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Chapter Fourteen

"Why do you continuously call me that?"

"What?" he asks, taken aback.

"You know..." I can't even utter it without keeping a silly smile off my face. "Perky."

He contemplates that for a silent moment, thinking deeply. "Because that is what you are." His voice is quiet, deadly serious. "You're fucking... perky." Oddly enough, I quite enjoy him calling me that. Hey, it certainly beats Perky Blood-Bag, any day of the week... Somehow, Perky is a far decent nick-name in my opinion.

"What? So, you're not referring to the state of my breasts?" I tease, before thinking through completely what I'm saying. How rude of me, how... dirty.

Much to my embarrassment, it brings his attention to them, and he looks at my chest for a long and hard, shameless moment. I grip the mattress underneath me, digging my nails in, willing myself not to squirm underneath his careful and downright brazen scrutiny of my body. It feels so... weird, not having any clothes or my nightgown on, especially in front of another person. It's hard to hold a decent conversation, hard to concentrate, especially when he is lying at my side, equally as naked. It's even worse knowing that the sheet is still on the floor, neglected, when it could be put to good use in covering myself up. As far as he is concerned, he could lay there naked all he wants; I could happily stare at his body all night, into next week. He has a very, very attractive body.

He licks his lips slowly, bringing his eyes back up to meet mine. His eyes glisten faintly with amusement in the light. "I think those could definitely be considered perky, also." How does he say stuff like that, with a completely straight face? Beats me.

"You think so?" I whisper, uncertainly.

He shifts on the mattress on his side slightly to get closer to me. Reaching down, he runs a hand up my side, grazing the thigh closest to him, to my hip. I give out a sigh, unable to control it.

"Fuck, yes." Why is that filthy talk somewhat... sexy to me right now? Must be the fact he hasn't got any clothes on. "Those are a beautiful pair of breasts," he mutters, very appreciatively. Holy hell. Eric Northman is complimenting me. How sweet.

"You know, you can... um, touch them, if you want to?" I suggest timidly. I curse myself inwardly. I haven't the slightest clue what I'm saying- or doing, for that matter. All I know, is that I would hardly mind, if he did.

"Oh, I might just do that."

He turns and gets up on his knees, sitting back on his thighs and ankles. An intensely concentrated look comes across his features, as he stares down at my breasts again. I'm a bit stunned by how serious he looks; He's getting himself all warmed up mentally to touch my breasts. His mouth presses into a thin line, and I can hear him breathing loudly and shallowly. What's that all about? Is it really that hard?

"I am going to touch you now, Perky," he says, his voice filled with nervous tension, as though he feels it is necessary to warn me in some way. Really, it isn't needed; My breasts are literally aching to be touched and caressed already. "Last human I touched was several nights ago, cracking his fucking ribs... Not like this." He lets loose an uneven breath, his fangs greeting me from under his top lip disconcertingly. "Never like this. I'm probably a little rusty." I guess it explains why he looks so fierce and concentrated then, like he's embarking on one demanding mission. Doesn't he touch human's like this, at all? With a little bit of tenderness? Clearly not. Not sure how I'm meant to feel on that...

He tells me that in a moment like this? Jesus Christ Almighty.

Without warning, he goes and does it. He full-on reaches out and grabs my left breast greedily, squeezing down far too tightly with his fingertips around my nipple. My back arches at its own accord, my breathing races, and I wriggle a bit, fighting back a whimper. Yep, he clearly hasn't touched a human softly in quite some time. He sports a very rough touch, and unable to help it, I make a very pained noise.

"Jesus," I gasp and groan. "Can't you be a little more gentle? It feels like you're trying to tear it off, or something..." I laugh out loud uneasily.

He releases my breast quickly, and rests his hand on his knee. Damn it, I never meant that he had to stop touching me.

"You don't touch human's like this?" It's a fairly easy assumption to make. It's obvious he doesn't.

"No, I don't." He looks incredibly frustrated. "Show me how, then," he urges, a little on the desperate side. Well, that throws me for a second. Show him? How the hell do I possibly show him? But then, after a moment of hesitancy, I think I get it. Oh! He wants me to demonstrate how I want him to touch me. I'm more than merry to lead the way, truth be told, so long as I get some gentle loving with those hands of his.

"Like this," I breathe uneasily, taking his hand in mine. Slowly, I turn his hand around, bring it down, and place it over my right breast gently, letting his fingers press down lightly into my skin. "That's much better," I smile at him, because it's obvious to me that he needs all the positive reinforcement he can get right now.

