunting pushed her to her feet. The stars were already splattered across the sky, wrapping her arms around herself she trudged home. Her heart was at her feet.
He was waiting for her on the porch, his shimmering eyes were staring at the glimmering ocean, his outstretched legs were propped on the railings, his hands resting on his thighs.
“You ok?”
“Yes, thank you.”
She turned to go.
“I made you dinner.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m going to go out for a while.”
There was no need to explain why.
“G’night.”
Jon gritted so hard, he thought he might snap his jaw. He wanted her to say no, don’t go. But she didn’t give a damn! Rejection didn’t sit well with Jon and he shot into the night air, his vicious snarl echoing in the night air.
Jon swooped down in the deserted streets of New Jersey. He could have searched for a meal closer to the Hamptons but he needed to get away from her and her dark thoughts.
A young girl came stumbling his way and he licked at his stabbing fangs, feeling the rush of adrenaline shooting through his veins.
He waited silently until she crashed into him.
“Oh! I’m soorrrry. Oh!....” the girl giggled. “ Gooodddd….you are Jon Bon Jovi aren’t you?” She tripped over her own heeled foot and he grabbed her arm, steadying her.
“That I am honey.” Pulling her into him, he dragged her to a secluded corner.
Swiping her hair aside he moved in. His bite was quick and deep.
“Oouuuuccccccchhhh!” She whimpered in her drunken state.
Her blood was heavy with alcohol and he knew better than to overfeed but he refused to let go, centering all his hunger and frustration on the neck bent against his lips.
When he finally shoved her from him he could feel the consequence of the alcohol filled blood.
Wiping her mind, he turned from her moving into the dark night without looking back.
He found another meal not to further down the road, and stepping back from her his head was spinning even more.
It was a Saturday night and the only people in the streets at this time of night were druggies, drunks or the homeless.
Jon stumbled into the front door a few hours later, her food was untouched on the table and he grimaced irritatingly. All that effort and she didn’t even taste it….
“Jon?” Her heat speared through his cool skin. “Is that you?” Her fear billowed around her slim form.
“Yeah…I’m back.”
She stood there in her sheer night gown, the backlight of the moon illuminating her curves perfectly.
He swallowed at the knot in his throat.
She watched as he swayed slightly, he seemed disheveled…drunk.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeeaaahh…fuck isn’t it warm in here?” He slipped the tight shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor.
“Its me probably…” she couldn’t drag her eyes from those tight abs….
“Its been days since you’ve fed …you need my blood to cool you down …” She didn’t just need his blood and they both knew it.
Finding that her thoughts traveled the same direction as his, he swung the front door open, heading for the porch. He wasn’t going through another rejection again..
He heard her feet padded behind him and he gripped the railing even harder.
Her fingertips traced down his spine and Jon shivered.
“Will you?...Let me feed from you?”
“Don’t think its such a great idea…I had some serious alcoholic blood tonight.”
Her touch wavered.
He felt the soft swish of her nightgown as she turned from him.
Arms encircled her from behind and she sighed, leaning back into his immeasurable strength.
Her tormented heart pained him. Tugging her even closer into him, he rested his face on the soft crown of her blowing curls, his gaze fixed on the pink sky.
Ciara reminded herself to keep breathing.
You can do it. In…out…
“Is being alive so painful to you?” The hurt in his voice was unexpected. “How can I ease your pain? What do you want me to do?”
Ciara shook her head wordlessly.
Nothing. I need to do this on my own.
The slight shrug of her shoulders loosened his embrace and she stepped from his arms.
She edged towards the breaking waves and he intended to follow but she turned halfway, her hand stilled him.
“Jon…please…”
Rejection darkened his eyes to a swirling mauve.
He nodded and turned from her making his way towards the beach house, his fists jammed in his pockets.
Ciara was sure it was the saltiness of the ocean air she tasted on her lips, but the warm drops pooling on her lips told her otherwise.
The cool water rushed over her feet and stole her attention from him. Digging her toes even deeper into the wet sand she dropped to the ground, not caring about the intense difference between the ocean waves and her burning skin.
Ciara rested a cheek onto her drawn up knees. Staring at the wave breaking over her and then slowly pulling back, she traced slow patterns on the sand only to watch it disappear with the next crash of salty water.
As the hours tick by, Ciara felt the undeniable built inside her. Her pelvis throbbed, a dull, warm ache pulsed between her thighs, her heart thudded heavily in her chest…she wanted Jon. Her body demanded him inside her, the taste of his blood, the hard thrust of his body but it had been days since he made love to her and every day became harder on her, more painful, more earnest.
Why couldn’t she just go to him, leaving the past where it belonged? Why did she feel this ridiculous responsibility towards Xander? Why did Chimala haunted her dreams…Gorgios? Why couldn’t they let her be and let her go on with her life? And why in the hell couldn’t she share it all with Jon.
How are you going to tell him you wanted another vampire’s touch? How many times you have come close to making love to him….you even tasted his blood.
The taunting pushed her to her feet. The stars were already splattered across the sky, wrapping her arms around herself she trudged home. Her heart was at her feet.
He was waiting for her on the porch, his shimmering eyes were staring at the glimmering ocean, his outstretched legs were propped on the railings, his hands resting on his thighs.
“You ok?”
“Yes, thank you.”
She turned to go.
“I made you dinner.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m going to go out for a while.”
There was no need to explain why.
“G’night.”
Jon gritted so hard, he thought he might snap his jaw. He wanted her to say no, don’t go. But she didn’t give a damn! Rejection didn’t sit well with Jon and he shot into the night air, his vicious snarl echoing in the night air.
