A/N - Title of this chapter was inspired by Jewel's Break Me. I love that song, it's mesmerizingly haunting.
Chapter 37 – Break Me
"You're trembling," Pam murmured against dusky lips.
Tara swallowed and tried to control her body that shook like castanets. It made for a curiously odd presentation for despite the tension thrumming through her sinewy frame, rendering her muscles to bands of organic steel, they also quivered violently like blancmange, Tara shaking beneath Pam as though caught in the terrible throes of palsy.
"I...I just..."
Pam pressed a soothing kiss to Tara's cool cheek and waited, all too glad and willing to afford Tara all the patience she deserved. The vampire was rarely at a loss for words, too fine and cultivated a linguist to allow any language, new or old, to hinder the transformation from mental thought to verbal output. However, on the rare occasion where Tara found herself tongue-tied, Pam discovered, much to her delight, that whatever words, whatever prose that would unfurl from that skillful tongue, spill like water from those tumid lips, would be resoundingly, deeply and inexplicably profound, stirring the deep, previously unexplored penetralia of her heart.
"You just?" Pam encouraged as she pulled back slightly, enough to leave scant millimeters between their mouths. She refused to venture further however, refused to allow more than precious inches of space to come between their bodies, frightened somewhat that if she did, Tara would put end to what was slowly transpiring between them.
Glaucous eyes locked with whorls of India ink, Pam's breath catching slightly in her throat as she took stock of the vulnerability backlighting those fathomlessly dark eyes.
"Tara?"
"I want to be careful with you," Tara managed to breathe out, biting down contemplatively on her lower lip as she stared up at Pam with a slightly stricken expression. She reached out with a trembling hand, held it abeyant next to Pam's face before she found an iota of courage to alight her palm onto a plane of a shockingly smooth cheek, the immortal features of her face softening instinctively when Pam immediately leaned into her touch, pale lids fluttering and a soft, contented smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
"You are the finest, most precious thing I've ever dared touch, Pamela." Tara's hoarse admission came on a war of whispers, her low alto comprised of equal measures of helpless, hopeless awe and sheer, naked terror. "I want to be careful with you; I'm so afraid you'll break under my rough hands." Her broken confession extracted a lone hematic tear from the corner of her left eye and it sundered Tara's cheek as it lazily meandered down her face. "I couldn't bear it if I hurt you, my angel. It would ruin me."
Pam swallowed thickly, her mate's open, petrified confession causing her heart to clench and her eyes to sting. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against Tara's, azure orbs slipping behind pale lids as she greedily breathed in Tara's scent.
Musk and cloves. Sandalwood. Earthy, wild and irreplicable.
"You won't hurt me." A pale hand drifted down, clumsily finding its twin of dusky brown, Tara's hand having previously, naturally found purchase on her hip when Pam took to straddling her thighs. She entwined their fingers, lifted them up to her lips and placed a kiss to a nearby midnight dipped finger. "These hands have never touched me in violence." Another kiss, this one to the heart of Tara's palm. "Never touched me in anger." She brushed her lips against the protrusion of Tara's knuckles, memorizing the feel of them with each strategically placed kiss.
"You won't hurt me," she repeated softly. Eyes holding all those mesmerizing shades of blue flecked with gray looked up and latched onto orbs that seemed fashioned out of pure obsidian. "You don't know how," Pam finished as she gazed resolutely into Tara's eyes. "Because when you touch me, when you hold me, you do it with nothing less than complete love and care."
Tara nodded for it was true. She would touch Pam, hold Pam with nothing less than complete and utter love and care because her mate deserved nothing less. She was precious, so precious to Tara and so fiercely loved by her that she was incapable of anything less than a safe and loving touch.
Pam smiled. She reached up, thumbed away that lone ruby drop that clung precariously to Tara's cheekbone, a quivering organic jewel, then brought her bloodied thumb to Tara's lips. She bit back a moan when Tara immediately took her thumb into her mouth, suckling on it, groaning wantonly as that lone drop of blood came laced with that powerfully feminine alchemy of lavender, honeysuckle and vanilla.