"So, you like it like this?" he whispers, running his fingers lightly over my breast, and back up again, like he's stroking the fur of a kitten, rather than supple and warm flesh. I find myself disliking how cold his fingers are right about now. It's the oddest sensation imaginable.

I shake my head. "I haven't the slightest clue what I like exactly," I admit to him, a bit hesitantly. I'm surprised by how different my voice sounds, taking on a different edge while he rubs his fingers over the peak of my nipple. It sounds unfamiliar to me, laced with aching desire, and... nervous. "After all, I've never done something like this before. Not with anyone, but I... I know it feels good, being touched like this. Gently. Carefully."

"I only bother to touch human's during my interrogations. They're good for nothing else, but that," he says, his voice coming out low and dreamy.

"Interrogations?" I croak out.

"Physical violence is surprisingly quite telling, when it comes to you human's. It gets the job done well. Not to mention, it feels fucking great."

Oh, my. "Why on earth would you interrogate people?"

"It is expected of me, as Sheriff," he explains, far too carelessly for my liking. Now I really don't know what to think about all of this. I'm letting this vampire touch me, somewhat intimately, and yet he isn't used to this, because he uses physical force mainly?

I peer down at his hand nervously, watching what he's doing to my breast; Caressing it with the lightest of finger strokes, circling around. Who knows what those same hands and fingers have been responsible for? A whole lot of bloodshed, and agony, probably? I squirm a little in uneasiness underneath his hand.

His fingers still from his inventory, as he peers at me deeply. "Is this becoming uncomfortable on you?" he asks, sounding surprisingly concerned.

"I don't know," I mumble, shrugging.

"If it is, you shouldn't hesitate to tell me. If I am being too fucking rough, tell me that, too. It's been a... very long time, since I have done something such as this. But you already fucking know that."

He's being surprisingly kind and thoughtful for a vampire Sheriff who tortures people like me on probably what most likely is a nightly basis. I just can't understand how he says unpleasant things like that, while daring to touch me, like this. Is it supposed to make me feel good, or better about any of this?

He gets to his knees again, and moves, climbing down towards my legs on the mattress. What's he doing now? Good Lord. This is crazy.

Without taking his eyes off me, he grabs my right foot in his hands, and lifts it a fraction, setting it between his muscular thighs. "Your skin..." he breathes quietly, and then slowly, he glides his hands up over my foot, my shin, my calve. "Your golden skin makes me almost miss the sunlight."

"Miss the sunlight?" I'm breathless. "What do you mean by that?"

"It isn't possible for me to go into the fucking sun." He brings my foot up to his mouth slowly, holding my gaze brazenly. He presses his lips into the side of my foot, and then brings out his tongue. Oh, boy. The tingles infect me, dangerously in a lethal and warm dose. This is pretty erotic stuff for a girl who hasn't ever had sex before, and the fact it's a vampire doing it to me... whoa, it's mind-blowing.

"Oh," I gasp, sounding like a girl very much enjoying herself. I'm starting to hate my ignorance on all things vampire. "What happens if you do? Will you burst into flames, or... fizzle straight into ash?"

"Not quite, at first." He breathes deeply into my skin, his voice all throaty and deep. "It is incredibly painful, simply just trying to make the attempt."

I frown sympathetically at him. "You must hate that, not being able to get out into the sunlight? I know I would!" I try to imagine what it's like, never going out in the sun again. I don't think I would do very well. I like sitting out in the sun and tanning away, getting brown. I'd hate not being able to do it. "Do you miss it?"

He shrugs dismissively. I realize it's pretty much a ridiculous question, because, of course he would. Who wouldn't?

"What do you do then, if you can't go out in the sun? Do you just wait around indoors, 'till it goes down?"

He huffs out a breath, oddly enough sounding like he is trying to conceal a bitter snicker. "I used to sleep in my coffin during the daylight hours. Now... sleeping has become quite limited for me. A rarity."

"Oh." So he doesn't have regular sleeping patterns like us regular human's do? Then again, no wonder you don't see any vampire's out and about during the day. They hide from the sun, and sleep. "You have difficulty sleeping?" Vampire's can suffer from insomnia, apparently. "Does... uhm, Godric keep you up most of the time?" I'm hoping he doesn't mind me asking that, but I catch his shoulders stiffen with me bringing up his name into the conversation. Godric is definitely still a sensitive topic for him.

