I'm very late today and quite in a hurry, so I'll thank all of you, faithful, kind reviewers here. I really appreciate your words and I'm very happy you're enjoying the story...and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter too...Oh, BTW, the rating is no M...;P

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Gibbs stared at her intently as she spoke, as if he was trying to read into her soul. When she fell silent, he smiled—and Abby's heart skipped a beat, because it was the broadest, fullest, happiest smile she had ever seen on his face.

She smiled back as broadly as him, feeling as she was about to burst with happiness.

Gibbs' smile slowly disappeared as his eyes darkened. A shiver of expectation ran along her spine as Bill's words flashed into her mind.

"...we're predators..."

Yes, Gibbs was now looking at her as a predator looks at his prey—and it made her insides clench with desire.

He moved in and Abby met him midway, with no hesitation. The kiss started slow, gentle, but it turned passionate in no time. Gibbs expertly opened her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth. His arms tightened around her back, pulling her closer and Abby responded melting into his embrace, surrendering to him, making him understand she was his willing prey.

Still holding her, Gibbs rolled on the side, and Abby went with him, understanding what he wanted to do. Their positions inverted, she found herself lying on her back, with him atop of her, tangled in the blanket that had been covering him.

Growling in annoyance, he rose to his knees to get rid of the covers and then dropped back to lie over her, and resumed his previous assault to her senses.

His lips were hot and hard, molding with Abby's, taking, commanding, never pleading, his tongue demanding entrance, then thrusting deeply into her mouth, ravaging and possessing. When he finally broke the kiss they were panting heavily. Her heart hammered wildly and before she could get her wind back, Gibbs' surprisingly nimble fingers opened her shirt, exposing the black laced bra she was wearing. He smiled a lopsided grin as he eyed Abby's heaving breasts, her nipples stiff with arousal.

"Take it off," he growled and Abby lost no time in obeying him, throwing the bra across the room, before lying down again. She wasn't usually so passive during sex, but this was far more than sex, this was her giving herself to Gibbs in more than a sexual way, and she wanted to press the point home. She wanted to make sure he understood beyond any possible doubt she was his.

Gibbs' eyes darkened as he skimmed over her torso, pausing over the tattoos he had never seen before. He then shifted above her to accommodate his big frame better, resting his arousal in the cradle formed by the juncture of her thighs. He was hard as an iron pole and hot as burning coal and Abby moaned as her desire flew, making her damp and as hot as he was. Acting on pure reflex, she arched against him.

Gibbs brought his warm, calloused right hand to her breasts and touched them, first gently, and delicately, then he fondled them heavily, possessively, making her moan aloud and throw her head back.

Abby's eyes widened with shock when she felt Gibbs take one of her nipples between his lips. It wasn't the warmth of his mouth or the dampness of his tongue that shocked her, but the sensation of something long and sharp pressing gently against her skin.

She looked down at her breast and saw Gibbs was staring up at her. He raised his head and gave her a clear view of his exposed fangs.

The long, sharp, pointed teeth gave him a completely different expression, making him look feral, dangerous and even more intense than he usually was. The fangs also made him look as sexy as hell, and Abby felt her insides clench with the need to have him possess her.

Abby moaned and reached out with her arms, threading her fingers in his soft hair as she pressed his face back against her breasts.

Gibbs obliged her, returning his attention to her nipples as his right hand strayed down her body, raising her skirt till his fingers found their way beneath it and her panties. They remained there for a moment, exploring, testing, teasing, and petting with a gentleness that was unthinkable in such a strong man.

Then there was a pause and he plunged his fingers deeply inside her. Abby screamed and arched against him, inadvertently offering him better access to her breast and allowing his fingers deeper penetration. Working in a perfect, maddening rhythm, his mouth engulfing her nipple and his fingers moving deeply inside her, he soon had her panting, groaning, on the brink of coming. Then Gibbs' mouth left her nipple and she sobbed as the wet, stiffened peak started to painfully throb. On and on his fingers worked her thoroughly and she helplessly rocked against his merciless hand. Abby saw him intently looking at her, drinking every gesture, every pant and every lustful moan, as his eyes became almost black, so much of his pupils were dilated with lust.

Gibbs brusquely dragged his fingers off her body and Abby thought she would die out of need and frustration. He quickly removed her remaining clothes, and then he rose again on his knees and got rid of his t-shirt and boxers, freeing himself from the confinement that must have been utterly uncomfortable for he was so large and rigid that his cock curved against his belly, nearly touching his navel. At the sight of him naked, hungry and hard, she couldn't resist it and raised her hand to touch him, to caress and then stroke the length of him. He felt firm as sculpted marble yet hot as only excited flesh can feel. Fascinated, she wanted to go on moving her hand on him but Gibbs slapped it away as he lowered himself towards her, seemingly unable to endure both her touch and the waiting to plunge into her eager, willing body. Abby welcomed him, spreading herself wide, raising her hips to accommodate him better and Gibbs didn't keep her waiting.

