A Thousand Years

Chapter 4

"I still owe you several more hours and many more orgasms before sunrise mister."

A deep, evil smile ebbed across his face at her words, before he flipped her onto her back on the bed. His hands had her legs locked around his waist and a prominent erection brushed against her as he was cradled in her legs. Brushing against her with his tip she threw her head back with a loud moan as he thrust back into her wet warmth.

"Yes you do little fairy. You most certainly do."

It took several hours for Eric's appetite for her to be satiated. Sookie had stopped counting how many times he had made her cum, her body wound so tightly that she felt she was standing on the precipice of a perpetual orgasm. His blood had given her so much energy however that she felt as if she could love him for days. However, her body was only human and she felt like she had contorted and twisted and been screwed in just about every position her body could bend to. Eric had been a man of his word in keeping her going for hours. Even if they took a break, he kept them connected simply because he didn't want to stop touching her, or stop being inside of her. This was his favorite place in the world, buried to the hilt inside of her sweet hot wet core.

The cry of pleasure beneath him was what triggered him into another orgasm. He rolled over still inside of her as her eyes fluttered, her walls rocking with quick spasms as her already drenched core milked him again. He released inside of her for the umpteenth time that evening and she collapsed on his chest, her breasts heaving with breath against his.

"Lover," he whispered quickly, moving the drenched hair away from her face, skimming his hand softly over her face. Through half lidded eyes, she looked at him, resting her chin on her folded hands as she met softened blue eyes.

"Yes?"

"You need to eat something…and maybe take a shower. Unless you would like me to lick you clean again…"

His tone was playful, and she groaned, still feeling that spark and desire within herself, raging hormones not abated even several hours into their game. She couldn't get enough of him. Couldn't fathom even a few mere moments without him after thinking she had lost him. Showing how much he cared for her, half the time they had slow, sizzling, passionate love making. He worshipped every part of her body, no part left untouched, no scar left unnoticed, and no part of her that he left undiscovered. She had done the same to him, exploring every inch of him. He had reached a new high when she had sat him up, sliding down between his legs and sharing with him another secret that she hadn't known about until she lost her virginity. No gag reflex. Such a tricky little fairy.

Flipping her over again, he had more than once that evening enjoyed a new found meal he wouldn't mind indulging on every day. She was dripping wet still, and as he had earlier that evening, he feasted upon the wetness dripping down her legs, and made slow torturous work of licking her dry. With every stroke of his tongue he could see her eyes roll to the back of her head, her chest heaving on the bed, her exhausted body bowing to the pleasure still. Her hand shot down to slide into his hair as the other gently rolled her nipple between her fingers. She felt him growl into the apex of her thighs and she didn't think it was possible to succumb to another orgasm so quickly but she couldn't deny the gripping need to plunge once more.

"Eric, oh God Eric, I'm, it's, oh god…"

She didn't know how she had a drop of fluid left in her body to be so wet or squirt again but she could feel it building up inside of her again, and he knew from it happening several other times that evening that he either had to move, or fuck her because it was coming. Choosing the latter, he sunk into her again, gently rolling his hips, his fingers dropping to her bundle of nerves to send her over the edge.

"Oh Eric!"

Her hips rose to meet his, fluid spurting from her once more before she collapsed back on the bed. Grabbing the edge of the bed sheet, she gently swung it in the air with quiet defeat. He felt a smile grace his lips as he thrust once, twice, three times more before grunting another shot of seed into her.

"So you admit defeat?"

She bit her lip, nodding before he gently pulled out of her body. She moaned at the loss of contact but felt the dribble of his cum run down her thighs, warm mixed with her own. He leaned down to kiss her, still smirking like the cat that caught the canary.

"Miss Stackhouse I thought this would have happened several hours back. But it was quite sexy when you went into domineering mode. In the future we might have to play ourselves a little game…"

Her mind, still blurry and disoriented from her last orgasm had simply shaken her head lightly at his last statement. He was insatiable! But she was never one to turn down a challenge, and if Eric Northman was anything, he was a challenge. But she had missed him, and even in thinking that she laughed mentally realizing what an understatement that was. She had missed their banter, how he pushed her to know more about herself, and to be her own person. They had had many great fights, and though he could have hurt her much worse than he had done in the past, tricking her, fang-raping her, she realized he had pushed her so hard to teach her to respond to even the biggest badest bully in town. She missed the way he looked at her when he was without his memory, though realizing it after he had left, he had always looked at her like that. Sometimes, in his times of cruelty, she noticed that his eyes wouldn't match his expression. His regret resounded in his blue eyes; his actions, though deceiving, always allowed her safety in the end. Of course, this had all come to her after she had left him. But that didn't stop her from going through every moment of their time together in her head. Every time he had touched her, every time he had kissed her, every sweet simple thing he had said to her resounded in her head, and her heart ached slowly for allowing such stupidity to hold her back.