"No, it isn't due to... that at all." He lifts my foot up again by the heel and, again, not taking his eyes off mine, he runs his tongue over the pad of my heel. Holy crap. Did he just lick me? Well, that was odd. Not to mention, not completely all that unpleasant. "I ruminate on things. I'm constantly thinking lately." He plops my foot back down on the mattress, and quickly looks away from me. Mr. Embarrassed is back in full-swing. "That, and fucking fluttering."

I lift myself up onto my elbows and stare at him, amused. "You know it's just nerves, right?"

He scoffs, still avoiding me. "It isn't fucking nerves."

"Fine, then. Deny it all you want. But I know that's what it is." I have to stifle a big, old grin, when he shoots me a very stern look of warning, a look that, quite frankly, makes me feel hot and bothered all over. I don't know why it is, but... something about him looking at me in an angry and defensive light... it just turns me into mush. I'm definitely crazy. "Don't you go looking at me like that," I say underneath my breath.

He leans down over me swiftly, placing his hands on each side of my head. I can tell its meant to be his way of intimidating me and cornering me into a hard and sticky place. "Like what?" He scrunches up his nose and pulls up his top lip, giving me a full-frontal of those fangs.

I press my lips together, trying not to giggle. "What the hell was that?"

He blinks down at me in astonishment, before doing it again. "Is it scaring you?" he asks gruffly through his fangs.

"Nope. It's kind of... cute, actually."

"Cute?" I've definitely gone and said the wrong thing. He raises an eyebrow at me in disbelief, then shakes his head. "It isn't supposed to be fucking cute. This is my infamous look." He puts his face an inch or so near mine, and goes and does the ridiculous nose-scrunching thing again, bearing his fangs at me. I swallow audibly. It is slightly intimidating if you're real close up to it, like he is. He looks very... dark and vicious, in a sense. "I make people shit themselves with this look. This is how I looked to prevent that hill-billy from stabbing you. It truly doesn't scare you?" He definitely looks wounded, and disappointed, probably because I'm not reacting to it by screaming at the top of my lungs or peeing myself, no doubt.

"Well, I'm never gonna be one of those people," I tell him confidently. And it's the truth. "You don't scare me! Not a single look is ever gonna change that!" I run my eyes down his chest, deliberately slow, drinking him in all over again. "Especially not naked with that body, like you are, anyhow..."

He wraps his hand over the back of mine and guides it downwards between us. I take in a deep breath, calming myself, when he makes me touch him... right there. Good Lord. "Do you fucking like it?" He sounds apprehensive again. How silly.

"I do. It's a very... nice body," I admit honestly, not quite looking him directly in the eye. How can you when someone is making you touch their you-know-what?

"Which part do you like?" he breathes, sounding very interested in knowing.

I feel my cheeks redden, as it dawns onto me that, yep, he has an erection, and I'm touching it. Never in my entire life did I dream I would be feeling a man's erection, nor did I a vampire's, no less. Still, it's somewhat relieving to know I have that much of an effect. I turn him on. That's always good to know, right?

"Your... your butt," I blab, still not looking. I fix my eyes on the ceiling instead.

"My ass?" I can hear the singing outrage in his voice. "You like my fucking ass?" I can't tell whether he is truly offended or not.

"Well, it's a very nice butt. What can I say? I like the whole package."

"The whole package?" It's definitely growing harder to concentrate. "That's a shitty thing to say. Everybody has one thing they like more than the other." The blood pounds in my ears, when he moves his hand, making my fingers touch him more firmly. A deep groan escapes his mouth. "What of this, though?" he asks, and I have no doubts whatsoever that he is hinting to it.

"Yes, it's nice," I murmur breathlessly, for lack of a better word.

"Nice?" The outrage is still there. "That's it? Fucking nice?"

"I think you're fishing for compliments, and I got to say, I'm not the best judge on things like this. I've never even seen one before in the flesh, so what am I meant to say?"

"Nice is pretty insulting for something like this." And he wraps my fingers around him, holding him tight in my hand, making his point very clear.

"It's more than nice," I breathe out uneasily, shocked. "I am deeply sorry I insulted your manly parts in calling them just nice. I will from now on refer to it as a mighty powerful weapon fit for a Viking Warrior. Is that better?"

"Mighty powerful weapon fit for a Viking?" he repeats, sounding amused and astonished. "I fucking like that." He grunts further his approval. I cannot believe we are talking about this. "As for now, this mighty powerful weapon is good to go."

