The Woman I Love
DG32173
Sarah: chapter 2 is here! Please enjoy! Reviews are most welcome!
Chapter 2
I Can't Resist You
"One bed or two?" I ask as I pull into the parking lot of a Super 8 on the far side of town from Bree's. I normally wouldn't go for such a cheap hotel. I prefer hotels in the four- or five-star range. But this small backwater town doesn't have one of those.
"One is good," she says with a sly smirk.
I groan at the thought of sharing the same bed with her. "You're playing with fire, Elena," I warn her as I pull to a stop outside the office of the hotel.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she teases.
I raise an eyebrow at her. She knows damn well what I'm talking about. But I get out and head into the office to check in. I'm grateful that I'm the only one checking in at the moment. The receptionist is extremely quick to get me checked in and hand me the room key. Obviously, he doesn't like the reek of gasoline clinging to me any more than I do. I head back out to the car, get in, and drive it up to the staircase at the far end. I park directly across from the stairway.
"We're on the second floor," I tell Elena as we get out. I lock the car and head around to the trunk to grab a change of clothes. I slam the trunk shut, lead Elena up to our room, and use the card key to open the door. I glance around to briefly take in the room. Not bad, considering that it's not a rated hotel chain. "I'm getting a shower," I tell her.
"Mind if I use the toilet first?" she asks.
I smirk and motion for her to go ahead. I lay my clothes on the dresser, emptying my pockets onto the dresser as well. Then I pick up my boxer-briefs as I hear the toilet flush. Elena steps out to wash her hands at the sink while I step in and shut the door behind me. I turn on the water to heat up and quickly shed the clothing I'm wearing. They're completely ruined by the gasoline. I get in the shower and start scrubbing the stench of gasoline off my skin. While I shower, I think about how strangely Elena was acting today. It has to be more than discovering she looks exactly like Katherine. But as hard as I try, I can't figure out how she got so knowledgeable about things she just should not know.
I sigh, shampooing my hair. Even if I hadn't promised not to ask her how she knows things she shouldn't, I doubt she'd give a direct answer. At least I got her sworn word that she'll tell me everything eventually. I just hope I don't have to wait too long. I quickly rinse the suds from my hair and turn off the water. I step out, dry off, and slip on my boxer-briefs. Then I pick up my ruined clothes and leave the bathroom. But the sight of Elena's shirt and jeans airing out over the back of a chair stops me in my tracks. I blink several times, certain that I'm seeing things. But her clothes remain there. I glance over at the bed and see Elena sleeping. She's frowning and whimpering, obviously having a nightmare. I put my clothes from today in a corner; they are heading to the dumpster tomorrow.
As I turn back to the bed, Elena calls out to me softly in her sleep. I frown. She wasn't calling my name in fear; she sounded worried about me. She calls out to me again, a little louder. She starts thrashing, slowly at first. She kicks the covers to the foot of the bed. Tears stream down her cheeks as she calls out to me again, this time in a voice full of severe loss. Soon she's thrashing manically.
I get on the bed, straddling her to hold her still, and grab both her arms. "Elena! Wake up!" I demand, worried about the dark aura that's surrounding her. "Wake up!"
Her eyes snap open. She leans against me, wrapping her arms around my neck so tightly that it's a good thing I don't really need to breathe. I pull her against me, holding her tight. Then she surprises the hell out of me by tilting her head back to kiss me and pressing her hips firmly against mine.
I freeze. I had told myself I wouldn't do anything remotely sexual with Elena until she and my brother are officially through. But I can sense that she needs this. She needs to know that I'm really here, that whatever happened in her nightmare isn't real. I close my eyes and give in. I flick my tongue over her lips and she parts them immediately, granting me entrance to slide my tongue into her mouth. I slowly taste every corner and crevice of her mouth, alternating the tasting with sensual ministrations. Finally, after I have covered every part of her mouth, I lure her tongue into my own. Elena returns the favor full force and so sensuously that I immediately get hard.
In the meantime, she trails her hands down my chest and over my stomach so slowly it's like she's trying to memorize every part of me. I run my hands down her back to her bra clasps and quickly unfasten them. Then she grabs my erection through my boxer-briefs. I growl into the kiss when she squeezes it. I pull away from the kiss to tug her bra off her and fling it off the bed. I dip my head down to take one of her breasts in my mouth, causing her to cry out. I place one hand over her other breast, which fits in my hand perfectly. I massage and tease the breast in my hand while I use my tongue to give the breast in my mouth an amazing experience. I soon have her gasping for breath before I switch breasts, dealing equal treatment to both. She buries her fingers in my hair.
When I'm done with her breasts, I pull her panties off her quickly, managing to keep from ripping them, and fling them in the general direction her bra went. My eyes immediately focus on the birthmark on her left hip. I bring my fingers up to trace the joined hearts with an arrow through them. Some would mistake it for a tattoo, considering how sharp the outline is. But I can tell that it's a true birthmark. "So, there is a physical difference after all," I murmur huskily. She looks at me in confusion. "She doesn't have a birthmark," I tell her gently.
Her mouth forms a silent 'o' as what I'm saying sinks in. I don't give her the chance to come up with something to say. I spread her legs and arrange myself so I can kiss the inside of her thigh. I reach my hand up to rub the pad of my thumb over her clit, causing her to yelp. I chuckle against the skin of her thigh as I smell her arousal grow more powerful. Then I kiss my way up her thigh, stroking her clit as I go. Apparently my brother doesn't know how to properly treat a woman in the bedroom.