Even now, lying with him in the remnants of his thoroughly abused bed, she realized how much she had missed his smell, despite being told that vampires have no scent, Eric did to her. He smelled of worn leather, fresh laundry, expensive cologne, and blood. He had one other scent and in that moment she swept her nose into the nook of his neck to place a gentle kiss there. Inhaling deeply she knew she smelled it, but couldn't place it. Something different. Like a memory that she couldn't quite place. His fingers swept through her hair, making her shiver with the raw emotion she felt for the man she was currently wrapped around.

"Were you smelling me little fairy?"

She blushed lightly.

"Yes."

"And tell me, what is it you smell?"

"You smell like fresh laundry, and worn leather from your jacket. Expensive cologne that I know you don't pick up at a shopping mall. And something else…somewhere else. But if I told you, I think you would think I was crazier than I already was."

His muscles stiffened, and his head cocked to the side slightly to look her in the eye. His eyes probed hers gently, as if silently telling her to go on.

"You smell like the sea to me. But not like the Gulf. My Grandma took me there as a child and I remember the smell of it somewhere in my head. But no, you smell like an ocean to me. Cold, salty water that I know I'll never see, in person that is."

His silence stretched for more than a moment, and she looked back up to see his eyes seeing into the distance. Recalling a memory, something. She sat up and looked at him, smiling quietly to see a small amount of innocence grace his face.

"Eric?"

"I had this daydream once, where you invited me in to your room before you kissed me. You told me you could smell the memories I had from childhood by the North Sea. It was quite the dream."

She looked up, a small, gorgeous peek before her eyes downcast once more.

"You've dreamt of me?"

"Yes. Does that surprise you?"

"Yes."

"Sookie, I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Since my first attempt at trying to separate you from Bill. And it surprises you I may have dreamt of you?"

"Really? Since the first night?"

Eric sighed, never having taken into account that one Sookie Stackhouse would be self conscious in any form. She was always so hard headed, and strong willed. He hardly ever saw the quiet, scared side of her. The one that didn't seem to know how beautiful she was. How much a man could crave her from that first moment.

"Was it because of my blood?"

Eric looked up at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"It was your innocence. The fact that in that first moment I wanted to corrupt you beyond belief. To say that your blood had no effect on me would be a lie. I wanted to lap up every drop you would spare from your gorgeous soft tanned skin. And then I realized what a firecracker you were. Part of me wanted to break you into submission, and another wanted to fall to my knees to answer you. I manipulated, schemed, lied and stumbled my way to this moment. My time with you has changed me more than hundreds of years of savagery ever did. So I've dreamt of you. Fantasized about you, and now, now I finally have you."

Lifting her in his arms, he flew into the bathroom, setting her naked into the bath. Startled, Sookie looked up at him, knowing that her precious time was dwindling before sunrise. The clock she could see on her nightstand from where she laid read 3:48am. She felt warm water begin to soak into her skin before she registered the fact that Eric had turned the water on. Scooting her forward, Eric sank into the tub behind her, pulling her back against his chest as he descended into the water with her. Laying her head back on his chest, his arms circled around her as her eyes slowly closed in contentment. Everything had been so insane since she had entered the world of vampires. People had died, family had been lost, magic seemed to lurk in every form and corner of Bon Temps, and Sookie was tired. So tired. But now, in that moment, after having Eric return to her, an evening filled with kinky fuckery and now this, she felt serene for the first time in years.

Water continued to fill the huge tub Eric had had replaced in her bathroom and Sookie gasped as she felt it flood against her sore sex. Eric, momentarily concerned, gave a chuckle when he figured out the source of her cry.

"The water will help, I promise."

"Says the person with the penis."

The words flew from her tongue before she even thought them and she laughed when she saw his expression.

"Well that was saucy."

"Hmm…I guess so. Must have been the other me."

Her expression was cocky, and he laughed before leaning forward to whisper in her ear.

"I like the one who magically opened her legs for me all night long."

Smacking his chest lightly, she turned to straddle him, kissing him lightly before biting his lip. Running her hands into his hair, she yanked his head back to kiss his neck and heard his fangs descend with a soft hiss. Kissing up the side of his neck, she bit him lightly before taking his earlobe into her mouth to nibble before murmuring into his ear.

"Maybe, if you're a good Viking, it will happen again…"