Oh, goodness. Here we go.

"I'm ready if you are," I tell him, my voice tight and anxious. "I hope you brought some, uhm, condoms... because I definitely don't have any on me." Worst moment ever; Talking to Eric Northman about condoms. God come smite me and put me out of my misery, please!

He barks out a short laugh, like I'm so endearing to him, and lets me have my hand all to myself again. Phew. And if he does so-happen to have any condoms on him, he certainly doesn't get them. Instead, he parts his knees a bit, widening mine along with it. I'm so nervous, my entire body is shaking. My hands especially. I'm shaking in my boots, and for the first time, I feel truly scared of him. Not in a way that he probably likes; I'm mainly scared because it's my first time, and I don't know what to expect.

"You are trembling," he says, noticing it himself.

I close my eyes tightly, and try to remember how to breathe. "Sorry. I'm nervous as all hell."

"Yeah, I've noticed." He, in contrast, sounds like a completely calm and carefree man. How unfair. "We don't need condoms, Perky. I can't fucking impregnate you." I hate that he has to tell me even that.

"Oh, well. That's a relief to know, because I sure as hell don't want to have any vampire babies springing out of my belly anytime soon."

He puts a hand around my neck, lifting me off the pillow slightly. I feel his mouth near mine. "Mmm, babies," he murmurs against my lips quietly, in a very hungry way. Babies? What the hell? He kisses me, a slow and tentative kiss. I have to work a bit to get into kissing him back, but after a moment, it becomes easier, everything falls into place as I let my tongue touch his, and my nerves slowly decrease. I wish they would go away altogether, but you can't have everything you wanted, now, can you? His thumb strokes my neck, as he deepens the kiss, sinking me into the pillow.

Hmmm. Kissing with him is quite nice. Now this, I can definitely handle. I'm not sure how I'll go with everything else, though.

"How much is this going to hurt?" I ask, feeling a bit shy and breathless, as I gaze up at him. Why do I have to feel so nervous right now? I'm supposing it's normal, though.

He raises his eyebrows at me, and licks his top lip. "You're asking me?" he asks wryly. Raising a hand slowly, he reaches down and runs his fingertips down the side of my cheek. I melt against him, feeling readier than ever, spurred on by his gentle and somewhat reassuring caress. "If there was a refresher course on this, I would take it within a heartbeat." His lips lift slightly in astonishment, and his fangs glare at me. "I feel like a fucking virgin again myself."

"Do you remember the first time you did this, as a human?" Boy, oh, boy. What a question to ask when we're getting ready to do the deed. Funnily enough, he hardly seems as if he minds one bit. He seems real proud of himself.

"I do, actually, Perky." He smiles down at me, a bit on the wistful side. "She was older. Much older. She saw me playing out by the sea, as a young man. She propositioned me one evening, and we had sex behind my father's cattle shed. I was fifteen, I believe. She taught me everything I needed to know on how to please a woman. Little did I know, when Godric passed, it was kind of fucking pointless from thereon."

Holy hell. He lost his virginity at fifteen? That's young. And the lady, she was older. What a cradle-snatcher.

"Your first time was at fifteen?" I whisper nervously in disbelief. Jesus, it's pretty young, though. "You were only a little baby."

"You are not a man, until you experience what it is truly like to have a woman between your legs." And, right now, that woman was me. As if to further illustrate that, he grasps my thighs and brings my legs up, until my feet and ankles hook around the back of his thighs. He places his hands on either side of my head, resting them on the pillow, and without warning, lifts himself over me. His eyes hold mine, as he takes in a deep breath, and he positions himself near my entrance.

And here we go...

He pushes into me gently, makes a deep and incoherent noise, and it's the very last thing I'm expecting, as far as feelings go.

I'm holding my breath. I'm pinching my eyes tightly closed. Why does it have to feel so uncomfortable, so invasive?

"Fuck," he whispers gently, and I can hear him trying to hold in a delighted laugh. "Are you all right?"

I try to give a little nod, and force a tight-lipped smile for him.

"Look at me," he says softly, and I'm shocked by how concerned and caring he is right now. I certainly wasn't expecting this from him. "Sookie, fucking look up at me."

