A/N: This piece is inspired by the deeply dark, lovely and twisted "The Curse" by Dream City Film Club. One of my favorite songs and it reminds me of thought that could be going through Eric's head as he watches Bill and Sookie. I find myself constantly inspired by music, so I have few short pieces I will be working on and posting to get them out of my head, so I can get back to Taste and After the Storm. Maybe they will turn into more? Reviews = inspiration! Should this be more than a one shot deal?
Forgive any typos, I still have no beta. :o)
Story note: I highly recommend You Tubing this song while you read. This is set after the season three finale and they dumped Russell. It ended there, Bill did not try to kill Eric and Sookie was not told of his betrayal.
As always, I do not own the TB characters or this song.
EPOV
Eric's fingers drummed on the table of his private booth while he surveyed his club. The lights were dim, but his eye site was not hindered. A TruBlood in front of him, he took a small sip, grimacing inwardly at the taste. He knew it could not compare to her taste. If he concentrated he could still taste her blood on his lips as he fed from her neck, stroking her blonde curls to soothe her as Russell ravaged her wrist. It had only been a few days, but it seemed like weeks.
He watched, as her body slowly moved with Bill's, the tempo of the song pulling her body as if on strings. Her hands slowly slid down Bill's body, her eyes locked with his. From where Eric was seated, he could see the tips of Bill's fangs peeking out from behind his lips.
Been betrayed by my loved one
May the sky turn black above
He scanned the bar, looking for something, anything to distract him. A fangbanger, perhaps…preferably blonde. Someone he could sink his teeth into- pun intended. Try as he might his eyes kept going back to her. He had been fighting his desire for her for months. First, she was a challenge. Bill had her, so he decided he wanted to take her just to show he could. Then he saw how useful her talents were and he decided she would be a valuable asset to him.
Her bottom rubbed against Bill, her arms reaching back, caressing his sides. He wanted to grab her by her curls and yank her away from that pathetic excuse for a vampire as her fingers slipped through Bill's hair.
Anger pulsed through his frame and he fought to control himself. He was, after all, the Sheriff. The fucking Viking, revered and envied, known for his cunning nature and frosty composure; he was not weak.
He caught Pam's cold gaze from across the bar. Her concern pushed through the crowd and into him, nearly overwhelming his senses. His eyes pierced into hers, daring her. Don't fuck with me, Pam, he thought. Not tonight. He had no control and he knew he would lash out at his child, whether she deserved it or not.
May they choke on each other's tongues
May the never fall in love
Sookie turned around, moving her body slowly against Bill. He watched as Bill wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer, melting into her. Her eyes slipped closed and Eric growled in his throat as Bill's hand stroked hers. His finely tuned hearing caught the soft moan that escaped her throat as Bill's finger stroked her pulse point.
He knew Bill could never safeguard Sookie the way she needed to be protected. Bill was pathetic and weak he would never be what Eric was, he did not embrace being a vampire, he shunned it and tried to live a human existence. Eric sneered, his eyes narrowing, taking in Sookie's hand as it reached in front of her, brushing her fingers against Bill's pants.
May his lack of faith disturb her
And the coldness of his hand
The leather of the booth squeaked against the leather of his jacket as he leaned back into the seat. The dance floor was crowded, Fangtasia has been busier than usual over the last month. A few dozen couples writhed together on the dance floor as the slow, sensual music worked them into a sexually charged state of mind. The song was liquid sex and watching Sookie move like she was dancing naked for him had his erection straining against his pants.
Sookie's skirt swayed gently with her movements. Her golden brown skin with her blonde curls resting against her shoulders made him ache for her. Never in his lifetime- before or after his turning- had someone wedged them self so firmly under his skin. Short of killing her, or meeting the sun, he knew he had no choice but to posses her.
When he had her in his office a few nights before, telling her he could not go to his final death without at least kissing her once, he felt her body give into his. He was certain of her feelings for him certain that if they survived Russell that she would indeed finally be his. Finally yield to him.
Russell was now firmly encased in cement and Sookie was encased in Bill's arms. He knew if he told Sookie what the Queen had planned for her and why Bill had moved back to Bon Temps, she would leave Bill. He knew it was his ace in the proverbial hole, but did not want to be the one to inflict such pain on her. His only hope was that Bill would tell her the truth.
