The ache, it's there when we're close and it has blossomed inside me, tangled with his warmth and his heartbeat, slowed to nearly null and I can almost taste the flush crawling across his skin.

The air around us heavy with the scent of want. He's got me held against this tree but his blades on the ground and his chest is on mine, with every breath he takes pressing on me hard and his thighs straddle mine. His eyes are burning,cold points of rage and hate and daring, demanding to be recognized as imposing and wanton. His cock is hard against my hip, through all these clothes, it's just a tease- a threat and then I grin. His expression hard and hot and raw.

I say, "Well, come on, Sweetheart." and glance him over. He's holding my wrists, arms pinned by my sides, we're nearly shoulder to shoulder but I'm bearing down into his eyes and with a breathless laugh I add, "If you can."

He's like a stone, not even the slightest tremor and I've seen that look before just as bodies fall lifeless at his feet and he's got his face, cheek next to mine, his lips breathing in my ear a demanding, "Don't move." Then my wrists are free, a sudden chill where his fingers had been burning into my skin but I hold them in place as his hands travel down me but he's rough. One hand on my chest while the other slides between my skin and the band of my pants. It doesn't hurt but it burns, the hottest touch and I can't have been harder in my life.

His hand is on me, tight, and I've growled before I know it. Let my teeth out and he's grinding up my thigh. There's no comfort for him there and my hips are pressing into him, the heat and pressure from his hand the sweetest angry fuck I've ever done.

Then his breath is on my neck. He's pressed as close as he can get, his fist moving slow, deliberate strokes that have me arched into his grip. I relax and fist my fingers, willing them to stay where he left them because there's nothing I'd rather do than force him to the ground and fuck him but they stay and his heart is pounding, suddenly the only thing I can hear, beating out this rhythm then his mouth is on my skin like every vampire sinks his teeth in but his teeth only graze, a titillating scrape then nip.

And he moans, the sound so raw like it rips itself from somewhere deep within him, let loose without intention or reserve and God damn it, that's all I can take. It's not even a fight, my mouth finds his, what should be a soft delight but it's not, it's harsh and needy our kiss like a battle with only one winner.

I'm thrusting in his grip and he's stroking with a purpose, and his heat is all around us like a fucking bomb has blasted in his center and his hand moved from my chest and is fisted in my hair and he's kissing me so desperately I've forgotten everything but here. In this moment, in his heat, with his hands on me, I am whole. I am complete.

All the building couldn't compare, I pull away to breathe and i'm coming and it's sweet and he's still thrusting on me, gasping for air but his hands relax their hold. He's still hard and he's still hot even as I'm relaxing. He goes to pull away and I move my hands like to catch him but He's quick to knock them back, "Don't." He says and turns, wiping his hand on the thigh of his jeans then swipes his forearm across his mouth.

"Kid," I say, " I can return the favor." but he doesn't even turn to face me. He keeps walking and I just let him. Like he could escape me? I'll give him time to cool down then I'll find him.

Anyway, Where would that Hunter be without his Fiend?