Finally, I close my mouth over her nether lips. She buries her hands in my hair, holding me there. I start suckling on her already wet core as I slide one finger deep inside her. I start pumping, slowly at first. As far as I can tell, this beauty has very little experience in the bedroom. Well, I plan on changing that, if I have my way. I insert a second finger into her slick heat, causing her to gasp as I scissor my fingers while I pump, stretching her walls slowly. I continue to suck and nip at that bundle of nerves around her entrance. I can feel her drawing closer to her first orgasm. I add a third finger, knowing that even three fingers won't help too much when I finally slide into her. Her inner walls clench around my fingers. Just before she reaches full climax, I pull my hand out. I quickly lick my fingers clean as she starts to groan in disappointment. But that soon turns to a moan of excitement as I slide my tongue inside that tight, wet heat. She cries out my name, my name, as just the feel of my tongue brings her over the edge. I growl as I greedily swallow her sweet nectar as it flows over my tongue and into my mouth. God, she tastes heavenly.
Only after she is left gasping as the last shockwaves of her orgasm finally play out do I pull away. I quickly kick out of my boxer-briefs, already aching to be inside her. I trail kisses up her perfect body to the bite mark I left on her earlier. I glance at her curiously, wondering if she'd allow me to taste her sweet, sweet blood again. She replies by arching her neck to give me better access. I smirk at her before burying my face into her neck, letting my fangs elongate against her skin as I line myself up with her entrance. I sink my fangs into her skin at the same time that I bury my dick to the hilt inside her. Somehow, she manages not to stiffen at the flash of pain.
I hold perfectly still, letting her get used to my girth. I keep her blood from flowing while waiting for her signal. Finally, she gives a small nod. I growl in contentment as I let her blood flow into my mouth and down my throat. I slowly start pumping in and out of her, picking up the speed with each thrust. She digs her nails into my back and buries her face in my shoulder. Timidly, she scrapes her blunt human teeth against the base of my throat, asking permission. I tilt my head slightly to the side, granting permission. She sinks her teeth into me and greedily swallows my blood as it flows into her mouth.
Then I find her sweet spot, causing her hips to buck. I chuckle against her neck, still managing to swallow her blood as it flows into my mouth. Now that I know where to aim, I alter my position slightly and resume my pace, hitting that sweet spot each time. Now her hips start rising to meet me and we're soon slamming our hips together. She sinks her teeth deeper into my skin as her body begins quivering with her oncoming release. I feel my own release coming on. But I'm determined not to fly first. A few thrusts later, she takes flight. One more, and I follow her into the heavens, spilling forth my dead seed into her. I collapse against her as we soar among the clouds. I retract my fangs, then slowly slide my tongue over the bite to once again seal it shut as well as lap up the pooled blood. She reluctantly pulls away from her bite mark on me, placing a kiss over it as it heals.
I turn us so we're on our sides, facing each other without separating. I hold her against me as I let out a breathless chuckle. This girl wore me out, and that was only one go! She looks up at me. "What's so funny?" she asks.
"You actually wore me out. Normally I could go for hours, but you somehow managed to wear me out in one go," I inform her with a wry grin.
She smiles. "Really?" she asks, obviously taking delight in that information.
"Really," I assure her. I shake my head, a look of wonder spreading across my features. "I have never had a partner like you."
"Not even Katherine?" she asks hesitantly.
I don't even have to think about that answer. "Not even Katherine," I reply softly. I raise a hand to her cheek. "Will you tell me now what that nightmare was about?" I ask gently, stroking her bottom lip with my thumb. "You were thrashing about and crying out to me. Then you woke up and got me to do all that when I told myself I wouldn't until after you and Stefan were officially over."
The memory of her nightmare floods back to her and she buries her face against my chest, hiding tears that I can smell and feel. "I was in a burning building," she murmurs against my skin. "I knew you were in there, too. I knew you needed help. Someone had gotten vervaine into you and put you in the basement before setting the building on fire. The flames were so hot that it was like the air itself was on fire. The building was collapsing around me and I was getting badly burnt, but I couldn't leave until I found you. But none of the doors I opened led to the basement. Then suddenly I was on fire and I somehow knew you were dead."
I tilt her head up and press my lips to hers, reassuringly tender. She returns the kiss through her tears. "I am not going to die; not in a fire or any other way," I tell her gently, looking in her eyes to make her see that I'm serious.
"I hope not," she whispers, raising a hand to cup my face. "I really hope not."
I pull her closer to me. "Would you like me to sing the lullabies my mother sang to me while you sleep to keep the nightmares away?" I offer softly.
I see her lips curl into a smile before she lays her head on my chest. "You sing?" she asks teasingly.
"Not often. And you would be the first to hear me sing in a very long time," I inform her. "Of course, you won't understand a word. The lullabies are Italian."
"I'd love to hear you sing. Maybe one day you could translate them for me."
"Or maybe one day I could teach you Italian. They sound so much better in that language," I retort before I start singing softly for her. I stroke my fingers through her hair as she quickly relaxes against me. As she falls asleep, I use my Power to dive into her dreams, shoving away the nightmare and replacing it with a dream of the two of us riding horses through England's countryside. It's been a while since I was last in England, but I'm sure this particular part of England is still intact. I get the feeling she realizes, however vaguely, that I'm the one keeping her nightmare away.
