A/N – Thank you, and I mean thank you, for leaving me such wonderful feedback. They are always appreciated and fun to read. Now, this chapter is like nine pages of sexy times. Therefore, I would suggest you venture in at your own discretion if you're in a public place like work or school. *grins* On a more somber note, if the Sapphic arts are not to your liking…well darlin' ya really took a wrong turn somewhere 'cuz this ship is all about women lovin' women. Happy reading!

Chapter 4 – Ignite

"You must always be intoxicated. On wine, on poetry, on virtue or on love. But you must get drunk." – Charles Baudelaire

Steady, steady, steady. That was how well Pam and Tara were doing. They thing between them was finally set aflame and burning at a steady pace. It was kept constant, fed and fueled by snippets of intimate conversations, entwined hands that seemed surgically attached to its mate, long, slow, deep kisses that made sparks fly and lingering hugs that emanated the most delicious heat.

Tara was reveling in their newfound closeness. Pam had opened up parts of herself that no one, not even Eric were privy to. She unlocked doors to the deepest, darkest chambers of her heart and soul and trusted Tara to breathe light into these chambers with patience, understanding and care. Each time Pam allowed Tara to knock down a wall, Tara would look up at Pam with unbridled veneration, as if she couldn't actually believe that Pam trusted her so.

Pam too, was cherishing every new memory she was making with Tara. Never one for sentiments, the blonde suddenly found great pleasure in performing acts found only in the sappiest of poems and love stories just to see the way Tara's eyes light up. She delighted in the way they were growing together, marveled at how at peace Tara made her feel. And every time they touched, Pam felt like they were imprinting more of each other into each other's hearts and souls.

The bond between maker and progeny was overjoyed. It was almost full to bursting with happy feelings and couldn't process the rush of love, devotion, affection and adoration fast enough. It was happy its charges were happy, drunk on the fact that they were drunk on each other…

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Jessica had teasingly called it their "honeymoon phase." Tara called it being whipped.

The young vampire couldn't get enough of Pam. Her intoxicating scent, her burning touch, her perfectly sculpted body, the sound of her voice after sex or the look of desire glazing the deep blue of her eyes whenever they landed on Tara.

It didn't matter that they had christened every square inch of Fangtasia, the office and the basement. It didn't matter that they subjected themselves to The Bleeds more days than one in their little suburban house because they couldn't stop fucking, tasting, kissing, touching.

Everything they did, every moment they shared, it wasn't enough. Tara shook her head in hopeless dismay as she took another drag of her cigarette, letting the smoke linger in her lungs before she released it back into the crisp autumn air in curls of grayish-white.

Whipped. That was how Tara regarded her situation. The only consolation was, she knew Pam felt exactly the same way.

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She missed her progeny's presence the second Tara had slipped out the backdoor for a quick break. The loneliness, the longing, it crashed into her like a tidal wave, unrelenting, furious and overwhelming.

Pam internally rolled her eyes. 'Pathetic,' she sneered to herself as she scanned Fangtasia from her position on Eric's throne. For over a century, she had functioned and thrived on independence, letting not emotion nor attachments to people get in her way. Eric had been the exception of course, but he never tied her down or chained her tightly to him. He let her fly, let her spread her wings, only reining her in when she became careless or stared danger in the face too closely.

But now, this thing with Tara? It robbed her of her autonomy, her control, her self-reliance. She felt incomplete without Tara, empty, weak. But at the same time, her relationship with Tara invigorated her. It made her feel powerful, invincible, as if she could conquer the world with one hand tied behind her back. Being with Tara made her strong, made her bold.

A small smile graced Pam's full lips. She tapped into their bond and sent into it a snarl of emotions meant to say only one thing:

'Come back to me.'

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Tara shuddered as she was subjected to a cocktail of want, longing and desire. It burned throughout her body like well-aged wine, leaving her drunk on lust. Swallowing, she flicked away her cigarette and made her way back inside the bar, unable to resist the call of her maker, her lover, her everything.

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Pam watched with hooded eyes as Tara wound through the crowd, her liquid brown eyes locked intently onto Pam's stormy blue ones. Only a fool could have missed the fire radiating between the two, so bright and hot it burned.

Tara climbed up the podium steps and came to a stop by Pam's left. She lifted Pam's hand to her lips and brushed a lingering kiss across her maker's knuckles, leaving a trail of fire to lick down the blonde's veins.