"O Beloved," Pam began, a slow recitation that was meant to fan the embers of Tara's desire. She withdrew her thumb from the damp, tepid cavern of Tara's mouth, brushed her fingers affectionately against Tara's cheek. "Take me with your kiss, take me a thousand times and I will prepare you a feast." Her lips followed the path of her fingers, dragging languid kisses up the line of Tara's jaw, Pam murmuring as she went; soft, private, intimate words that were meant for Tara and Tara alone.
"Take me with your arms, O Beloved," Pam continued in a low, rough husk as she reached Tara's ear. Her voice was a smoky, dark invitation that made Tara's beast stand in immediate attention, ears pricked and eyes alert. It began pacing restlessly as Pam drew a dusky earlobe into her mouth, biting down on the bit of flesh with the flat of her front teeth, extracting from Tara a growl that was equal parts warning and aroused. "Take me a thousand times and I will inhabit your bed."
Tara quivered when Pam moved her hands to the back of her neck, her fingers a sudden, searing presence along her nape and up the back of her head as Pam trailed them up into her hair, tangling them in those inky tresses tinted with those enigmatic shades of sea blue and green. She reseated her hands firmly on Pam's waist, fingers flexing and digging possessively into soft, warm flesh as Pam's breath, scorching hot against her cool skin, shattered onto the shell of her ear.
"Take me with your body," Pam rasped, her voice shaking, accent shifting as she tightened her legs around Tara. "Take me a thousand times, O Beloved, and I will build you a house." She pressed her lips to the hollow behind Tara's ear, nuzzled her nose into locks of midnight hair before she pulled back, revealing an electric, stormy azure gaze. They bore fiercely into Tara's hooded dark gaze, a challenge lurking in those arctic depths.
"Break me," Pam husked. "I want to shatter beneath you, splinter into a million shards and come undone in the safe harbor of your arms." She leaned forward until her lips were a hairsbreadth away from Tara's. "Break me, Tara. Show pleasure unlike anything I've ever known before."
Tara thought she knew hunger, thought she understood with intimate clarity, fevered desperation and unquenchable desire but as she stared into her mate's defiant, goading blue eyed gaze, every paltry emotion she'd ever known, ever felt in her ageless, immortal life crumbled and fell away like dust.
She wound a hand around the small of Pam's back, her arm a heavy band of muscle and bone, caging her mate firmly to her sinewy frame as she tilted her head up to capture those tumid lips of crimson in a kiss that threatened to send them both tailspinning into a mad, timeless oblivion.
Pam whimpered as Tara dragged her deeper into her embrace, her lips drowning her in a churning whirlpool of musk, cloves and sandalwood. The sensation of their bodies pressing intimately against each other was almost too much; she was overstimulated, her equilibrium upset by her mate's dizzying, unrelenting kiss. She wanted to weep at the raw beauty of Tara, wanted to pull away because the heat between them was too hot, too overwhelming.
Instead, she pressed closer, kissed her harder, deeper, the slipping and sliding of her lips against Tara's leaving trails of wildfire until her body shook under a paroxysm of a desire so potent, she was almost lightheaded from the sensation. She reached down until her fingers met the hem of Tara's sleep tunic. Bunching the material in her hands, she dragged the tunic upwards, a slow, calculated act that was meant to be torturous as it was pleasurable.
Tara tore her lips away as Pam continued to roll her sleep tunic up the defined contours of her torso, dark eyes dilating visibly as she took in Pam's swollen mouth, lush and glistening, her cheeks blushing a dark red rose, courtesy of her fevered kiss. She found temporary residence in those tumultuous whorls of steel-gray and winter-blue as Pam brought her sleep tunic up to the underside of her breasts, pausing as she wordlessly waited for permission and smirking slightly when a dare of Tara's own sparked to animated life in her orbs of midnight and ink.
Energy dripped from the vampire like rain as Tara stared into her mate's defiant, challenging eyes of vivid cerulean, fangs distending with an audible click and growing thick in her mouth as Pam deliberately brushed a teasing thumb over the side of a barely exposed breast. Power, dark, unforgiving and savage rent the air until it was rife with faux danger and open sensuality as Pam caught and acknowledged Tara's permission by way of the manner in which she lifted up her arms, silently telling Pam to rid her of her tunic.