Feeling unbearably afraid, I force my eyelids open, and gaze up at him. I can feel his body trembling in all his restraint. He's forcing himself to be still, holding himself back. I bring my hand up and twist my fingers through the soft hairs on the nape of his neck, just for something to cling onto, and he groans deeply as he stares down at me, and there's a shocking amount of desire in his eyes for me, and warmth, and concern.

He may be a frightening and intimidating vampire to other people. But, to me, right now, he's the most caring and patient vampire in the world.

He closes his eyes slowly, and leans his head forward to rest his forehead against mine, and then brings his hands up to my face, grabbing at my cheeks, and stroking around my lips with his thumb. Parting my lips slightly, I catch the tip of his thumb in between my two front teeth, and nip at him. He grunts and jerks in surprise, and I guess that's all he needs as far as the green-light to proceed.

He eases back with deliberate slowness, and my hand tightens in his hair, as he thrusts into me, again, and again relentlessly and unapologetically. At first, I lay there, dazed, while he does it, trying to get used to what was happening and what he was doing, and then I learn how to respond in earnest.

"Please," I groan desperately into his shoulder, and I fasten my arms around his neck. And he seems more the merrier to grant me my wish.

He grabs the back of my thighs, guiding me and leading the way, and I learn the way to move my hips to meet his. Something builds up inside me, a glorious, weightless feeling, something very big and powerful, and I never knew it could feel quite this wonderful, sex with someone. I grab onto his shoulders for dear life, and he rocks over me, and my fingernails dig into his skin, and then everything crumbles around us. The walls are shaking- or maybe that's my body? As he finds his own climax, he cries out my name, mingled with that foreign language I don't understand, and stills dramatically. He thrusts the side of his face into the crook of my neck, I can feel him grinning into my skin, and it feels alarmingly hotter in temperature than it was before.

So suddenly, I feel in the mood for sleeping. I try to keep my heavy eyes open, as I listen to the pair of us breathing at a same, exhausted rate. Hot damn. That felt surprisingly good, as far as first times go.

Eventually, as both of our breathing calms down, Eric shifts slowly on his elbows and lifts his head out from my neck. He appears extremely satisfied with what we just did, and it pleases me greatly.

"Was that all right for you?" I ask, feeling foolishly worried, when he doesn't say anything for a long moment. He simply stares down at me, taking me all in, with his bright eyes. "I wasn't really sure what I was meant to do." I laugh out loud nervously. "I let you take the lead, because I...I just didn't know..." I'm definitely blabbing, but I just don't know what I'm supposed to say. I mean, what are you supposed to say after experiencing something like that with someone?

"You were fucking wonderful," he whispers, and I can tell he means it, by the way his deep voice goes all trembly and low with emotion. His eyes glisten, and I can see that familiar redness gathering in the corners of them. Oh, no. The blood's coming again. I don't think I can handle it another time. "Fucking hell," he groans to himself, and I know he is mighty embarrassed again by his waterworks in front of me. "What the fuck is wrong with me tonight?" He covers his eyes with his hands, and his strong fingers tremble, as he rubs around his creased forehead, trying to contain himself.

His fear of crying in front of me surprises me, yet again; I don't see it as much of a big deal, though he clearly does. Everybody cries, don't they? We all cry. Even Eric Northman cries. It's no biggie. It's not like it would ever make me think less of him, in any way whatsoever. I think it's somewhat sweet, in a tragic way.

"It's all right," I whisper gently up at him. "You can cry."

He sighs heavily into his hands. "I'm not."

"You don't need to hide your face from me."

He takes in a deep breath through his nostrils, and at true last, let's his hands fall from his face resignedly. Much to my relief, he isn't bleeding out of his eye-balls like he was before. He's just... emotional. Hell, I feel quite emotional myself, after what we just did together. I'm feeling all over the place. Happy, sad. Excited, affected. I guess sex does that to a person.

"I am usually not like this." He sounds like he is choking on something, like he has something wedged into his throat. "This hasn't happened to me for years. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, right now."

"Crying, like you were?" I ask sympathetically.

He quickly averts his eyes; He focuses on a spot on the wall above my head, embarrassed as ever. "Yes. I don't usually do it, I haven't for an... extremely long time. It took me by surprise before." The hesitation to admit that to me is almost palpable, in both his voice and expression. But, really? What's the big deal?

I reach up and stroke his face as he gazes blankly at the wall an inch or so above my head. His eyes water. His fangs are still out, and I realize, I still am expecting it. He really is unlike what I was expecting, as far as being a vampire goes. Not once, has he so much as attempted to fang-rape me. "You know, I wouldn't mind you giving me another first time," I tell him hesitantly.