Jon swooped down in the deserted streets of New Jersey. He could have searched for a meal closer to the Hamptons but he needed to get away from her and her dark thoughts.
A young girl came stumbling his way and he licked at his stabbing fangs, feeling the rush of adrenaline shooting through his veins.
He waited silently until she crashed into him.
“Oh! I’m soorrrry. Oh!....” the girl giggled. “ Gooodddd….you are Jon Bon Jovi aren’t you?” She tripped over her own heeled foot and he grabbed her arm, steadying her.
“That I am honey.” Pulling her into him, he dragged her to a secluded corner.
Swiping her hair aside he moved in. His bite was quick and deep.
“Oouuuuccccccchhhh!” She whimpered in her drunken state.
Her blood was heavy with alcohol and he knew better than to overfeed but he refused to let go, centering all his hunger and frustration on the neck bent against his lips.
When he finally shoved her from him he could feel the consequence of the alcohol filled blood.
Wiping her mind, he turned from her moving into the dark night without looking back.
He found another meal not to further down the road, and stepping back from her his head was spinning even more.
It was a Saturday night and the only people in the streets at this time of night were druggies, drunks or the homeless.
Jon stumbled into the front door a few hours later, her food was untouched on the table and he grimaced irritatingly. All that effort and she didn’t even taste it….
“Jon?” Her heat speared through his cool skin. “Is that you?” Her fear billowed around her slim form.
“Yeah…I’m back.”
She stood there in her sheer night gown, the backlight of the moon illuminating her curves perfectly.
He swallowed at the knot in his throat.
She watched as he swayed slightly, he seemed disheveled…drunk.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeeaaahh…fuck isn’t it warm in here?” He slipped the tight shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor.
“Its me probably…” she couldn’t drag her eyes from those tight abs….
“Its been days since you’ve fed …you need my blood to cool you down …” She didn’t just need his blood and they both knew it.
Finding that her thoughts traveled the same direction as his, he swung the front door open, heading for the porch. He wasn’t going through another rejection again..
He heard her feet padded behind him and he gripped the railing even harder.
Her fingertips traced down his spine and Jon shivered.
“Will you?...Let me feed from you?”
“Don’t think its such a great idea…I had some serious alcoholic blood tonight.”
Her touch wavered.
He felt the soft swish of her nightgown as she turned from him.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Chapter 158
Ciara woke with a start, Xander was holding her again, his body twined with hers, a hairy thigh thrown over her hip.
Not wanting to wake him, she eased the hand cupping her breast, sliding slowly from the bed. Her eyes came into focus and she froze.
She wasn’t in his home anymore, she was…
Oh God! She jerked around and there he was, Jon. All mussed up from their lovemaking…they have made love!
Pushing from the bed, she suppressed a slight moan as her muscles bemoaned their fragile state. Her thighs were aching, the apex of her thighs were so tender. Padding lightly towards the bathroom she closed the door behind her. Staring in the mirror she saw a stranger there. Her skin had a tinge of blood smeared, here and there, two tiny holes confirmed his need for her. Remembering the other two puncture wounds, she brushed her skin there. It was gone…Jon didn’t like the sight of another vampire’s mark on her and had made sure to remove it and replace it with his own.
Her eyes dropped to her swollen breasts. Her breasts seemed bigger, her nipples puckered, both seemed heavy, sore. Her hands cupped each weight and she winced.
Was there a place on her body that didn’t ache?
She turned towards the shower and opened the taps. Setting the water to the correct temperature, she stepped in, lifting her face she marveled at the generous fingers massaging her sensitive skin.
Slipping the soap over every inch of skin, the past few weeks replayed in her mind. Tears flowed as regret, fear and shame overwhelmed her.
The dark, claws of guilt anchored into her soul. Chimala’s face on her deathbed haunted her. Everything was her fault, Chimala’s death was on her hands. She had placed herself in danger running from Jon’s protection. She had put herself in harm’s way, in Xander’s way and now he was going to pay for it too! All he wanted was someone to love…he loved her, worshipped her and what did she give him? For a fleet second she wondered how he was. His dark features flitted in her mind and she gasped. What the hell was she feeling for him?! He abducted her for God’s sake. Was she losing her mind?!
Ciara sagged to the cold tile floor of the shower, her body racking as heartache took over.
What kind of person was she? Wanting another man while her heart mourned another? There were times that she ached for Xander’s touch even when his brother were threatening to rape her did her body flamed in need!
I don’t know myself anymore! What happened to me?
All her strength drained from her as her emotions escaped in ragged sobs.
“Ciara?”
She cowered into a corner as his hoarse voice called out to her. The door of the shower slammed back and she sat in a sorry heap, her legs locked together, pulled up tightly against her body, her face buried in her hands.
“Baby, what the matter?” his touch was almost more painful than the concern in his voice.
She refused to answer, her heart was shattered, her pride was left somewhere at Xander’s home, never to be retrieved again.
Jon swooped down, lifting her into his arms, he walked wordlessly towards the bedroom, his lips pressed into her wet hair.
He sat on the edge of the bed, settling her on his thighs, he kept her safe. Never saying a word, he rocked her gently. His love and understanding for her seeped through her skin. His calm thoughts flowed through her mind, relaxing her muscles, easing her sorrow.
Ciara’s arms felt suddenly heavy, dropping them onto her lap, she sagged against his chest, her face resting against his chest.
They sat in silence; her hiccups the only sound in the room.
Jon’s hand cradled her head against his chest, raising it slightly, he stroked, sweeping her tumultuous emotions from her.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice drifted towards her.
She shook her head, turning her face, she clutched his free hand, bringing it to her face.
Jon focused on her thoughts but was taken aback as he found a void there.