May they choke on each other's tongues
May they never fall in love
Bill was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was well aware that it was only a matter of time before Eric shared his secret for him. Eric's eyes bore into him, as he compelled Bill to tell her that he had been sent to procure her for the Queen. He pushed all of his furry and control to Bill, his eyes widening and fangs dropping. His body came alive as he pulled himself to his full height in the booth.
Bill glance in his direction, startled. Tell her. Tell her or I will. Eric pushed his anger towards Bill. Fucking tell her. He saw Bill dip his head slightly and begin to speak in Sookie's ear. Bill could not resist the will of his Sheriff.
May they smother in their lust
May their desire turn stale
May their dreams turn to dust
May jealousy prevail
She slowed her dancing, listening to what Bill whispered to her. Eric fought back a smirk, knowing Bill was following his command. He watched her shake her head, turning to Bill in shock. Bill's hands reached out to grasp her shoulders, but she stepped back. He reached again, she moved again. They repeated this dance.
Eric slid out of his booth as Sookie's hand slapped Bill's check. He could feel the anger radiating off of her small frame as he walked towards her. His body was humming for her.
"Sookie," Bill implored her, desperate.
"Leave me alone, Bill," she spat out, slapping his hand away from her. "I fucking hate you! I hate you!"
Been betrayed by my loved one
May their sky turn black above
May they choke on each other's tongues
May they never fall in love
Bill reached for her again as Eric stopped between them, the warmth of her body heating his cold flesh as he neared her.
"No!" She yanked away from Bill.
May his lack of faith disturb her
And the coldness of his hand
May his distance confuse her
May she never understand
"Bill, I think it is time for you to leave," Eric said in a commanding voice. "Your presence here is no longer required- or wanted."
Bill stepped back in surprise, looking between Sookie and Eric. "Sookie-"
Eric moved in front of Sookie so quickly her hair blew in the wind he left as he moved. "NOW." He growled into Bill's face. Bill stepped back again.
Eric turned to Sookie as she raised a teary face to gaze into his eyes. She stepped closer to him, her hands at her sides. "Eric?"
"Compton! OUT OF MY BAR!" Eric roared over his shoulder. He turned back to Sookie, not bothering to watch Bill leave. He knew that Bill was not dumb enough to test his will any further.
Eric lowered his head to hers, briefly resting his forehead against hers, then raised his eyes to meet hers. "Yes?" His large hands wrapped around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. He could hear her heart pound.
"Did you know?" She whispered brokenly, begging him with her eyes.
Let the image of my face
Pressed up against her face
And the time she was mine
Burn into her mind
He searched frantically for an answer, something that would not sour her against him for all of eternity. He closed his eyes for a moment and he realized he would not, could not, tell her a lie. Not now. "Yes." His voice was low and even.
She shuddered as a small sob ripped from her throat, her head falling against his chest. Startled, relieved, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body tight against his, inhaling her scent. He half expected her to push him back.
"I haven't known for long." He said softly, winding one arm around her waist, the other around her back, so he could stroke her hair. He had wanted to touch her golden tresses since the moment she had walked into his bar. "I found out while at Russell's. I suspected before that, but I did not have proof."
She nodded and he could feel her tears through his shirt. Her grief was palpable.
He realized as they stood there together, their bodies slowly swaying to the music, that he had made this happen. He had cursed their love, coveted what had not been his and willed it to an end. His own desire had ruined Bill and brought this delicate creature to him.
"He never loved me, Eric," she wiped at a tear and allowed him to continue to comfort her. Her hand wrapped around his bicep, holding tightly. The other rested of his heart.
"I believe he did, as much as he was able," he responded in an even tone, not wanting to give his own feelings away. He could not let her see behind his mask. If she rejected him it would be the end of him. "It is very rare for a vampire to love a human."
She raised her head, deep blue eyes staring into his. "You said you care for me, Eric."
He inclined his head in agreement, measuring his words before he spoke. "Yes, I care for you." His hold on her hair tightened.
"You risked your own safety to come to me the other night, to protect me from the Were." Her voice was soft but he could hear every word. Every breath. "You saved me from Russell. You were going to meet the sun to make sure I was safe."
"I did." He agreed, his face stony. "I was." He would not soften. Although he had this intoxicating woman in his arms, he steeled his resolve.
"Because of my telepathy? My blood? Do you want to use me, too?" She stopped the movement of their bodies and looked up into his eyes. She asked her question as if she was afraid to hear his answer.