"Hello, lover." Tara Southern lilt was awash with want as she drawled out the last word, purposely placing heavy emphasis on it. Her eyes were already dark with arousal, twin pits of palpable desire.

Pam returned the feverish gaze with a smoldering one of her own. "Do you want to leave?" The blonde's own Southern cadence was laced with just a touch of an accent, the betraying just how painfully aroused she was. She shot Tara a sinfully sultry look as she waited for an answer, her eyes electric with want.

"Yes," Tara growled, not even attempting to mask her need. She flashed Pam such a wanton, hungry look that the blonde's legs involuntarily clenched. "Yes."

"Ginger!"

The bleached blonde, who just happened to be in the vicinity of the podium, shrieked a little in surprise but steadied the mercifully empty tray perched on her upturned palm. She redirected her steps and made her way up to Pam.

"Yes, mistress?" Ginger's voice was meek, tremulous as she awaited either punishment or instruction.

"You're in charge. Call Eric if you need anything."

Then without so much as a "thank you" or a "goodbye", Pam wrapped strong, supple fingers around Tara's wrist and vamp sped them both out into the cool, crisp Louisiana night.

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"Where are we?" Tara questioned, confusion coloring her tone as Pam keyed open the front door to a sprawling two-storey mansion outside of Shreveport. The house was built in a colonial style with expansive windows, two thick buttresses bracketing the front entrance, a porch that wrapped all around the residence and sweeping grounds that seemed to blend into the woods surrounding the area.

"My place," Pam replied nonchalantly. She threw the door open with a flourish, stepped aside to let her progeny enter first, followed Tara, slammed shut the door, locked it then pressed Tara up against the wall.

"Another one?"

"It was Eric's," Pam clarified. She took a deliberate sniff at Tara's neck, moaning when the scent of oranges and dark chocolate invaded her senses. "He recently transferred ownership to me. Us." She licked at the side of Tara's neck and growled. "Enough talk," Pam murmured, her voice a low, rough rasp. She captured Tara's lips in a slow, deep kiss that sang to the young vampire's soul.

Out of all the kinds of sex Tara had indulged in with Pam, slow and drawn out was by far her most favorite. Pam could be a beast in the bedroom, an absolute wildcat between the sheets. She could fuck hard, fast and dirty. She could do things with her tongue that made Tara orgasm multiple times in such quick succession that stars would inevitably fandango in front of her eyes. She introduced Tara to positions that the young vampire didn't think were anatomically possible before. Once she had subjected Tara to such an intense bout of sex that even with her rapid healing, the young vampire was found to be walking in a rather odd manner for the duration of the next night.

Pam had been seen in Fangtasia that night wearing the cockiest smirk.

Nevertheless, fast or slow, Pam rocked her world. But it was the latter that broke something in Tara, made her want to weep at the beauty of it all. When Pam went slow, it heightened every emotion, awakened every dormant feeling and fine-tuned every nerve in her body to an almost unbearable level. When they made love, the blonde had the unnerving ability to render Tara to a sobbing mess of pleasure, to bring her to the very precipice of climax only to draw her back and love her with her mouth, fingers and tongue until her progeny begged for mercy, for reprieve, for release.

Slow was the route Pam seemed to be taking tonight and Tara knew that her maker would spare her no mercy until the coming dawn. And maybe not even then.

Pam kissed Tara languidly, reverently. She let the taste of oranges and dark chocolate infiltrate her mouth, soak into her taste buds and caress her senses until there was nothing but Tara. Reaching up, she stroked long fingers down her progeny's cheek, relishing at the feel of silky soft skin.

Tara instinctively leaned into the touch and the new angle of the tilt of her head had Pam's full bottom lip sliding between her own. She sucked it into her mouth, drenching her tongue with the taste of apples and vanilla. She moaned as the flavor of Pam infused her mouth, a breathy sound that reverberated like mini shockwaves between them. Needing the blonde closer, she reached up with both hands and tangled her fingers into Pam's thick golden-blonde hair, the pads of her fingers delighting at the feel of the silky stands.