“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me baby but I respect it. Whenever you’re ready…I’ll be here.”
Her gorgeous, emerald eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at him.
“If you should ever read my thoughts, you will hate me. I’ve taught myself to keep my mind blank, it was safer that way.”
Jon’s face took on a murderous glare, swallowing a few times, Ciara could see he was forcing his emotions under control.
“Was he violent with you?”
“Jon…I don’t want to talk about it, not now, ok? Xander didn’t always like what I was thinking, so I figured out how to clear my mind. ” Her eyelashes sparkled with new tears.
Fury cut through him like a knife.
I’ll fucking kill him. What has she gone through?! She couldn’t even think what she wanted? What kind of a sick fuck was he?
Tipping her chin to meet his icy stare, he prompted.
“Was there someone else too? A brother? What the hell went on there? “His voice seemed calm, but the violence in his eyes chilled her to the bone.
“How?...when I was sleeping?”
He nodded.
“There was a brother, Gorgios, the vampire that attacked me that night…”
“’…in the alley.”
“Yes.” Her lips quivered.
“Where is he now? How did Xander protect you against him?” Jon paled as he bit the words out, he was almost sure he knew the answer.
“His dead.”
A jolt thundered through him.
“His own brother killed him? What the fuck?”
“He tried to hurt me..Xander protected me. He saved me from his brother.”
Jon didn’t like the way she said it. Did she have feelings for the vampire? She almost seemed to admire the fucker.
“Baby…what happened? Did he rape you?”
Ciara stunned face was more than he could take and he pulled her into his chest.
Her tiny voice escaped from his steely embrace.
“He tried to…but Xander came just in time.” She shivered as Gorgios death gurgle invaded her mind. The wall crumbled and Jon was thrown into her memories. He saw her on the bed, Giorgos on top of her, ripping her nightgown, his fangs hacking into her, swallowing greedily. Jon felt her shiver as her thoughts took her too his assault, the cruel way he molded her breasts, his erection pressing into her. A pain sliced through Jon’s chest as her fear and pain pummeled into him. Suddenly the vampire with the crimson eyes was in the room. Ciara didn’t watch the bloody clash and all Jon could tap in was her shock and horror and then he saw the dying vampire through her minds eye. Xander came for her, his bloodied, injured state upset Ciara and when she stripped him off his bloodied and stepped with him in the shower the wall came up again and he was spat out, an unwelcome intruder in her thoughts.
Jon wanted to shake her, demanding that she opened up but her slumped, shivering body kept him from pushing her.
What happened in that shower? What happened after that? He swallowed at the bile worming its way up.
He kissed her temple.
“Thank you for letting me in, showing me what happened . I can understand that you’re not ready to tell me everything and its okay. But when you want to…you know what to do.”
She seemed wary of him as he whispered against her temple. Did she lose her trust in him?
“We need to get dressed, we have a plane to catch in a few hours and I still need to feed you. I almost forgot you needed food.”
He smiled. Ciara offered a wobbly smile as well.
The woman before him was a wounded, traumatized little girl. It was time to take the hurt away even if it was for just little while.
His face lit up, looking years younger he flashed his famous smile.
“You ready for some sun and sea?”
“Definitely.” Her smile belied her haunted eyes and another chip splintered from his heart .
“Come ‘ere darlin’.” She rushed into his arms. “Everything is going to be ok.”
Not wanting to wake him, she eased the hand cupping her breast, sliding slowly from the bed. Her eyes came into focus and she froze.
She wasn’t in his home anymore, she was…
Oh God! She jerked around and there he was, Jon. All mussed up from their lovemaking…they have made love!
Pushing from the bed, she suppressed a slight moan as her muscles bemoaned their fragile state. Her thighs were aching, the apex of her thighs were so tender. Padding lightly towards the bathroom she closed the door behind her. Staring in the mirror she saw a stranger there. Her skin had a tinge of blood smeared, here and there, two tiny holes confirmed his need for her. Remembering the other two puncture wounds, she brushed her skin there. It was gone…Jon didn’t like the sight of another vampire’s mark on her and had made sure to remove it and replace it with his own.
Her eyes dropped to her swollen breasts. Her breasts seemed bigger, her nipples puckered, both seemed heavy, sore. Her hands cupped each weight and she winced.
Was there a place on her body that didn’t ache?
She turned towards the shower and opened the taps. Setting the water to the correct temperature, she stepped in, lifting her face she marveled at the generous fingers massaging her sensitive skin.
Slipping the soap over every inch of skin, the past few weeks replayed in her mind. Tears flowed as regret, fear and shame overwhelmed her.
The dark, claws of guilt anchored into her soul. Chimala’s face on her deathbed haunted her. Everything was her fault, Chimala’s death was on her hands. She had placed herself in danger running from Jon’s protection. She had put herself in harm’s way, in Xander’s way and now he was going to pay for it too! All he wanted was someone to love…he loved her, worshipped her and what did she give him? For a fleet second she wondered how he was. His dark features flitted in her mind and she gasped. What the hell was she feeling for him?! He abducted her for God’s sake. Was she losing her mind?!
Ciara sagged to the cold tile floor of the shower, her body racking as heartache took over.
What kind of person was she? Wanting another man while her heart mourned another? There were times that she ached for Xander’s touch even when his brother were threatening to rape her did her body flamed in need!
I don’t know myself anymore! What happened to me?
All her strength drained from her as her emotions escaped in ragged sobs.
“Ciara?”
She cowered into a corner as his hoarse voice called out to her. The door of the shower slammed back and she sat in a sorry heap, her legs locked together, pulled up tightly against her body, her face buried in her hands.
