Well, hope it's not too lame. Here goes.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Charlaine Harris.

Chapter Ten

Well, that did it. That was my only thought as I was weightless. My feet left the ground, and the next thing I felt was the hard wooden desk

under my ass. I had a hot and bothered vampire on top of me, laying me out like it was our first time. (It was definitely the first time I instigated

it.) My jeans came off quickly, and then my shirt. The clothes were flying, literally. He wasted no time biting my bra in two, and had both of my

nipples in a bad way, begging to be bitten. I pushed his head down onto my right breast, and dug my fingernails into his shoulders, hoping he

would understand what I wanted, what I needed. Oh, he did. I felt him graze my nipple, licking it with his tongue, and sucking it roughly. He

started to move to my other breast, but I grabbed his hair and put him back, and shoved his head into me. "Bite," I breathed into his hair. I felt

my pleasure explode as he bit into me, drawing a tiny bit of blood above my nipple. I moaned into him, and he moved his hands lower as he

licked the tiny wound closed. He ripped my panties off, and the cool air was a blessing to my hot skin. Thank God the door was locked. I was

now laid out completely naked on the boss's desk-not that I cared about who would be stupid enough to interrupt. Just as I was about to beg, I

felt him slip his fingers inside me, stroking and massaging me intensely. I started seeing silvery slivers in my vision, and felt my legs trembling.

My eyes met his, and before he even had to ask, I knew to look at him as I fell over the edge. My body exploded from the inside out, and I yelled

his name loudly for anyone to hear- I didn't care. I didn't even know my name. This was so much more intense than before. Our new

understanding through the bond made me come fast and more intense than ever before. Eric had said nothing so far, but now regarded my

clutching at him as a request for more.

"You are mine" was all I heard, and I felt him against me. He did not prepare me slowly as with the other times. He filled me quickly and

possessively, all in one stroke. I cried out at the pleasure, and heard myself saying, "fuck me like I am yours" through my ragged breaths.

"I am yours," he growled. He slammed into me over and over, not for one moment pausing. I laid my back down all the way, and grabbed the

edge of my desk over my head. I kept my eyes on his the entire time, and bit my lower lip as I felt myself building to another crazy explosion.

"Sookie, say it," he yelled, his eyes blazing intensely into mine. "Say it!"

"I am yours!" I screamed at him. I said something else to the effect of 'breaking me apart', and his rhythm increased exponentially. He picked me

up with his arm and sat me up to him as he slammed into me harder, and came at me in a blur. I felt him bite down hard, and I lost myself. The

bond enveloped us as we both came together in a blur of violet and indistinguishable words. I was his, and he was mine. He carefully lowered

me back on the desk, and let his hands massage my breasts as he stood in front of me, still inside me. His expression told of his satisfaction and

the intensity of the feelings I now knew he had for me. He was still quiet, as he gently touched my stomach, my hips, my shoulders. Eric usually

had something to say in self-congratulations, or at least wanted to hear me congratulate him on how he rocked my world like no other-not this

time. He watched my chest rise and fall as my breathing returned to normal, and laid his hand over my heart. Eric looked at me, and withdrew

slowly, pulling me up to sitting. He stood between my legs, put an arm around my back and one around my shoulders. He held my head to his

chest, and said nothing. I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him firmly to me. I couldn't resist letting one hand move down his back

and grip his tight ass. Hey, it was my favorite part to look at. Since I couldn't see it, I might as well touch it. He finally broke his silence, and

smirked upon feeling his ass being dug into my my nails.

"I missed that" he said, and smiled down at me.

"I missed that too."

He looked at me again, and I was beginning to wonder how long things were going to be quiet between us. I almost missed his arrogant pat on

the backs he usually gave. He knew he was good.

"I love you, Eric. I do. And I'm sorry for each time I hurt you."

The look on his face would not be something I would ever forget. It was like looking at your husband to be, while he is standing there waiting on

you to walk to him, to declare to everyone that you are theirs forever. I have seen that look on others before, on happy couples. I always

envied that look. And now here, right here on this desk in this office in this bar, I have the look, looking right at me.

"My lover, I have waited so long......."and he was crushing me to him. I knew he loved me as well, I could feel it through our bond. I felt it long

before tonight, but tonight it was loud and strong- sure of itself, strengthened with my reciprocating his love.

"I trust you will have difficulty walking and I have done my job well?"

I knew it. That's my smug ass Eric.

"Oh, I think you're going to have to carry me to the bathroom to clean up. I'm a mess, and my legs are jello." I never let him carry me, let alone

ask for it. You'd think I would have just gave him the best present ever. He practically beamed with pleasure at hearing me ask him to carry me

around like my legs were broken. I could walk, of course, albeit it would be funny. My legs were still trembling a bit. He picked me up, and carried

me to the bathroom off from his office. He set me on a chair, and said, "wait right here, my lover. I will be right back."