Pam returned Tara's moan with a guttural one of her own as she felt Tara's nails dig lightly into her scalp. Pressing her harder against the wall, she teased the seam of Tara's lips with quick flicks of her tongue, seeking entrance. When Tara opened her mouth, she slipped inside, her tongue happy to be in its second home. She greeted Tara's tongue with her own, the writhing muscles engaging in a battle for dominance before Pam let Tara win by gliding her tongue over Pam's. She retreated a little then, but only to reaffirm herself with the roof of Tara's mouth, the inside of her cheeks, the front of her teeth.

When Pam's tongue touched the spot that housed her currently hidden incisors, Tara's fangs instinctively dropped with a subtle click. It nicked the tip of Pam's tongue, causing a small dot of blood to starburst from the punctured skin. Tara's lips clamped down on the spot and sucked, drawing in the small speck of blood into her mouth. The young vampire released a low whimper of frustration when Pam pulled back slightly, their lips parting with an audible smack.

"Easy," Pam whispered. She turned and ghosted a kiss to Tara's cheek. "We have all night to get acquainted."

"I want you." Tara's voice was ragged with lust, her eyes feverish with desire. She moved her hands down to Pam's shoulders and gripped them so that she could pull Pam flush against her.

"I know," Pam replied dryly, a small smirk adorning her kiss-swollen lips. "Come upstairs, Котёнок"

Taking Tara's hand, she led them up the grand spiraling marble staircase with bold, polished mahogany railings. The ebony skinned vampire followed blindly, willingly, her trust in Pam absolute.

Pam led them down a dark carpeted hallway. The walls on either side were decorated with paintings but Tara paid them no heed, too concentrated she was on the gentle sway of Pam's posterior beneath her body hugging cheongsam dress.

"You're staring," Pam's husky drawl wafted from full lips to dance a path through the air to Tara's ears. The blonde didn't have to turn to know that Tara was eyeing her ass; she could feel it.

"I know," Tara said, echoing Pam's earlier sentiment, her voice cool and unrepentant as her bittersweet chocolate gaze lingered on her maker's behind.

Pam released a throaty laugh then came to a stop in front of a pair of creamy white double doors. Letting go of her progeny's hand, she turned down the golden handles and pushed the doors inward, letting them yawn open.

Tara stepped into the room and was greeted to the biggest four-poster bed she had ever laid her eyes on. The sheets draped over the bed with a deep purple, so dark they were almost black. A legion of swollen pillows lined the headboard. Moonlight poured in from the twin windows on Tara's left, saturating the room with an ethereal glow that threatened to figuratively steal her breath away.

Pam closed the doors quietly behind her then made her way up to her progeny. She stopped directly behind Tara, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips at the sight of Tara's evident enchantment of her surroundings. She reached up with her hand and swept Tara's inky black locks to one side, exposing her neck. Bending, she placed a deliberate kiss to spot where she had marked Tara with her fangs.

"Mine," she murmured against the ebony skin. Wrapping her arms around Tara, she trailed her lips up the side of the young vampire's neck, her actions deliberately unhurried.

"Yours," Tara replied in kind, sinking unashamedly back into Pam as the blonde continued to nuzzle at her from behind. She tilted her head, giving Pam more access and gasped when the blonde's full lips touched on the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shuddered when Pam's tongue peeked out to lick at the spot before her lips returned to press a gentle kiss.

Pam kissed her way to the underside of Tara's jaw, her plump lips grazing over the shell of an ebony hued ear, across the expanse of a baby-soft cheek and down to trace the line of a strong jaw. Her hands were no longer idle as they unwound themselves from around Tara only to teasingly travel up her progeny's sides. They came to rest at the lapels of Tara's open leather jacket and gently but firmly began sliding the piece of clothing off Tara's shoulders and down her arms.

Tara shivered as her sleeveless arms were exposed, not from the cool temperature that permeated the room, but from the feel of Pam's fingers dragging a teasing path down her arms as she went.

When the jacket was finally peeled from Tara's body, Pam carelessly tossed it into a corner. "Turn around," she commanded softly, her breath metaphorically hitching in her throat when Tara swiveled around to face her, her eyes dark as night, her expression ablaze with desire. Eyes cut from sapphires ran rampant down the length of Tara's body, tracing the contours of her progeny's well toned arms, the swell of her breasts, her washboard stomach and powerful thighs that were currently encased in a pair of skinny denim jeans.

"Breathtaking," Pam sighed, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. She reached for the hem of Tara's tank top and tugged it up and over the young vampire's head, exposing a well-muscled abdomen and perky breasts. "No bra?" the blonde queried as she discarded the tank top in the same fashion as the leather jacket. A pale eyebrow arched in amusement.