“Baby, what the matter?” his touch was almost more painful than the concern in his voice.
She refused to answer, her heart was shattered, her pride was left somewhere at Xander’s home, never to be retrieved again.
Jon swooped down, lifting her into his arms, he walked wordlessly towards the bedroom, his lips pressed into her wet hair.
He sat on the edge of the bed, settling her on his thighs, he kept her safe. Never saying a word, he rocked her gently. His love and understanding for her seeped through her skin. His calm thoughts flowed through her mind, relaxing her muscles, easing her sorrow.
Ciara’s arms felt suddenly heavy, dropping them onto her lap, she sagged against his chest, her face resting against his chest.
They sat in silence; her hiccups the only sound in the room.
Jon’s hand cradled her head against his chest, raising it slightly, he stroked, sweeping her tumultuous emotions from her.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice drifted towards her.
She shook her head, turning her face, she clutched his free hand, bringing it to her face.
Jon focused on her thoughts but was taken aback as he found a void there.
“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me baby but I respect it. Whenever you’re ready…I’ll be here.”
Her gorgeous, emerald eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at him.
“If you should ever read my thoughts, you will hate me. I’ve taught myself to keep my mind blank, it was safer that way.”
Jon’s face took on a murderous glare, swallowing a few times, Ciara could see he was forcing his emotions under control.
“Was he violent with you?”
“Jon…I don’t want to talk about it, not now, ok? Xander didn’t always like what I was thinking, so I figured out how to clear my mind. ” Her eyelashes sparkled with new tears.
Fury cut through him like a knife.
I’ll fucking kill him. What has she gone through?! She couldn’t even think what she wanted? What kind of a sick fuck was he?
Tipping her chin to meet his icy stare, he prompted.
“Was there someone else too? A brother? What the hell went on there? “His voice seemed calm, but the violence in his eyes chilled her to the bone.
“How?...when I was sleeping?”
He nodded.
“There was a brother, Gorgios, the vampire that attacked me that night…”
“’…in the alley.”
“Yes.” Her lips quivered.
“Where is he now? How did Xander protect you against him?” Jon paled as he bit the words out, he was almost sure he knew the answer.
“His dead.”
A jolt thundered through him.
“His own brother killed him? What the fuck?”
“He tried to hurt me..Xander protected me. He saved me from his brother.”
Jon didn’t like the way she said it. Did she have feelings for the vampire? She almost seemed to admire the fucker.
“Baby…what happened? Did he rape you?”
Ciara stunned face was more than he could take and he pulled her into his chest.
Her tiny voice escaped from his steely embrace.
“He tried to…but Xander came just in time.” She shivered as Gorgios death gurgle invaded her mind. The wall crumbled and Jon was thrown into her memories. He saw her on the bed, Giorgos on top of her, ripping her nightgown, his fangs hacking into her, swallowing greedily. Jon felt her shiver as her thoughts took her too his assault, the cruel way he molded her breasts, his erection pressing into her. A pain sliced through Jon’s chest as her fear and pain pummeled into him. Suddenly the vampire with the crimson eyes was in the room. Ciara didn’t watch the bloody clash and all Jon could tap in was her shock and horror and then he saw the dying vampire through her minds eye. Xander came for her, his bloodied, injured state upset Ciara and when she stripped him off his bloodied and stepped with him in the shower the wall came up again and he was spat out, an unwelcome intruder in her thoughts.
Jon wanted to shake her, demanding that she opened up but her slumped, shivering body kept him from pushing her.
What happened in that shower? What happened after that? He swallowed at the bile worming its way up.
He kissed her temple.
“Thank you for letting me in, showing me what happened . I can understand that you’re not ready to tell me everything and its okay. But when you want to…you know what to do.”
She seemed wary of him as he whispered against her temple. Did she lose her trust in him?
“We need to get dressed, we have a plane to catch in a few hours and I still need to feed you. I almost forgot you needed food.”
He smiled. Ciara offered a wobbly smile as well.
The woman before him was a wounded, traumatized little girl. It was time to take the hurt away even if it was for just little while.
His face lit up, looking years younger he flashed his famous smile.
“You ready for some sun and sea?”
“Definitely.” Her smile belied her haunted eyes and another chip splintered from his heart .
“Come ‘ere darlin’.” She rushed into his arms. “Everything is going to be ok.”
Chapter 157
For a breathless few moments Ciara stopped breathing as she felt him at her entrance. Her womb clenched…her womanhood was soaked with her eagerness.
Ciara was sure her heart stopped the moment she felt him nudge her entrance. Watching him as he slid home she shuddered as his length stretched her, filling her to the hilt.
A smile broke on his passion filled face.
“Ciara… baby…breathe”
Her pent up breathe mingled with a feminine cry left her throat as he pulled slightly back and shoved deeper.
Her buttocks were balanced on his hands, lifting her higher she opened up even more. Was it possible that he could fill her even deeper?
Ciara was sure the world was spinning. Never in her life had she experienced lovemaking so intense, so devastating.
Their bodies locked together, she met each thrust with her own. Her eyes never left his, her breathe never returned and with each plunge of his powerful body she died a little in his arms.
Jon stared at his angel lost in their lovemaking. Soft, mewling cries drifted from her swollen lips, Tiny ringlets of her hair plastered against her sweaty face. Their bodies were slick with sweat, her body pulled at him, pulsing around his steel, keeping him captive, keeping him right there…
She was never as beautiful to him as she was at that moment. All emotions flowed from her, her dark slumberous eyes shined with love, her hands worshipped the planes of his body.
Ciara was sure she couldn’t stand his unbridled lovemaking any longer. His thrusts were getting stronger, lifting her hips from the bed with every rhythmic pulse of his hips.
