AN: I thought about having this chapter in Adele's POV but I know how you guys hate to wait...

SPOV

All I could think about on the ride to Shreveport was how good Eric looked in leather. Everything about him was calling to me, and I knew he could smell how aroused I was but I found I didn't particularly mind. I actually might have enjoyed it just a little.

It is a weird feeling to have been with Eric before but still be a virgin technically. I remember everything about him. Everything from his voice to the shape and curves of his hands has been imprinted into my memory. All these lives I've lived, I was going to be a little overwhelmed for a while. But the one constant in the multiple times I have lived is Eric. He is always there, always as gentle and kind, and yet always strong and fierce as the time before. I wondered if we could ever have our telepathic connection back like the one we had when he was a human. It came in handy often and saved both of our lives many times. I wanted to be bonded to him like I was before, I would not take it for granted this time.

I don't know how long we sat in silence but when I went to go look at him I found that he was already watching me. I smiled at him suggestively, trying to think something to him like I used to do when he was forced to sit down and meet with the warriors of the village. I would constantly send him images or memories of us together. Hey, I was a little bored what else is a girl to do? But of course, Eric held me to my unspoken promises the moment he and I were alone.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing really, just remembering how I used to tease you when you were at the village meetings." I smirked at him playfully and he growled. Oh he remembered alright.

All of a sudden he hit the accelerator hard and we were flying around the dark corners of the road at a blurring speed. Someone's a little anxious to get home.

We pulled up to a house that looked just like all the other houses around it that is until we pulled into the garage. How could this house look so small from the outside? The inside of Eric's garage alone would equate to the size of Gran's entire house, the rows and rows of shiny and expensive looking cars seemed to go on for days.

Eric watched my reaction with a lifted eyebrow. "Impressed, lover?"

"Nah, but maybe you can redeem yourself with a tour of your house." I said with mock indifference.

"I plan to try, but we both now you just love me for my body." He said with a satisfied smirk.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Ms. Stackhouse, you wound me. I feel so used." He feigned looking hurt by bowing his head and holding his hand over his heart.

"Yes," I said with a wink, "but you are being used by me."

"That I am. How about that tour before you lacerate my ego even further."

"Would you forgive me if I promise to make it up to you?" I fluttered my eyelashes and pouted.

He just smiled at me playfully and grabbed my hand, pulling me into him faster than I could blink. "Only if you promise to 'make it up to me' until dawn…" he said breathing in my ear. I shivered.

"That could be arranged." I struggled to keep my breath steady when I kissed his neck. And before I knew it I was swept up into his arms and zooming past an endless sea of shiny metal. But when he swung the door open my jaw really dropped. It was a perfect mix of old and new. Yet the elk antler chandelier and bear skin rug seemed to match perfectly with the brown leather couches.

"Impressed now, lover?" He said as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Maybe, but I could use some convincing."

"Oh really?" He growled, kissing me slowly up my neck and across my shoulders.

"Really, I just don't think you are putting your best foot forward."

"Do you now?" He said dragging the tips of his fingers over my stomach and across the tops of my breasts. I let out a moan that I could not, for the life of me, contain. His chest rose and fell quickly when he chuckled softly. "Well, I think I seem to be doing just fine." He spun me around quickly and captured my mouth with his. He was doing more than fine.

His lips were soft at first, almost caressing mine, but the mood changed when I savagely bit his bottom lip impatiently. He pulled away a fraction of an inch to smirk at me, his fangs running out. "Someone's greedy… I love it."

He crashed down on me once again but this time he was anything but gentle. He slid his tongue over my bottom lip, requesting entrance, and my lips parted. I wrapped his right fang with my tongue, purposely slicing it in the process. He growled and cut his own. Our blood mixed together and in my mind I saw a shining gold cord form connecting me to Eric. The glistening strings wove themselves together beautifully.

Eventually I had to pull away to attempt to catch my breath I laughed as he nipped and licked his way down my neck and to my chest.

"I thought I was getting a tour Mr. Northman," I chastised him jokingly. I would have staked him if he even thought about stopping.

The next thing I know I am being pressed into the leather couch and my top has been torn to shreds. "Well, Ms. Stackhouse this is the couch." He mumbled in between kisses. I giggle uncontrollably. Between his tickled kisses on my stomach and the raspy sound of his voice, he makes me feel like a love struck teenager.

He places a searing kiss right above the line of my panties when he stops. I whimper in complaint and he laughs. "Impatient, lover?"

"Eric!"

"You were the one whining about a tour, I am just trying to acquiesce to your request, lover." He loves the effect he has on me and it is shown clearly on his face.

"Eiríkr Norseman," I pronounce his name in Old Norse and I can see the lust shining in his eyes, "if you remember correctly I believe I made a promise to you as well." I lifted my eyebrows. "I was going to 'make it up to you' until dawn but if you've changed your mind.." I attempted to get up, pushing at his shoulders and trying to cover myself up with the strands on shirt that Eric so graciously tore down the front.

His eyes widened for a moment and he pushed me down into the leather again by the shoulders. The primal growl that came from his chest sent a shiver of desire through me and I snickered. "That's what I thought."

He had me in his arms in a blink and we dashed down a large flight of stairs and into his room in an instant. He placed me on the bed and the heavy metal door shut with a beep. He had brought me to his day chamber.

I was sprawled out on the black silk sheets as he stood watching me from the door. I sat up on my elbows and raised my eyebrows again. "Tick tock, tick tock, Viking."

His fangs ran out once again and I smiled. This was going to be a long night.

AN: Sorry, if I disappointed any of you with my lack of lemons, I'm not sure how good I will be at it but I promise to try next chapter. As always I love you guys, and don't forget to review!

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