With a powerful thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself to the hilt inside her. Abby dug her nails in his upper arms to prevent herself from coming at once. She vaguely noticed that Gibbs had gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, using every ounce of his considerable will to stop himself from losing his control. For what seemed an eternity they remained there, as if poised at the edge of an abyss that threatened to devour them. Then, slowly, tentatively, they relaxed in each other's arms.

Gibbs started moving carefully, with long, slow strokes that had him retreating from her body then plunging deeply into it. Moaning, Abby raised her legs and locked them around his waist, taking him even more completely, silently urging him to go deeper and deeper inside even if she knew it wasn't possible, for he had already bottomed out.

Gibbs increased the rhythm of his thrusts and soon he was panting as heavily as she was, lost as she was in pleasure.

Abby would have wanted for the pleasure to never stop, to go on forever, but her body had other ideas. Her belly coiled and her toes tingled and curled as she felt her orgasm approach.

"Jethro!" she cried, instinctively knowing he wouldn't like to be called Gibbs in bed, and then she sobbed as release crashed on her and her body tightened around his while the world exploded in front of her eyes in a myriad of lights.

It was then she felt a sharp but brief pain on the left side of her neck. She had barely the time to register it and it was gone, replaced by a sensation that could only be described as wonder.

Gibbs was drinking from her. There, in that moment, as his hips were still thrusting inside her.

Abby threw back her neck, trying to give him more access as her arousal spiked again.

"Jethro..." she whispered and he raised his head, his lips red with her blood.

"Abby..." he panted back, briefly slowing down the rhythm of his thrusts as they looked deeply into each other's eyes, communicating without words. He then took one of her hands in his, entwining their fingers together, and began to move again.

Their bodies were slick with perspiration and, weakened by the force of her release, Abby had no strength to hold on to him but barely enough to caress Gibbs' flank with her free hand, urging him to make her his even more she already was, with the mark of his bite on her neck.

"Mine! Mine!" panted Gibbs, as if he had read her thoughts.

"Yes, yours! Yours!" she breathed and then she ceased to exist, for her body convulsed with renewed strength and Gibbs cried hoarsely as he reached his limit and his control snapped. He came in an unstoppable rush, like a river breaking a dam and the scalding hot spurts of his release bathed her insides.

"Mine..." panted Gibbs once more and he collapsed exhausted over her heaving breasts.

They remained there for a long moment, gasping for air, covered with sweat, exhausted and exhilarated. Then, Abby reached out with a trembling hand to caress his sweaty hair and he raised his head to look at her.

"Wow," she whispered when their eyes locked, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading on her face. "This was really something …"

Gibbs smiled back, quite a spectacle since his fangs were still exposed, and lowered his head to lick the wound on her neck.

"Uhm...that's nice," Abby murmured, still caressing his hair, "but I don't think I'll be up to more very soon..."

She heard Gibbs chuckle against her skin. "Me neither; I'm a vampire, not Superman. This is to make the bleeding stop and the skin heal."

"Oh." Abby was a bit disappointed she won't be able to wear the mark he had given her, the mark that symbolized their reciprocal trust, but she understood the need to heal the wound quickly.

When Gibbs was done, he slowly pulled back from her body and collapsed on the mattress at her side. Abby rose on an elbow and looked down at him, her index finger caressing his still exposed fangs.

"I like you like this," she murmured, her gaze intent. "It's what you really are and I feel privileged you allow me to see it."

"No more privileged than I feel because you allow me to be fully myself with you." A moment of pause, then Gibbs added. "I hope you know how much I love you, Abby. This isn't a one-time thing."

She nodded, and smiled. "I know, Jethro. I wouldn't be here, in this bed, if I didn't know it. And I trust you know how much I love you too."

"Yep—I know."

"Good." Abby felt her eyelids grow heavier and more difficult to keep open. She lowered back on the mattress, her face turned toward Gibbs.

"Do you mind if I crash on you?" she murmured. "I want to talk more, but I'm too exhausted ...You wore me out."

Gibbs smiled gently, "We'll have plenty of time to talk during the weekend. Now sleep."

Abby smiled back for a moment, and then she turned her back to him and curled on her side. Gibbs moved in instinctive response, briefly sitting up and pulling up the blankets to cover both of them, before spooning behind her, cradling her against his body, his chest against her back, hips and legs curved behind hers. He put one of his strong arms around her and the last thing Abby thought before falling asleep was she had never felt as safe and as loved as in that moment.

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