"While your telepathy is certainly a desirable gift for a vampire to posses, no, that is not why I came to you that night." His hand slipped up to the nape of her neck, clutching her hair tightly, longing to pull it and tilt her neck so that he could smell her skin, sink himself into her flesh. "Nor is that why I tricked Russell."
She was silent for a moment and he felt her hands slide under his jacket, embracing his back, sliding underneath his t-shirt. "Why then?"
He did not answer and his hand moved around from the nape of her neck to her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed as he touched her, his fingertips memorizing her face.
Let the image of my face
Pressed up against her face
And the time she as mine
Burn into her mind
Her breath caught in her throat and he could her heart beat faster. The scent of her blood was drawing him in; it would be so easy to lose himself to her.
"Why, Eric?" She asked again, her eyes never leaving his.
In them he could see her confusion, he knew she struggled with her feelings towards him. Love and hate were such a fine line for humans.
"Tell me." Her hands slid down to the waist of his jeans and she tugged him closer, hooking her fingers through his belt loops.
"To do this," he whispered, his voice heady with desire. He lowered his mouth to hers, taking her face in his hands. He pressed her warm lips against his, waiting for her response. He didn't know if she would accept him.
A soft moan escaped her lips as he felt her return the pressure of his kiss. Her wet tongue slipped out, tasting his lips. He answered with a groan from deep within his throat as he parted her lips and hungrily lathed his tongue within her mouth. Her hands fisted into his hair and all resolve slipped from him.
I've been betrayed by my loved one
May their sky turn black above
May they choke one each other's tongues
He faintly recalled that they were standing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people. He was surprised at Sookie's response in such a public place, how desperately her tongue sought his, although he had never been one to worry about it being the right time or place. He picked her up, stretching the length of her body against his. He groaned into her mouth as the weight of her rubbed against the tightness in his pants.
Swiftly, he cradled her into his arms and left the dance floor. She nestled her face into his neck, inhaling his scent slowly.
"Where are we going?" She whispered into his ear, her breath tickling his skin and sending tingles down his spine.
"Away from here," he answered, kicking open the back door and making his way to his car. He unlocked the door with his remote and placed her into the passenger seat of the corvette. In moments he was seated in the drivers side and they tore out of the parking lot.
His hand gripped the shifter as he flew through the gears in lightening speed. He was pushing his car to the limits, anxious to be alone with her. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he took a tight corner. Her hands were clasped in her lap, her eyes focused on his profile. He was taking her to his closest home. He needed her so desperately it was all he could do to not pull off to the side of the road, pull her out of the car and fuck her against the back of his car.
"You hurt me," she whispered quietly. Another tear slipped down her cheek.
He glanced at her sharply, surprised. "Tonight? I didn't mean to. How?"
She shook her head. "No," she cleared her throat to speak louder. "At Russell's. You told me you didn't care for me."
His foot slammed down on the gas pedal, thrusting her back into the leather of her seat. "I lied."
May they never fall in love
May they never fall in love
May they never fall in love
She nodded her response as he pulled up to a wrought iron gate that surrounded a large brick home. He punched in a code and scanned his fingers over the light. The gates opened and he raced up the winding drive. He came to a screeching stop and was around to her side of the car, pulling her out before she had even felt the car stop. Again he cradled her in his arms, taking the steps to the front door two at a time. They crossed over the threshold into the dark house. He knew she couldn't see anything so he held her to his chest and hurried up the stairs to the second floor.
"Where are we?" She asked as he headed towards the end of the hall. He stopped at a set of double doors, punched in another code and leaned into the wall. A blue ray of light scanned his eyes.
"One of my homes," he responded as the doors clicked and swung open. He closed them and turned to the second set of doors and followed the same process. Once opened, they were standing inside his large bedroom. He flicked on a soft light and strode across the room, letting her take in her surroundings.
A large king bed was the center of the room. Covered with a white down comforter and Egyptian cotton sheets and dozens of down pillows, he laid her down gently onto it.
He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a chair that sat in the corner near the floor to ceilings windows. She looked towards them, taking in the night sky and all the stars shimmering through the glass. She realized they were on a hill, overlooking the city.
"How can you sleep here? What about the sun?" She looked puzzled, sitting up on her elbows.
"The blinds are on a timer. They are light tight. At night, however, I do enjoy the sky," he stepped close to the bed, reaching for her foot. He slipped one black heel off, then the next. His fingers and hands roamed up her calves, to her thighs, reveling in the satin of her skin.
