It's a bad joke, but I can't help myself, so I'm going to write it anyway: I'm back with a bang!

Yes, yes, this chapter includes lemon, so I need you to tell me if you like it or if you think I suck at writing smut and should just go back to teasing you.

Please, remember, this story is rated M.

NSFW.

Breathesgirl is my awesome Beta.

Disclaimer: Slavery is illegal. I don't own them.

Previously: I wasn't thinking: I wasn't even aware of what I was doing when I put his finger in my mouth and pretended I was going to bite it off. I realised what I had done only when I felt Eric freeze. I looked up slowly, still with my lips wrapped around his finger.

His eyes were burning holes into mine and he was standing there completely immobile. I sucked the ice cream off and released his now clean finger with a soft pop. We stared at each other for a minute in deafening silence, with me still holding his wrist, before Eric slowly moved his hand and, without breaking eye contact, dipped his finger again and presented it to me.

I sucked his finger into my mouth obediently and swirled my tongue around it. Eric's eyelids fluttered momentarily and he shifted his weight. His other hand moved to my face to caress my cheek as I licked the drop of melted ice-cream that was trapped between his fingers.

"Want more?" he asked hoarsely when there was no trace of ice-cream left on his skin.

I nodded and stood up: We could have just fallen onto the sofa, but I wanted the bed.

I stepped around the couch and Eric used the time to lose his shirt, exposing his sculpted torso. Now that was something I could see myself wanting to lick. It seemed almost unfair how good he looked without even trying. I wasn't about to complain, though: After all, I was the one reaping the benefits.

I was brought out of my musing when Eric reached for me and pulled me in for a kiss: I relaxed into his embrace.

He surprised me when he took the ice-cream container from me. Instead of putting it aside he raised it and looked at me expectantly. I guess he liked the game. I hesitated only for a second before dipping my own finger in and experimentally making a single ice-cream smear across Eric's chest. This was going to be fun.

I put my hands on his ribs and leaned in to lap at his skin at a leisurely pace.

"I was wrong," Eric's voice reached me in my lustful haze.

He needed to take a breath in order to talk, causing his chest to rise and fall mesmerising me.

"Hmmm?" I purred, fully focused on my task. There were so many muscles to trace...

"I can see now that there is some allure to the ice-cream."

I chuckled before licking my lips, "You know, I'm torn," I said as I looked up at him, "I've always been taught not to play with my food."

"Why not?" Eric asked with a straight face, "I always do."

"Eric!" I scolded him laughing hard, "Hush!"

"It's true!"

He didn't have an ounce of shame.

"Let's go," I said taking a step backwards.

"Where to?" he asked, but he took a matching step forward.

"Bedroom."

I realised that the sweats I'd changed into after work didn't look too sexy, so I decided that the easiest way to fix it was to strip. I shrugged off my old T-shirt first Icertainly had Eric's attention then because I wasn't wearing a bra. I laughed and turned around before running upstairs to my bedroom, leaving atrail of clothes for Eric to follow instead of bread crumbs. He could have caught me in a blink, but he let me get away for the moment. I jumped on the bed and turned to face the door just in time to see Eric stepping in. He stopped at the threshold to kick off his shoes and socks then joined me on the bed and placed the ice-cream container between us.

"Do your worst," he said gleefully.

I grinned, who would have guessed Eric had it in him? I knelt on the mattress and turned to him.

At this point the only article of clothing I had left on me were my panties and I congratulated myself on wearing nice underwear sinceit looked like I should always be prepared when Eric was nearby. Right then he looked very pleased with the sight I presented him with.

I repeated the process of applying the ice-cream on him, this time on his neck, causing him to shiver.

"Is it alright?" I whispered worriedly as I kissed theskin around where the ice cream was, "Is the coldness unpleasant?"

"It's okay," he reassured me. "Our bodies are naturally cooler than humans': The temperature doesn't bother us the same way. It's the contrast between the chill and your warmth that gets to me, but don't stop, I like it."

With his consent I proceeded to lick the splash away before reaching for another portion. There were still some places I wouldn't dare put the cold substance though, which was a shame since these were very promising places. Maybe some other time we could come up with something different than ice-cream?

Of course I could always lick Eric without covering himin anything at all.

Eric's muscles flexed as his hand twined itself in my hair. This...game was messy but so very worth it!

At some point he smeared some of the ice-cream himself and I took it as a hint that he wanted my mouth on the places he put it. He grunted his approval when I swirled my tongue around his nipple and sucked harder: I liked how responsive he was.

"Use your teeth," he suggested.

"Huh?"

"Bite a little."

Of course. Vampire. I added some scratching and gentle bites to what I was doing causing Eric to sigh happily.

The ice-cream tasted good but so did Eric's skin. One of the many perks of having a vampire as your bedmate was that they tended to be cleaner than human men, not only because they don't sweat, but also because, for some mysterious reason, vampires loveto bathe. I suspect it has something to do with their enhanced sense of smell. I've seen Eric bloody, but never greasy.