Jon fangs scraped along her skin, giving her pleasure and pain. As he reached her exposed neck, her hands clutched his nape. Her lips moved against his jaw and he stilled for a breathless moment.
“Feed from me …”
“I’m going to hurt you baby…Oh Gooodddd.” Ciara had flicked her hips upwards, dipping her mouth lower, she nipped his throat.
Leaning back into the pillows, she locked her fingers in his hair, pulling him down towards her.
His rumble shook his body, vibrating against her skin. His tongue licked slowly over the ticking vein, he poised…and bit down.
The moment his fangs punched into her skin Ciara was thrown into a stupefying world of color and immense pleasure.
Her scream was deafening in his ears, her violent tremors caught him unawares, and as her blood spilled into his mouth they were thrown into the ultimate culmination two bodies could possibly achieve.
Ciara felt him swell and pulse within her, his arms held her safe, his body overpowered her, demanding her release and she whimpered as her womb pulsed wildly.
His mouth surged strongly against her throat, her body rippled endlessly, wave after wave swept through her, never easing its grip on her.
Ciara moaned pitifully when he extracted his fangs, she didn’t want to break the closeness. She wanted him to need her…
Leaning closer to the shell of her ear, he licked playfully, his voice but a whisper.
“I need you baby…in every damn way a man could need his woman…but I just need you that little bit more…you are the only one that can satisfied my needs… ”
Ciara gripped the blonde sweaty bangs as it disappeared once again between her breasts. She was on a high that didn’t seem to lose its strength, even after her violent climax, she still wanted more.
He stilled above her, shielding her with his body, he balanced his weight carefully, not wanting to part with her but didn’t want to cause her any discomfort either.
Their breaths matched in perfect unison, their bodies glistened with sweat.
Ciara felt limbless as she lay beneath him, stamping kisses along his shoulder, she thought her heart might burst.
She felt him shift against her, her circling fingers stilled as she expected him to slide from her but she was so wrong and to her surprise she felt herself come alive once again.
His throaty laugh brought his face into focus and she smiled self consciously. Was it even possible? He was still hard inside her. Her insides clamped yet again.
“Oooh yes its possible. Remember you are an Enepsigos. Your body ache for mine and as God is my witness, I can’t get enough of you…never enough.” His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly rammed deeper into her. Her gasp and her huge dark eyes stoked the fires deep within and his body surged, filling her, giving her every inch he had.
“Ooooh….God…Jon!” His lovemaking woke a storm from within, just as she thought the hurricane might destroy her, he was there to save her, taking her to an even higher level she had never thought possible.
Ciara latched onto a male nipple, nibbling restlessly, she suddenly bit down, drawing blood. There was only one thing missing and that she intended to get…her way.
Strong hands gripped her thighs and he kept trusting, each stroke deeper…harder than the next.
“Take it baby! Do you want more…I’ll give you more…” his finger stroked just above his nipple in one fluent motion and suddenly the scent was there…strong, overwhelmingly delectable.
Ciara was so wrapped up with the taste of him in her mouth and him so deep inside that she only realized he had changed position when her knees dug into the mattress.
Her thighs clamped his hips, she didn’t know if it was even possible but he penetrated even deeper and she didn’t know where he began, and she ended. They were one…one movement…one heartbeat.
His hands gripped her hips, picking her up with his strong hands, he slammed her down, and with every stroke Ciara lost herself that little bit more.
Jon heard her hissed as he flattened her breasts against his chest. He didn’t want space between them tonight, only skin on skin, breath mingled with breath. Jon gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders, her hair cascaded down her back and with every sure stroke, he felt her breasts jingle against his.
Ciara shuddered as her climax crashed over her, her walls pulsed, milking his shaft rhythmically.
Jon groaned as he felt her walls close around him, she was so tight he thought he might hurt her but her moans told him otherwise.
The energy drained from her in one fell swoop. She collapsed against him, her body heaving, her heartbeat a loud gallop in their ears.
A soft laugh tumbled from his lips and her eyes followed his source of his humor.
Their bodies were covered in shed blood, his and hers…dark smudges smeared down her breasts, covering her stomach. Ciara watched in horror as he snickered, his tongue darted out, tracing lazy circles over her breasts, ridding her skin of their blood.
It took him a while and by the looks of it he enjoyed it immensely. Easing her slowly off him he tumbled her onto the bed, his mouth fused with hers, stealing her newly found breath.
Jon settled back, pushing from the bed, he was about to stand up when she grabbed his wrist.
“Wait….don’t I get to return the favor?”
He stilled as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Raising up to her knees, she began her onslaught from his navel, working her way slowly upwards.
The taste of her own blood mingled with his tasted foreign to her and she faltered for a moment.
“Don’t you like your own taste?” he hissed as she dipped her tongue in his navel, nipping her way higher. She liked the power she had over him…
After a torturous few minutes spend on his chest and over his nipples, he cupped her chin, lifting her face for his kiss.
He could feel her body slacking, her mind growing weary. She was fully satisfied…for now.
The thought of her begging him to take her, easing her unquenchable lust harden his body yet again and he pulled the sheets aside, easing her back.
“You need your sleep Sweetheart. You will be ready for my loving in a few hours time…until then…sweet dreams.”
The last thing she felt was his lips on her temple, and his arms pulling her closer, shielding her body with his.
Ciara was sure her heart stopped the moment she felt him nudge her entrance. Watching him as he slid home she shuddered as his length stretched her, filling her to the hilt.
A smile broke on his passion filled face.
“Ciara… baby…breathe”
Her pent up breathe mingled with a feminine cry left her throat as he pulled slightly back and shoved deeper.
