Chapter 7
I sighed deep and hard I knew there was no way around this. I would have to tell him why I was leaving and I would then have to listen to him while he confirmed all of my thoughts on his relationship with Sookie. I would have to stand in front of him and fall apart inside while he did this. I wanted nothing more than to just fall apart alone and not looking upon his beautiful face while I did it. I knew though that he would never let me just walk out now. I looked up into his face and my treacherous tears began to flow faster down my face.
He closed the distance between us in one quick step. He placed his hand on the side of my face leaned in and kissed my tears away. "Aude, what is wrong my wife?" Just the sound of his words caused the tears to come faster and made my heart hurt. "Tell me what has caused you to be so upset and I will fix it. Just talk to me please; I do not have the pleasure of being able to read your thoughts. So I cannot possibly glean what the problem is if you do not tell me."
I just shook my head in the negative and pointed to the table, I was hoping that he would release me just long enough for me to make my escape while he read the letter. To no avail though he never released me, he just slid his hand down my face and arm and firmly clasped my hand in his and led me with him towards the table. I did not even bother to try and pull my hand from his I knew that if he was really determined I would never be able to escape his grasp; there was no escaping the inevitable now. He picked up the note and read through it slowly, the further he progressed through it though the angrier he became I could feel his anger radiating off of him. I shied away from that anger and tried to pull back from him but he had me firmly in his grasp and it was apparent that I was not going anywhere.
He gently laid the letter back down on the table. "SO!" he spat at me. "YOU WHERE JUST GOING TO LEAVE BECAUSE SOOKIE CALLED HERE TODAY! YOU WHERE JUST GOING TO RUN AWAY AGAIN BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT I CARE FOR HER AND SHE FOR ME! YOU WERE NOT EVEN GOING TO DISCUSS IT WITH ME YOUR HUSBAND!!! YOU WERE JUST GOING TO STEP ASIDE IN SOME KIND OF ATTEMPT AT CHIVIRY AND HONOR BECAUSE YOU DID NOT WANT TO DISRUPT MY LIFE! FOR SOME REASON I DO NOT REMEMBER YOU BEING SO WILLFULLY STUPID BEFORE!" He grabbed me by both my arms and pulled me to his chest crushing me against him. He pressed his lips so hard against mine and gripped my arms so tightly that I knew I was going to have bruises later. His hands and body shook with anger and passion all mixed up into one huge glorious mess.
He reached up and wound my braid around his hand he used that new found control to steer me into turning around my ass pressed firmly against his body. I could feel his manliness pressed hard and firm against the small of my back. I squirmed against him with the excitement of the potential of that firmness, I couldn't help myself, and there was nothing I wanted more in this world but to spend forever, with him, making love. Even if it meant that later I would have my heart broken into a million pieces I knew I would willing give myself to him just because he desired it.
He forced my head to bend to the side so that my neck was stretched out in a long line of offering to him. He sucked and gently nibbled at my neck his free hand wrapped around my body and gently massaged my breasts through the wife beater I had absconded from him. The lack of bra made it much easier for him to have his way with my breasts without the hindrance of too much fabric between his probing fingers and myself. He kissed my neck harder and more urgently and when I finally let moans of excitement pass from my lips he sank his fangs into my neck hard and powerful but the pain only heightened the frenzy that I was already in. With every draw of blood that he took from me the louder I moaned and the more I rocked against his firm body.
Suddenly as it had started he stopped and whirled me back around to face him never letting go of my long braid. Although him using my braid to maneuver me about hurt, it also heightened the intense experience that was flowing between us. I let out another low moan and he just smiled down at me a dark look that said clearly he was thinking about all the ways he could have me and that right at that moment he was trying to pick out which one he wanted to do first. With his free hand he lifted me so that I had to wrap my legs around his waist but it was just low enough that I could feel his hard manhood pressed tightly against me through the loose shorts. He leaned me back and gently placed me on the glass table behind us. I was sitting on the edge of the table and he gently rocked me back and forth against him to the point where I knew I was ready to explode a powerful orgasm just for him.
He pulled away slightly and with his free hand, his other hand still being twined in my hair, he started to rip the my clothes away ever so gently, using both his hands and his teeth to tear and rip the fabric away. He leaned me back so that I was lying down completely on the table and slide my shorts off. In all the squirming and moving he had somehow managed to work his boxers down to the floor without me ever noticing. He placed the tip of himself just at my entrance and just stood there for a long moment I finally couldn't take it anymore and I started to squirm my hips forward so that his body could be buried deep inside mine.
I wanted nothing more than him inside of me right at this moment. His free hand grabbed my hip and held it firmly in place. "I am your husband!" he said firmly. "You are mine; you will promise me that you will never just run away from me again." I shook my head in acknowledgement, my mind was on a one way track and all I wanted at this moment was him inside of me, and I did not give a damn about the later consequences. I tried to squirm my hips forward again but he pressed again on my hip pinning it firmly in place. "SAY IT!" He demanded.
"YES!" I moaned at him.
"NO!" He said, "Say that you are my wife and that you will never leave me again." He yanked my hair just the tinniest bit so that I was partly sitting up and his tip just barely entered me.
"I am your wife do with me what you will, I will follow every command you give to me as a good wife should." I moaned.
"Good girl," he whispered. He gently laid me back down on the table so that I was spread out before him, and he just looked down at me like I was the best meal he had ever seen placed on this table, and maybe I was, I mean really how many actual meals could he have eaten at this table, my guess was that it was just for show. He released my braid and even that caused a moan to escape my parted lips. He just smiled at me. He ran his hands down the length of my body his hands felt like they were burning pathways of pleasure down my sides. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore he entered me hard and fast my body poured forth the orgasm that had been building with that one simple thrust I screamed out my pleasure my back lifting up and off of the table. I heard him laugh he was clearly pleased with himself and the gods know that I was nothing but pleased with him entirely at this moment.
His body found a slow steady rhythm and I could feel another orgasm building inside of me. Some movement of my body must have indicated my oncoming orgasm, because Eric grabbed my hair and yanked it slightly saying "Wait, not yet." I was suddenly completely focused on listening to him obeying his edict to me. Just when I thought I could not take it anymore that I was going to burst regardless of if willed it or no I was going to have my orgasm, he said "Now." in a low throaty growl. The flood gates released and I screamed my orgasm into the heavens and I felt his accompany right along with mine.
Just as the last of it was ebbing away he pulled out of me suddenly dropped to his knees and bit the inside of my thigh. My body rocked again with another instant orgasm as he slowly, lazily fed from me. After a moment he gently released my thigh and licked at the wound. The movement of his tongue started to build another orgasm and he knew it he flicked me just once a quick little movement and it spilled forth into his mouth and he ate up every last drop.
He gently lifted me up off the table and carried me back down the stairs to his bedroom and laid me on his bed. He climbed onto the bed and partly collapsed on top of me his head resting on my breast. He wound his arms around me and just held me our bodies trembling from the extreme pleasure we had just experienced together. He lifted his head and kissed my lips gently just the lightest most chaste of kisses. "You taste of honey, mead and home." He said licking his lips, caressed the side of my face and kissed me again. We had another round of love making but this time it was more tender and less urgent. We simply just explored each other bodies slow and lazily.