Tara smirked. "I figure I'd save you the trouble. Besides, you tend to rip them." Her smirk grew wicked as she leered up at Pam.

Pam chuckled. "Because they're always in my way." Her voice was completely unapologetic. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Tara's clavicle. Then she moved her lips downward toward the valley of Tara's breasts, dropping butterfly kisses along the way.

Tara sighed in contentment, a hand threading through thick blonde hair as she relished the attentions Pam was lavishing on her. She inhaled sharply when Pam kissed the underside of her left breast then hissed when Pam moved up to take a nipple into her mouth.

"Fuck! Yesss," Tara hissed. Her hand moved to the back of Pam's head, gripping a handful of her hair to hold the blonde in place. She gasped in combined pleasure and pain when Pam bit down none too gently but the blonde quickly soothed the hurt by running the flat of her tongue over the bite.

Pam continued her journey down Tara's body, delighting in the taste of oranges and dark chocolate. There was also a new scent, the scent of arousal and it was a thick and potent fragrance that seeped directly out from between her progeny's legs, setting Pam's blood on fire. Kissing her way down to the top of Tara's jeans, making sure to pay homage to each protruding abdominal muscle with her lips, she then popped the button open with her mouth. Gripping the zipper between her teeth, she slid the metal tab down, eliciting a wanton groan from Tara and exposing a pair of simple forest green boy briefs.

Pam sank to her knees in front of Tara, grabbed the top of the jeans and began tugging them down in an achingly slow manner that had the young vampire squirming with need. When she was met with resistance by Tara's cowboy boots, she looked up at her progeny, who quickly toed them off. Smiling, Pam continued to pull down the jeans, taking along it with, Tara's socks.

Tara watched as Pam tossed aside her articles of clothing before standing back up. Now clad in only her boy briefs, Tara was almost completely exposed whilst Pam was still fully clothed. It was time to return the favor. "Turn around," she husked, indicating a spinning motion with her finger. When Pam presented her with her back, Tara quickly reached for the zipper and tugged it down. Just as Pam did to her, Tara moved slowly, drawing out the process in an unmistakable act of seduction.

As the dress began splitting open, it exposed a glorious expanse of flawless alabaster skin. Unable to resist, Tara began pressing kisses down Pam's back, her lips tracing the jutting bones of her shoulder blades and the ridges of her spine, her tongue swiping out to taste the lingering flavor of apples and vanilla. When the zipper ended just at the curve of the top of Pam's ass, Tara stood back up and helped Pam to slide the dress from her perfectly sculpted frame.

The dress, an exotic picture of black silk and blood-red floral designs, slithered down Pam's pale body only to pool at her heeled feet like flowing dark water. The blonde kicked off both the dress and her pumps, leaving her in a midnight blue lacy thong.

"C'mere," Pam husked, her eyes lidded with lust. She drew Tara into her arms, captured her lips in a soul-shattering kiss then proceeded to walk Tara backwards towards the bed.

The backs of Tara's knees hit the edge of the bed, causing them to buckle and her to fall backwards onto the downy softness. Pam followed with a preternatural grace, then scooted them both up towards the head of the bed. She draped the length of her body over Tara's, their skins of ebony and snow a startling but magnificent contrast.

"Mo chro," she whispered lovingly, as she peppered Tara's face with kisses, her lips moving over closed eyelids, down the slope of Tara's nose, across both cheeks and onto Tara's mouth. "A chuisle mo chro," she breathed against Tara's lips. My heart…pulse of my heart.

Tara had not a single clue what Pam was saying but she didn't need to; the bonded that hummed between them told Tara exactly what the blonde was feeling, what the words made her feel when she spoke them to Tara. As such, Pam could whisper sweet nothings to her in every language known to man, so long as her maker continued to nurture her end of the bond with feelings of want, love and devotion.

Tara's attention was brought back to blonde hovering above her when Pam began suckling on her neck. Her maker's fangs had protracted and now she dragged them teasingly along the soft skin. Tara arched into Pam's mouth, seeking more, always more.

"Please," Tara rasped. Her hand had found purchase in Pam's hair and was alternating between threading her fingers through the silky strands and tugging on them. "Please," she repeated, her voice tinged with desperation. Her body felt as though it were burning, her veins alight with liquid fire. She writhed against Pam, trying to find some sort of friction that would quell the torturous throbbing between her legs.