She regarded him with curiosity mixed with desire. Most overwhelming of all, he could taste her fear.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. His muscles in his chest flexed and his nipples hardened under her careful watch. He kicked off his shoes and stretched out next to her on the bed. He brushed her hair back from her face as she turned to look at him.
"What do you want from me, Eric?" She asked, catching his hand in hers. She brought his fingers to her mouth and she kissed each tip, before closing his hand over hers.
He shook his head. "Nothing, Sookie." His loose hand trailed down her shoulders, sliding the strap of her dress off.
"Nothing?" She said in surprise, a small smile crossing her lips.
He unknowingly smiled in return, shaking his head ruefully. "I don't want anything from you," he responded, emphasizing the 'from'.
"What is it then, Eric?" She watched as he slipped the other strap down, pulling her arm through it. The swell if her breast threatened to escape the top of the dress. He hardened when he realized she was not wearing a bra.
"I find myself wanting you, Sookie." He answered honestly, stopping his movements. His eyes caught hers and he willed her gaze to hold steady. He opened himself to her, giving her a glimpse inside, letting her see past his steely resolve into his desire for her, his craving to posses her.
"You want me?" Her fingers brushed against the stubble on his jaw, her thumb dipping into the dimple on his chin and he shivered.
"I do." He undid the first button on her dress and she shivered. One by one he snapped them open, taking in a ragged, unneeded breath as her breasts were at last exposed. "Do you want me?" His voice was soft as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her smooth, warm flesh. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation as he breathed onto her skin.
"Yes," she breathed out in response, her back arching her breasts towards him.
His pants were painfully tight and he reached down and opened them, allowing himself some relief. Her eyes widened as she followed his movements. He was not wearing underwear.
He chuckled softly under his breath, his tongue striking out and licking a pert nipple, sucking it between his lips. "Don't worry, lover. I will be gentle with you." He sucked her breast into his mouth, the scent of her flesh filling his senses. His fangs scraped against her and she shuddered. His hand kneaded her other breast, feeling the nipple grow hot under his touch. He longed to plunge himself into her warm, wet center, but he didn't want to rush her and scare her away. It had taken so long to bring her to him.
Her hands tentatively stroked over the skin of his back, down over his pecks, teasing his nipples with her fingers. He moved his body over hers, resting his weight between her legs. How he had longed to feel her like this!
She moaned again and pulled his mouth away from her breast, capturing his lips with own. Her tongue was frantic in his mouth, tasting him as equally as he was tasting her. He growled in response and hurriedly finished unbuttoning her dress, so that he could feel her bare skin against his.
"These are in the way," she said, tugging at his jeans. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked, watching as the red blush darkened her cheeks.
"Are they now?" He responded, sliding off the bed. She mewled in protest, reaching for him. He pushed the jeans down his hips and broad thighs, kicking them off his feet. His erection throbbed in her direction and she swallowed loudly. He chuckled again as he reached for her dress, sliding it out from under her. She lay before him, bare save the pair of white lacey panties. He ran his finger along the waistband and she shivered. "I do believe that now, these are in the way."
She nodded in agreement and her eyes flicked closed as he hooked his fingers into the fabric. He stilled, looking at her beautiful face. He had seen her bare before, when she had been brought to him after the Maenad attack. She had been in so much pain it had been nearly impossible for him to take pleasure in her nakedness, although he had tried. This time she was bare before him because she desired him as much as he desired her.
"Open your eyes, lover," he said in a commanding voice and her eyes flew open, startled. "One thing you will learn about me," he pulled her panties down swiftly, baring her shortly trimmed blonde hairs to him," is that I like it when you watch what I do to you."
Her cheeks flushed again and he was surprised at her innocence. Was Bill really not up to snuff? He shook his head and laugh lightly to himself. Of course he wasn't.
He joined her on the bed, his hard body covering her soft, warm one. His fingers traced down her side, stopping at her waist and his hand cupped her hip, bringing her against him. His erection pressed insistently against her thigh and he could barely hold back his desire to sheath himself into her.
His mouth joined with hers, his lips moving urgently against hers, all of the months of yearning nearly breaking him. He knew he could have taken her many times before, against her will. He knew she would have resisted at first out of some sort of sense of loyalty to Bill. He also knew she would have given in after the first stroke of his hand, the first feel of their bodies tangled together.
"May I taste you?" His voice didn't sound like his own as he kissed her neck, sucking it with his lips, the blood so close to the surface.