Her buttocks were balanced on his hands, lifting her higher she opened up even more. Was it possible that he could fill her even deeper?
Ciara was sure the world was spinning. Never in her life had she experienced lovemaking so intense, so devastating.
Their bodies locked together, she met each thrust with her own. Her eyes never left his, her breathe never returned and with each plunge of his powerful body she died a little in his arms.
Jon stared at his angel lost in their lovemaking. Soft, mewling cries drifted from her swollen lips, Tiny ringlets of her hair plastered against her sweaty face. Their bodies were slick with sweat, her body pulled at him, pulsing around his steel, keeping him captive, keeping him right there…
She was never as beautiful to him as she was at that moment. All emotions flowed from her, her dark slumberous eyes shined with love, her hands worshipped the planes of his body.
Ciara was sure she couldn’t stand his unbridled lovemaking any longer. His thrusts were getting stronger, lifting her hips from the bed with every rhythmic pulse of his hips.
Jon fangs scraped along her skin, giving her pleasure and pain. As he reached her exposed neck, her hands clutched his nape. Her lips moved against his jaw and he stilled for a breathless moment.
“Feed from me …”
“I’m going to hurt you baby…Oh Gooodddd.” Ciara had flicked her hips upwards, dipping her mouth lower, she nipped his throat.
Leaning back into the pillows, she locked her fingers in his hair, pulling him down towards her.
His rumble shook his body, vibrating against her skin. His tongue licked slowly over the ticking vein, he poised…and bit down.
The moment his fangs punched into her skin Ciara was thrown into a stupefying world of color and immense pleasure.
Her scream was deafening in his ears, her violent tremors caught him unawares, and as her blood spilled into his mouth they were thrown into the ultimate culmination two bodies could possibly achieve.
Ciara felt him swell and pulse within her, his arms held her safe, his body overpowered her, demanding her release and she whimpered as her womb pulsed wildly.
His mouth surged strongly against her throat, her body rippled endlessly, wave after wave swept through her, never easing its grip on her.
Ciara moaned pitifully when he extracted his fangs, she didn’t want to break the closeness. She wanted him to need her…
Leaning closer to the shell of her ear, he licked playfully, his voice but a whisper.
“I need you baby…in every damn way a man could need his woman…but I just need you that little bit more…you are the only one that can satisfied my needs… ”
Ciara gripped the blonde sweaty bangs as it disappeared once again between her breasts. She was on a high that didn’t seem to lose its strength, even after her violent climax, she still wanted more.
He stilled above her, shielding her with his body, he balanced his weight carefully, not wanting to part with her but didn’t want to cause her any discomfort either.
Their breaths matched in perfect unison, their bodies glistened with sweat.
Ciara felt limbless as she lay beneath him, stamping kisses along his shoulder, she thought her heart might burst.
She felt him shift against her, her circling fingers stilled as she expected him to slide from her but she was so wrong and to her surprise she felt herself come alive once again.
His throaty laugh brought his face into focus and she smiled self consciously. Was it even possible? He was still hard inside her. Her insides clamped yet again.
“Oooh yes its possible. Remember you are an Enepsigos. Your body ache for mine and as God is my witness, I can’t get enough of you…never enough.” His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly rammed deeper into her. Her gasp and her huge dark eyes stoked the fires deep within and his body surged, filling her, giving her every inch he had.
“Ooooh….God…Jon!” His lovemaking woke a storm from within, just as she thought the hurricane might destroy her, he was there to save her, taking her to an even higher level she had never thought possible.
Ciara latched onto a male nipple, nibbling restlessly, she suddenly bit down, drawing blood. There was only one thing missing and that she intended to get…her way.
Strong hands gripped her thighs and he kept trusting, each stroke deeper…harder than the next.
“Take it baby! Do you want more…I’ll give you more…” his finger stroked just above his nipple in one fluent motion and suddenly the scent was there…strong, overwhelmingly delectable.
Ciara was so wrapped up with the taste of him in her mouth and him so deep inside that she only realized he had changed position when her knees dug into the mattress.
Her thighs clamped his hips, she didn’t know if it was even possible but he penetrated even deeper and she didn’t know where he began, and she ended. They were one…one movement…one heartbeat.
His hands gripped her hips, picking her up with his strong hands, he slammed her down, and with every stroke Ciara lost herself that little bit more.
Jon heard her hissed as he flattened her breasts against his chest. He didn’t want space between them tonight, only skin on skin, breath mingled with breath. Jon gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders, her hair cascaded down her back and with every sure stroke, he felt her breasts jingle against his.
Ciara shuddered as her climax crashed over her, her walls pulsed, milking his shaft rhythmically.
Jon groaned as he felt her walls close around him, she was so tight he thought he might hurt her but her moans told him otherwise.
The energy drained from her in one fell swoop. She collapsed against him, her body heaving, her heartbeat a loud gallop in their ears.
A soft laugh tumbled from his lips and her eyes followed his source of his humor.
Their bodies were covered in shed blood, his and hers…dark smudges smeared down her breasts, covering her stomach. Ciara watched in horror as he snickered, his tongue darted out, tracing lazy circles over her breasts, ridding her skin of their blood.
It took him a while and by the looks of it he enjoyed it immensely. Easing her slowly off him he tumbled her onto the bed, his mouth fused with hers, stealing her newly found breath.
Jon settled back, pushing from the bed, he was about to stand up when she grabbed his wrist.
“Wait….don’t I get to return the favor?”
He stilled as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Raising up to her knees, she began her onslaught from his navel, working her way slowly upwards.
The taste of her own blood mingled with his tasted foreign to her and she faltered for a moment.