Eric lay back slowly, making it easier for me to work with the melting ice-cream. I particularly enjoyed playing with his bellybutton since I was enjoying watching as he arched his back with the sensations I was giving him.

I moved my hand lower without looking, aiming for the button of his jeans, only to discover that it and the zipper was already undone.

I slid my hand under the fabric and wrapped it around what I found inside. Eric's reaction was immediate as he raised his hips and pushed his pants and boxers down at the same time. After he freed himself from his clothes he pulled me up with one swift motion and kissed me for all he was worth, which was a lot.

"Hey," I pouted when he rolled us and put the ice-cream on the floor and out of my reach. "I didn't get the chance to find out if you really taste better than ice-cream. Don't you want me to?"

"Oh, I do," he assured me hotly, "but not right now. You've touched me enough, I need to touch you too."

To make his point he made quick work of my panties. It was really hard to argue with horny Eric when he was doing everything in his power to make me forget what I was legs tangled and I was beginning to feel light-headed from the frantic kissing. When I broke for air he moved his mouth lower, hitting all my soft spots one after another: He'd certainly been paying attention the few times we'd been together before.

"These," he said nuzzling my chest, "are beautiful."

I guess he really liked my breasts. He looked like he was lost in his own world when he was playing with them and I liked it very much but I was getting impatient.

"Eric," I called to him to bring him out of his trance as I rubbed my lower half against him.

He looked up at me, his pupils dilated, and then he bit: I cried out in shock. There wasn't really any pain even thoughit did stinga little. When he started to suck the pleasure prevailed. The sensation of him taking my blood into him was very arousing and by the time he was done drinking I was a gasping, trembling mess.

He sealed the bite and kissed the faint puncture marks left behind. Now I really needed him. I pulled at his hair and wrapped myself snugly around him. His hand wandered, finding its home at last between my legs, testing my readiness and working me up some more.

"Careful," I reminded him breathlessly when he positioned himself.

I was ready, but Eric was a lot to take and it was better if he took it easy on me at first. He pushed in slowly but steadily, inch after inch, and my mouth opened in asilent cry.

Physically there was no better feeling than sex with Eric. I've never felt so good as when I was with him and it was only getting better the more we practised.

Eric's chest rumbled with satisfaction when he buried himself all the way inside me. I stroked his back from the base of his neck to his ass. He didn't give me much time to calm down before he started moving, keeping his thrusts long and smooth.

Soon I was pushing back, enjoying the way his pelvis ground against mine every time I did it. I tried to pick up the pace but he had other plans and stubbornly refused to speed up, keeping the same maddeningly slow rhythm.

I moaned loudly: There was no escape for me – I couldn't stop, but I couldn't do anything to get what I wanted any faster either. I couldn't take it for myself, I couldn't chase it, I had to wait and let it happen. The slow build-up was driving me insane. I craved more.

"Eric," I mewled. "Fuck me."

His eyes widened. I've never said something like that, even in bed. His nostrils flared as if he were a horse dancing in place, holding back the urge to rear up and gallop. Finally I was getting somewhere. I licked my lips and added softly, "Please."

That was it, he snapped. I made a strangled sound when his control vanished and he growled as he bucked his hips wildly before proceeding to nail me to the mattress very thoroughly. I climbed the remaining distance to my climax in record time: My body shook violently and I fell apart with a sob but Eric didn't stop. I was still riding my high when he flipped me and drove his personal stake right back into me.

I guess I was getting what I had asked for. I tried to say something but I don't know what; my mind was shutting down from sensory overload. It didn't matter anyway since I'm sure it came out as gibberish. I was supposed to be on my hands and knees but my limbs were still weak from my recent release and Eric's merciless pace wasn't giving me any chance to recover so I wasn't surprised when my arms gave out causing me to fall forward. I was sure I would end up landing on my face but Eric caught me before I could hit the mattress and pulled me upright, melding my upper body with his: my back pushed against his torso, his arm wrapped around my chest, holding me tight. I felt him sucking on my neck and had a sudden jolt of awareness.

"Eric," I said sternly, "no hickeys."

Eric burst out with barking laughter.

"My sweet, sweet Sookie," he rasped against my skin.

I rested my head on his shoulder, unable toreply. I felt his hand brushing against my jaw, taking my chin to turn my head toward him in a surprisingly gentle manner. His face was very close to mine and I met his sparkling eyes with my hazy ones. He kissed me hungrily and that was when I felt myself falling of the cliff, again, without any warning. He kept kissing me and thrust afew more times before he tensed and jerked inside me with a shudder and a stream of foreign words falling from his lips in a rush. I think it's safe to say that he enjoyed himself as much as I did.

We fell onto the bed on our sides, still touching and I clumsily reached for the comforter to cover us. We lay like that for a few minutes in companionable silence: Eric spooning me from behind. We were messy and sticky, covered with body fluids and probably some sugar from the ice-cream: I was contemplating trading my dream bath with bubbles for a shower with the Viking.

"So...," Eric broke the silence. "Why were you upset before?"

… well?