Pam acquiesced to Tara's pleas by maneuvering a hand onto the young vampire's breast and a leg between her thighs. She simultaneously pressed upward with her leg and squeezed down with her hand, drawing out a pleased mewl from Tara's parted lips.

"Easy," Pam purred, her voice an exercise in sultry tones. She licked at the juncture of Tara's neck and shoulder, where she had sank in her fangs to mark her ownership of Tara. "All in due time," she continued, her voice a seductive rasp. She gave the mark another lick, dragging the flat of her tongue over the ebony skin.

Using her knees, she pushed at Tara's inner thighs, causing them to fall further open. Settling more snugly between them, Pam then slid leisurely down until she was face to face with Tara's breasts. She placed a kiss to each one before her mouth latched onto the left, sucking, licking and gently nipping. Her hand tended to the right breast, pulling, caressing and pinching until both nipples were stiff peaks.

Tara's long drawn out moan of pleasure/pain echoed around the room as Pam lifted her head only to sink her fangs into the skin above the swell of Tara's left breast. She arched helplessly into Pam's mouth as Pam sipped from her, drawing her rich, hot blood into her mouth and down her throat. She fairly whimpered in abject frustration when Pam pulled away, pausing only to close the twin puncture wounds with a swipe of her blood encrusted tongue.

Moving back up, Pam sought Tara's lips with her own. Tara's tongue immediately ventured out to lick away the residue blood, her ardent wanderings over Pam's mouth causing the blonde to moan wantonly. Reaching down with a hand, Pam found the top of Tara's underwear. With a swift yank, she pulled it off Tara's hips, throwing the tattered pieces off the side of the bed. Her hand immediately returned to nestle between Tara's legs and she cupped her, the edge of her palm pressing gently up against the young vampire's clit.

"God, yes!" Tara's cry of pleasure, of relief was palpable in her tone as the feel of Pam cupping her caused her to rip her lips away from the blonde in order to throw her head back against the pillows, her onyx colored hair splaying about her head like a rippling black sheet.

"So wet," Pam murmured appreciatively. "So responsive," she continued when Tara's hips lifted off the bed to seek firmer contact. She tracked her fingers down the length of Tara's sex, gathering her juices and coating her fingers.

Tara was panting needlessly, her eyes glazed over with passion, her mind fogged over with pleasure. The ache between her legs was excruciating, the fire that scorched her nerves agonizing. "God, please! Pam, please!" Her voice echoed her sentiments of desperation and potent need.

"Shh," Pam soothed. She dropped a kiss onto Tara's cheek, her lips lingering against the soft skin. "I'm going to take care of you, I promise," she murmured.

"You're going to kill me is what you're gonna do," Tara choked out, barely able to form coherent thought let along coherent sentences. She bucked hard into Pam's hand. "C'mon," she pleaded, desperation etched on her face."What are you waiting for?"

Pam shot Tara a Cheshire-cat smile that made Tara groan in aggravation. It quickly tapered into a deep guttural moan however, when Pam ghosted the pad of her thumb over her clit, her other fingers circling her entrance, teasing the young vampire with the promise of penetration.

"Patience is a virtue, äskling," the blonde intoned wickedly. She continued to play with Tara's sex, running teasing fingers along her nether lips, over her clit, around her opening but never actually going where her progeny so desperately needed her. As her hands were kept busy, so were her lips. She began making her way back down Tara's toned body, leaving a trail of heated kisses that caused ebony skin to prickle and Tara to pant, squirm, moan and curse.

When she reached the apex of her progeny's thighs, she dropped a kiss atop of the neatly trimmed patch of wiry black curls before moving her mouth down to Tara's weeping sex.

Tara's eyes all but rolled to the back of her head when she felt Pam's cool breath on her clit. Her hands were tight fists on either side of her, clutching at the bed sheets and wrinkling them, her hair now mused and tangled around her head from her constant thrashing.

Pam took in the way Tara's eyes were screwed shut, her face pinched with frustration and blatant pleasure. She noted the way her hips bounced off the bed, how the contours of her abdominal muscles rippled under each movement. She felt Tara's thighs trying to squeeze themselves together in a vain attempt to ease the fire between her legs. Watching Tara lose herself in the throes of passion was a sight that never failed to turn Pam on.