“Don’t you like your own taste?” he hissed as she dipped her tongue in his navel, nipping her way higher. She liked the power she had over him…
After a torturous few minutes spend on his chest and over his nipples, he cupped her chin, lifting her face for his kiss.
He could feel her body slacking, her mind growing weary. She was fully satisfied…for now.
The thought of her begging him to take her, easing her unquenchable lust harden his body yet again and he pulled the sheets aside, easing her back.
“You need your sleep Sweetheart. You will be ready for my loving in a few hours time…until then…sweet dreams.”
The last thing she felt was his lips on her temple, and his arms pulling her closer, shielding her body with his.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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.
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.
Chapter 155
Ciara felt her knees buckle as his blood spurted past his mouth. Easing his fangs from his skin, he felt the dark liquid stream though the puncture wounds.
Ciara felt shame as her heart galloped by the mere thought of her using him for her own needs. He turned towards her, waiting…
“Drink up…” her mouth suddenly meshed with his, tasting the warm, fresh blood on his lips she moaned. He didn’t allow the kiss for too long and moved slightly from her, directing her towards his offering.
She latched on like a starving baby, suckling greedily she grab hold of his wrist, keeping him there.
She didn’t realise her eyes had drifted close until they shot open when his growl reached her ears.
His blonde head was tilted backwards, his face bathed by the moon streaming through the window. He swallowed, his adam’s apple jumping in his throat.
The urge to feel it moving underneath her tongue was greater than her hunger and she changed her focus. Spanning his chest with her hands, she stroked upwards, touching the bulge in his neck tentatively. Closing the last remaining space between them she sighed as her lips found its target. He swallowed again and she nibbled, nipping at the skin drawn to tightly over the bulge in his neck.
“Ciara!”
His hands tangled in her hair, keepin her right there, he gave her full reign. Her swollen lips mapped along his throat, tasting, teasing.
Scenes suddenly flashed in his mind and Jon stilled, his veins chilled by the things he had seen in her darkest, troubled memories.
Ciara felt him stiffen.
An akward silence fell over them as Jon refused to meet her questioning gaze.
“You need to rest.” His tongue flicked over the puncture wounds, hie eyes seemed dark, stormy…
Shame washed over her heated limbs and she stumbled over her words.
“I…I am tired. I think I need to shower first.” Her hands touched the stickiness of his blood smeared in her hair. She would do anything right now just to get away from his aloofness. Was it judgement she saw in his eyes or disdain?
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He rubbed his eyes and turned away. Her thoughts cut though him, was he that obvious? Would he ever be able to erase the scenes from his mind?
Ciara stepped out of the shower her mind in a rush but her craving soothed, satisfied with the blood her mate had given her.
Slipping the towel from her overheated skin, she searched the room for Jon but she was alone, feeling deserted…unwanted.
Sliding onto the cool, fresh sheets she fought to keep her eyelids open, she wanted to wait for him but her body had decided otherwise.
Staring at the soft rustle of the curtains dancing in the breeze, she sighed as sleep claimed her, his name on her lips.
Jon stepped from the shadows, his eyes burning onto the slim, naked woman in his bed. Her face was relaxed in deep sleep, her arms, clutched his pillow like a child would cradle a teddy bear. From where he stood he could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the sickly scent of another vampire stamped into her skin. His eyes drifted towards the dark puncture wounds taunting him just above the dark womanly curls covering her womanhood.
The smell of his own blood alerted him that his nails were digging into his palms and he flicked the open cuts towards his mouth, closing it.
He felt the irresistible urge to rip Xander’s stamp from her skin, replacing it with his own, but as he lowered his mouth towards the tiny holes, he licked tentatively, willing them to heal, watching as they sealed shut.
A soft sigh whispered from her lips, easing onto her back, he swallowed at the saliva pooling into his mouth. Even in sleep, she begged for his touch…his or Xander’s?
Hatred cut like barbed wire through his guts and he felt the deft slice as his fangs ripped through his gums. Peeling his lips back he swore he could taste her on his tongue already, her thick, sweet nectar spilling into his mouth, streaming down his throat.
He was about to swoop down and take what he craved when her body stiffened, her hands coming up in defense.
“Please Jon, not like this…I…just can’t…”
Shame threatened to choke him. The fear in her eyes and the shiver in her voice froze him and all he could do was stare at her quivering body, cursing himself for being so unrestrained.
Jon knifed from the bed.
“Jon! Please don’t …don’t leave me alone. I’m scared of my own nightmares…will you stay with me and when it gets too bad, will you wake me up?”
She was almost sure he was going to walk away. It was in his stiff shoulders and the way his fists bulged but he turned around nonetheless, the human Jon stared down at her, his handsome face tight, his jaw ticking.
She waited for his response, her beautiful, flushed face stared expectantly at his. The planes of her curves, were worshipped by the playfulness of the moonlight, dipping into the dark crevices and hightlighting the soft swelling stretching from her delicate neck to her feminine feet.
He stretched out beside her, pulling the sheet up and over her form, he waited …for God knows what.
Just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she turned towards him, her tiny voice driting towards his oversensitive ears.
“Will you hold me?”
His body was coiled like a snake ready to strike but he paced himself, turning slowly towards her, he opened his arms, feeling her shuffle closer, her hair brushed his arm, the scent of roses tickled his nostrils.
Ciara buried her flaming cheeks against his cool chest, sighing softly, she felt him shiver as her hot breath fanned his skin.
“Are you comfortable with your clothes on?” Her nose was rubbing across his naked chest, one hand clamped his shirt, the other brushing his cool skin.
“Yeah…I’m ok.”
She stilled for a moment, her breath hitched.