She nodded quickly and turned her head to the side.
"Not there," he breathed out, sliding down her body. Her eyes widened in alarm as he positioned himself between her legs. Her thighs trembled as he draped them over his shoulders. "What, my lover? Are you shy?" His tongue darted out, capturing a sweet drop of her passion. He groaned and licked her eagerly, needing and wanting to quench his hunger with her.
She let out a shuddering sigh. "No… one," she said in between gasps, her hands tightening in his hair. "Has..do-do-done this… before!" She cried out the last word as he pleasured her body.
He raised his head from between her long, slender legs, looking deeply into her lust filled blue eyes. His finger gently rubbed her folds, causing her to shudder again. "No one?" He asked, surprised.
She shook her head no.
He slipped his finger inside her and she cried out, his mouth followed his fingers, but not before he said," Then Bill was more of a fool than I thought." He assaulted her with his lips, his tongue and his fingers. Her juices drenched him and he lapped at them eagerly. He brought her to the edge of release over and over, refusing to let her climax. Her body writhed under his touch and he reached up to tease and pinch her nipple. She cried out, her hand covering his, tightening his hold. He slipped his hand out from under hers, covering her hand, showing her how he wanted her to fondle her breast. When he moved his hand away, hers followed.
"No," he breathed out, looking up at her. "Touch yourself for me." Both of her hands covered her breasts and she caressed and pinched them as he continued to lick her senseless.
"Eric, please," she cried out, at last reaching down to him, trying to pull his mouth away. "I am ready, please!"
He only shook his head and buried his mouth that much deeper into her and she cried out in frustration, her hands tightening and pulling his hair. The harder she pulled, the more turned on he became and the deeper he devoured her. His fingers plunged in and out and as he brought her to the edge once again, he slipped one hand under her bottom and lifted her to his mouth. He kept a steady pace as fingered her, determined to make her cum like she never had before. Her body arched and one hand grasped her breast so tightly, he saw the pale flesh pinken. Her other hand remained tightly wound in his hair and instead of pulling him away, she was burying him deeper. He ran his tongue over her clit repeatedly and he felt her walls begin to tense. Her breath caught and he realized he did not hear her breathing. His eyes locked onto hers as she fought to keep them open. They closed for a moment as she took in a deep breath and her mouth flew open into a quiet scream.
"Don't be quiet," he mumbled against her wetness. " I want to hear you scream for me."
Her hips bucked into his mouth, moving in time with his tongue and fingers and she screamed. "Eric! Oh God! Eric! Don't stop!" Her cries echoed off the walls and as she came around his face, his erection pulsed and throbbed for it's own release. "Inside me! Now! Please, inside me! I want you inside!"
He sat up so quickly he was a blur and rubbed his sensitive, wet tip against her clenching entrance. He held onto her hips and plunged inside. His cold skin burned with his desire for her as he felt her walls clenching around him. He set a rhythm that was leaving her breathless and his own voice came out in small grunts. He laid down over her and she wrapped her legs around his back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. Determined to keep her orgasming, he licked the skin of her breast, readying it for his bite. He held her eyes with his, watching for any hesitation. Her fingers pushed gently at the back of his neck and he sank his teeth into her, sucking her warm blood with his lips. It filled his mouth and trickled down his throat. He felt drunk with it and around him he could feel her cumming again. She cried out his name and he thought it was the best thing he ever heard.
He plunged into her over and over as he licked her breast, sealing her wound.
"Come for me, Eric," she said in strangled voice. Her blood was filling him with her warmth and desire, he knew she had never been pushed this far before.
"Only if you come with me," he growled, sitting back onto his knees. He pulled her with him, sitting her on his lap. She firmly planted her feet on either side of his leg and she raised herself up and down, meeting each of his thrusts with a satisfying smack. She ground he hips down onto him, swirling in a motion that drove him wild.
"Does this feel good?" She whispered shyly, kissing him on the mouth, sucking on his bottom lip.
"Yes," he replied, his fingers turning whiter than normal from how hard he was gripping her hips. "Does it feel good to you?"
She nodded quickly, her tongue gently stroking the tip of his fang. "Everything you are doing to me feels so good, Eric."
He groaned in response and leaned back on one hand, shoving into her at a different angle. She responded in kind, mimicking his movements. She threw her head back and rotated her hips with his, taking him deeply inside of her.