She redirected her focus back onto Tara, more specifically Tara's dripping sex. The smell of Tara's arousal was intoxicating and it made the blonde's mouth water. She dove in without warning, using the flat of her tongue to lick at the slit between Tara's nether lips. She purred happily against the sopping flesh when Tara let loose a primal scream of pleasure, her hips quickly bucking out of control. Settling one hand on Tara's hip to steady her movements, she pressed two fingers inside of Tara with a smooth thrust, her lips wrapping around the swollen bundle of nerves.

"Jesus! Fuck!" Expletives and calling the Lord's name in vain were all the words Tara seemed to manage. That and ear shattering screams that made Pam smile smugly into her progeny's sex.

Tara managed to howl like a wolf baying at the moon when Pam twisted her fingers inside of her, going deeper, her thrusts becoming harder, faster. She thrashed almost violently under Pam's administrations and almost threw them both off the bed with the force of her bucking hips when the blonde gently bit down on her clit.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…" It was fast becoming a mantra as Pam began setting a punishing pace, her wrist a virtual blur as she pounded her fingers into Tara, pausing only to slip in a third finger before continuing. Tara's hips were in constant motion, bobbing up and down to a rhythm that was as old as time itself. She mewled then whimpered then moaned long and loud when Pam extracted her now drenched fingers only to replace them with her tongue.

The blonde wriggled a hand under Tara's right thigh, lifted it and threw it over her shoulder. The new position made Tara more open, more accessible and Pam relentlessly drove her tongue inside her progeny, relishing the feel of Tara's inner walls clamping down on the writhing muscle. While her tongue was in play, she reached up to thumb the young vampire's neglected clit, sending tremors to shoot straight from between Tara's thighs to every over-sensitized nerve in her body.

Tara felt her orgasm building; the creep of heat had started in the pit of her stomach and was now strengthening and swelling at an alarming rate. It wouldn't be long before it broke over Tara, sending her body into a spectacular climax composed of screams and stars.

Pam too, could feel Tara's impeding orgasm. She felt it in the way her body was growing more rigid, muscles locking together in preparation for the tidal wave of pleasure that would no doubt stampede throughout Tara's body like drunken elephants. She felt it in the way her inner walls clutched at her tongue, contracting, quivering and seizing.

Retracting her tongue, she slid three saturated fingers back inside Tara before the young vampire had a second to protest the loss of contact. Tara's inner walls immediately clamped down on Pam's fingers alternating between holding them hostage and drawing them deeper even as the blonde continued to drive her fingers in and out of Tara.

"So tight," Pam grunted with each thrust, her brows furrowed with apt concentration. "So tight. So hot. So wet." She bent and caught Tara's clit between her teeth, gently pulling and sucking. "Come for me," she demanded against the swollen bud of nerves. She thrust hard into Tara, up to the hilt, twisted her fingers and curled them. "Now."

Tara came with an almighty yell that threatened to shatter the windows and blow holes through the walls. She screamed Pam's name over and over as her orgasm wrecked havoc throughout her body, sending her newborn vampire hormones into a frenzied state of ecstasy and her mind to blank over with sheer pleasure, whilst her body convulsed and flailed under Pam.

Pam shuddered as her own orgasm rippled through her, Tara's hurricane of emotions zipping down the bond to add to her own heightened arousal. Slowing the speed and pace of her thrusts, she waited until Tara was a boneless mess against the crumpled sheets before she extracted her digits. Sitting up between Tara's open thighs, she made a show of sucking her passion-coated fingers into her mouth, her pale cheeks hollowing out as she sucked Tara's juices down her throat.

"Christ," Tara choked out, her voice no louder than a strangled whisper as she peered up at Pam with eyes that were at half-mast. "You are trying to kill me."

Pam merely smiled around the fingers that were still in her mouth. Releasing them with a pop, she lifted herself onto her knees then bent over Tara. "Buckle up, darlin'," she purred. Leaning forward until she her lips were just a hair's breath away from Tara's, she smiled wickedly, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."

For the rest of the night, Pam showed Tara just how hot and bright the fire between them burned.

Tara reciprocated by showing just how hot she burned for Pam.

TBC

A/N 2 – Translations are as follows:

Äskling – my love (Swedish)

Котёнок – kitten (Russian)

Mo chro – My heart (Irish)

A chuisle mo chro – pulse of my heart (Irish)