I capture his attention, in a way that he finds looking at me downright irresistible. He studies my face carefully for a moment, and I catch the way his lips twitch. "A second time, for Miss. Stackhouse?" I know he's instantly thinking I mean sex again. Not quite, though.

"No, I'm thinking more along the lines of something else, to be perfectly honest here." Now it's my turn to avoid looking at him.

"What?" He's completely and utterly clueless.

"You know, not even once have you tried to force me into letting you drink my blood. Not even once have you tried to get your fangs into me, and honestly, I find it rather insulting."

His eyes widen. I've surprised him. Whoopee, I love doing that. "Insulting?"

"Well, yes. I feel like I've been around you enough to know that you are trustworthy, and that you wouldn't hurt me, as much as you could help it. I think I'm ready to let you have some of my blood. I don't want to fear your fangs anymore, and you know what they say about conquering your fears..."

He inhales in a deep breath, shocked. "You want me to fucking bite you, and drink from you?"

Suddenly, it sounds daunting, when he puts it that way. It sounds like something dangerous, and risky. "Well, yes. I think I do. And I trust you enough to let you do it."

"You trust me?" He eyes me, in a deadly serious and disbelieving way.

I smile up at him softly to show for it. "I think I do."

He scoffs at me through his fangs, full of derision. "That is single-handedly the most shittiest and fucking ridiculous thing I've ever heard come out of a human's mouth, Perky. You trust me?" It's a cold taunt rolling off his tongue. "Perky, many human's have said that to me, before I fucking killed them. Men and women- I am not discriminative of gender, age, or otherwise. You human's are all the same to me. Just because I find myself disturbingly... attached to you, I could still kill you within a heartbeat, and there wouldn't be Jack-shit you could do about it. You would be eating your words of trust, and choking on them."

Well, Jesus. That was as straightforward as a person could be.

"Forget I said anything, then," I mutter stiffly. "Forget about it."

"No, no." His eyes are bright with wicked excitement. "You fucking want this, and you will get it."

He cups my chin with his hand, guiding my head up, giving him more accessible voyage of my throat and neck. My back arches into the mattress underneath him, as his lips glide down my throat, panting and kissing all over me, and I think: Oh, this is it. This is finally it. The moment I have my first experience in getting bitten by a vampire. He unfairly prolongs it, keeping me hanging, and I learn next I can be extremely impatient over something like this.

I close my eyes tightly, and moan urgently through my teeth: "Bite me already."

"Oh, fuck off," he breathes against my skin; an irritated, vehement protest. Isn't that ultimately what he wants out of this? Jesus. Why pretend? He is a vampire, he drinks blood, for goodness sake. Big whoopee. There is hardly any need to try to be polite.

"Just do it already," I beg forcefully, hardly recognizing myself and the aching need spilling out of me with the words. Lord, I must truly want pain inflicted on me. Surely, it has to hurt, right?

One hand wraps tightly around my neck, while the other scoops the hair away from the side of my neck, bringing it over to my left side. My breathing changes dramatically, and I tense, ready and aching with expectation for the moment it happens. He's caving in, and it thrills me wonderfully. His nose skims across the side of my neck, as he resumes kissing me, licking me. My fingers twist into his hair, and I roll my head to one side to give him leeway.

"Now?" he murmurs heatedly into my skin, and I can hear the need for my blood.

"Yes, goddamn it," I gasp, my breathing quickening.

"As you wish." His tone is almost foreboding, sombre. His teeth pinch against my neck, and although I'm anticipating it, it's hardly the sensation I was expecting. No, it's sharp and it stings when his teeth pull and tug at my skin mercilessly, opening my flesh up like a bowl of soup for him to suck at.

"Ah," I cry out weakly, feeling my face collapse into itself in pain. My eyes burn, and I grit my teeth. How is this meant to be pleasurable? His breathing is harsh and I can feel the wetness of my blood on my skin, as he sucks, the tip of his tongue lapping greedily at my opened skin, at my blood. "Stop," I groan, trying to keep my voice firm and strong. Oh God, it hurts. "Eric, stop!"

Only, he doesn't. I'm starting to feel vaguely light-headed, and woozy. Faint. My heart is pounding in my ears. Why won't he stop?

I'm very nervous about this one. Very, very nervous, and hoping it wasn't a let-down haha. Was it? So sorry if it was!