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.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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.”
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