Rejection was a painful thing, especially if it came from Jon.
“G’night.” Her lips moved against his skin as the words got lost there.
“G’night Ciara.”
He didn’t say a word after that even when he felt her scalding tears soaked in his skin. There were no words only understanding for her pain and confusion.
His hand tangled into the dark, silky curls, stroking softly, he soothed her fear and guilt, lulling her until a deep slumber claimed her overwrought body.
Ciara felt shame as her heart galloped by the mere thought of her using him for her own needs. He turned towards her, waiting…
“Drink up…” her mouth suddenly meshed with his, tasting the warm, fresh blood on his lips she moaned. He didn’t allow the kiss for too long and moved slightly from her, directing her towards his offering.
She latched on like a starving baby, suckling greedily she grab hold of his wrist, keeping him there.
She didn’t realise her eyes had drifted close until they shot open when his growl reached her ears.
His blonde head was tilted backwards, his face bathed by the moon streaming through the window. He swallowed, his adam’s apple jumping in his throat.
The urge to feel it moving underneath her tongue was greater than her hunger and she changed her focus. Spanning his chest with her hands, she stroked upwards, touching the bulge in his neck tentatively. Closing the last remaining space between them she sighed as her lips found its target. He swallowed again and she nibbled, nipping at the skin drawn to tightly over the bulge in his neck.
“Ciara!”
His hands tangled in her hair, keepin her right there, he gave her full reign. Her swollen lips mapped along his throat, tasting, teasing.
Scenes suddenly flashed in his mind and Jon stilled, his veins chilled by the things he had seen in her darkest, troubled memories.
Ciara felt him stiffen.
An akward silence fell over them as Jon refused to meet her questioning gaze.
“You need to rest.” His tongue flicked over the puncture wounds, hie eyes seemed dark, stormy…
Shame washed over her heated limbs and she stumbled over her words.
“I…I am tired. I think I need to shower first.” Her hands touched the stickiness of his blood smeared in her hair. She would do anything right now just to get away from his aloofness. Was it judgement she saw in his eyes or disdain?
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He rubbed his eyes and turned away. Her thoughts cut though him, was he that obvious? Would he ever be able to erase the scenes from his mind?
Ciara stepped out of the shower her mind in a rush but her craving soothed, satisfied with the blood her mate had given her.
Slipping the towel from her overheated skin, she searched the room for Jon but she was alone, feeling deserted…unwanted.
Sliding onto the cool, fresh sheets she fought to keep her eyelids open, she wanted to wait for him but her body had decided otherwise.
Staring at the soft rustle of the curtains dancing in the breeze, she sighed as sleep claimed her, his name on her lips.
Jon stepped from the shadows, his eyes burning onto the slim, naked woman in his bed. Her face was relaxed in deep sleep, her arms, clutched his pillow like a child would cradle a teddy bear. From where he stood he could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the sickly scent of another vampire stamped into her skin. His eyes drifted towards the dark puncture wounds taunting him just above the dark womanly curls covering her womanhood.
The smell of his own blood alerted him that his nails were digging into his palms and he flicked the open cuts towards his mouth, closing it.
He felt the irresistible urge to rip Xander’s stamp from her skin, replacing it with his own, but as he lowered his mouth towards the tiny holes, he licked tentatively, willing them to heal, watching as they sealed shut.
A soft sigh whispered from her lips, easing onto her back, he swallowed at the saliva pooling into his mouth. Even in sleep, she begged for his touch…his or Xander’s?
Hatred cut like barbed wire through his guts and he felt the deft slice as his fangs ripped through his gums. Peeling his lips back he swore he could taste her on his tongue already, her thick, sweet nectar spilling into his mouth, streaming down his throat.
He was about to swoop down and take what he craved when her body stiffened, her hands coming up in defense.
“Please Jon, not like this…I…just can’t…”
Shame threatened to choke him. The fear in her eyes and the shiver in her voice froze him and all he could do was stare at her quivering body, cursing himself for being so unrestrained.
Jon knifed from the bed.
“Jon! Please don’t …don’t leave me alone. I’m scared of my own nightmares…will you stay with me and when it gets too bad, will you wake me up?”
She was almost sure he was going to walk away. It was in his stiff shoulders and the way his fists bulged but he turned around nonetheless, the human Jon stared down at her, his handsome face tight, his jaw ticking.
She waited for his response, her beautiful, flushed face stared expectantly at his. The planes of her curves, were worshipped by the playfulness of the moonlight, dipping into the dark crevices and hightlighting the soft swelling stretching from her delicate neck to her feminine feet.
He stretched out beside her, pulling the sheet up and over her form, he waited …for God knows what.
Just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she turned towards him, her tiny voice driting towards his oversensitive ears.
“Will you hold me?”
His body was coiled like a snake ready to strike but he paced himself, turning slowly towards her, he opened his arms, feeling her shuffle closer, her hair brushed his arm, the scent of roses tickled his nostrils.
Ciara buried her flaming cheeks against his cool chest, sighing softly, she felt him shiver as her hot breath fanned his skin.
“Are you comfortable with your clothes on?” Her nose was rubbing across his naked chest, one hand clamped his shirt, the other brushing his cool skin.
“Yeah…I’m ok.”
She stilled for a moment, her breath hitched.
Rejection was a painful thing, especially if it came from Jon.
“G’night.” Her lips moved against his skin as the words got lost there.
“G’night Ciara.”
He didn’t say a word after that even when he felt her scalding tears soaked in his skin. There were no words only understanding for her pain and confusion.
His hand tangled into the dark, silky curls, stroking softly, he soothed her fear and guilt, lulling her until a deep slumber claimed her overwrought body.
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