She shook her head in frustration and looked into his questioning eyes. "I can't get close enough to you," she cried out, tears pricking her eyes. "No matter how close it is, it isn't enough."
He leaned forward, pulling her against him as he lay onto his back. His tongue wrapped around hers as she braced herself on her knees and kept a steady pace. Sweat broke out on her skin and he licked it off her neck. "Drink me," he whispered into her ear. "Taste me. It will give you the closeness you desire."
She moaned as his teeth nibbled her ear lobe. "How? Where?" He could feel her frantic in her desire and it made his blood boil.
"Wherever you want, lover. You're going to have to bite me," he continued to suck on her neck, dragging his teeth in circles.
She shuddered against him," I won't hurt you?"
He chuckled softly, sexily. "No, lover. You can't hurt me."
She nuzzled into his neck, her lips and tongue kissing and sucking him into oblivion. He felt her teeth graze him and he steeled himself for her bite, ready to make his. She bit down as hard she could and he cried out, partially in surprise, but mainly for the desire that engorged him further. She sucked on his blood greedily and he bit down as well and they feasted and rocked their bodies together.
He felt her invade his mind and he was startled, but the lust that was rocketing through him quickly pushed it aside. He pumped up into her and she responded by crashing her hips down against him. He took another mouthful of her blood before he came and he cried out, as he felt her began to climax around him.
He threw his head back and roared, unable to keep his eyes open as his orgasm took over his whole being. As she came she continued to suck his neck, crying out around his wound. She lost all control and began to scream his name as she rocked her hips wildly against his. His arms held her tight to him, his tongue licking the blood trickling from her neck as she shuddered violently over him. He emptied into her and her nails dug into his back as she reached around him to hug him tight. Her wetness coated him, pooling around his pelvis and he savored the feeling. Their bodies slowed, little cries of pleasure still coming from her throat.
He rolled them over, laying her gently onto her back. Her eyes watched his in wonder as he placed soft kisses on her face. His hips continued to gently pump into her, the ending waves of their orgasms tingling through both of them. His forehead he leaned against hers.
"Eric," she said, her voice music to his ears. She caught his lips again before she continued. "Was that…I mean… did I?"
He cocked his head to the side, listening to her mind, trying to decipher what she was asking. He felt her confusion and insecurity. "That was amazing, lover." He assured her, stroking the side of her face. "I honestly don't remember when a human last pleased me so much."
Hurt flashed in her eyes and he rethought his words. Not the right thing to say, he chided himself. "Allow me to try that again, Sookie." He kissed her soundly on the mouth and then bent to whisper in her ear. "I have never been fucked so thoroughly in my long life, alive or dead." He nodded assuredly, certain he had found the right words.
She laughed quietly. "Well, coming from you that is pretty romantic." Her eyes sparkled and she rubbed her cheek against his.
Her scent intoxicated him and he just wanted to continue to rub himself all over her and fuck her senseless. He twitched inside of her and he could feel that he was getting hard again.
He stared down at her, truly amazed that she was here with him. He didn't have to lie to her, trick her or deceive her. She came willingly. He didn't even have to be the one to tell her about Bill. It couldn't have worked out better if he had planned it himself. But still…something was off. He continued to plunder her thoughts until he found what he was looking for. His face took on a look of shock and surprise, but he forced it back to its usual unreadable state. "You have never had an orgasm before, that is what you were trying to ask me." He stared down at her curious.
Her cheeks flamed red and she buried her face into his strong shoulder. "No," she mumbled around his skin.
"Dear one," he spoke quietly," Look at me. That is nothing for you to be ashamed of. If anything, your prior lover should be deeply aggrieved for failing you so. A man is not a man if he does not bring pleasure to his woman first, above all else."
Her mouth gaped open in shock at his words. Maybe he had said too much. "Well, I don't know if it was his fault," she said, still embarrassed. "I thought maybe I was broken."
He laughed loud and it rumbled from deep in his belly. Her eyes widened in anger and he quickly shook his head, stilling his laughter. "No, no, Sookie. I am not laughing at you. Believe me, my lover, you are far from broken." He kissed her again savagely and moved once inside her.
She returned his kiss with vigor and gasped as she felt him harden again fully.
"In fact," he whispered into her mouth," let me show you how not broken you are. I will make you scream for me again."
She smiled into his kiss and responded, "Promises, promises…" and her voice turned into a low moan as he hips worked their magic. No one could fuck like a Viking.