Orbs of midnight latched deliberately onto eyes fashioned from crushed sapphires as Pam slowly exposed Tara's breasts to her thirsting gaze, the intimate connection of their eyes only briefly broken when Pam pulled Tara's sleep tunic over her head, revealing Tara's nude torso in all its smooth, muscular yet feminine glory.
"Beautiful," Pam whispered, her voice all velvet and gravel. She discarded the tunic in her hands, had nary a care where it fell in a forlorn heap as she gazed hungrily, openly at a half-naked Tara. She could feel her mate's own stare on her as she gazed unashamedly at her mate's newly revealed nakedness, Tara's gaze penetrating her like heat itself, physical and intimate. It only served to make the feminine parts of her wetter and by god was she wet for Tara.
Wet, out of her mind and burning with desire.
She reached out with a quaking hand, a full, crimson lip slipping into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth as she dared to let her palm rest on a washboard stomach. The muscles beneath Tara's dark, flawless skin trembled in response, growing calescent from Pam's natural warmth. The undulating territory that was Tara's abdomen, the ebb and flow of sharply defined muscles only served to make pale fingers greedy and Pam found that her hand had begun moving of its own accord, mapping out territories up Tara's stomach and tearing a low growl from Tara when she slipped two fingers up the valley of Tara's breasts.
Tara tried valiantly to sit still, tried with all her might to allow Pam a tactile exploration of her body. It was her natural right as her mate, to brand Tara as hers with her fingers and her hands but she was already dangerous and brimming with need, her restraint on her beast held on a threadbare leash that was quickly unraveling at the seams.
When Pam boldly cupped her breast, she couldn't bite back her animal snarl, couldn't stop herself from surging forward to imprison Pam's mouth with her own, razing those ambrosial lips with a kiss that was animalistic as it was feral.
"Undress me, Tara," Pam husked out breathlessly when Tara ripped her mouth away, harsh breaths sawing roughly in and out past fangs that glinted bone-white against the shadows. She spared Tara's naked torso one last hungering stare before reluctantly dragging her lusting eyes back up to those timeless, immortal features, breath hitching in her throat as the aurulent spill of light from the lamp on the bedside table highlighted the expression currently mapping bold territories on Tara's face.
Tara's features were harsh with the force of her lust, her lips peeled back in a half snarl, revealing her sharp glistening fangs. Her eyes were hungry and dangerous with a violent need to take what was rightfully hers, glaring at Pam almost and unrepentantly possessive as they roamed over the blonde's wintry, aristocratic features. She stared at Pam with pure animal, carnal need, hardly knowing where to begin with her. Hunger ratcheted in her like a vise; she wanted to devour Pam, wanted to worship her, use her up, wanted to take her in every way that only one of her kind could.
Pam shivered, desire like poison in her veins as Tara pulled her into a hard, unyielding embrace, slanting her mouth over hers in another kiss that was forceful as it was deliberate, an animal putting its stamp on what was meant to be hers and hers alone. She whimpered into Tara's mouth as she felt those cool hands with those strong, limber fingers dancing down along the sides of her thighs, bunching up the material of her nightgown in her palms, the same manner in which Pam previously did to Tara's own sleep tunic. A pale hand wound itself into Tara's hair, clenching ungently, fistfuls of those silken locks as Tara slowly, almost lazily began lifting up her nightgown, acting as though she had all the time in the world to perform such a dastardly intimate act.
Intimate segments of Pam grew damper as the soft rasp of cotton against bare skin whispered into the air only to tantalize her ears, Pam's nails digging into Tara's scalp as her mate kissed her with slow purpose, crowding the joining of their mouths with hints of fang and tongue. She shivered as the hem of her nightgown was dragged up her thighs, revealing flawless, creamy skin of alabaster to Tara's hungry, wanting gaze.
"From the moment I met you," Tara began softly, her susurrant tone at odds with the savagery painted across her face. She lifted the material of Pam's nightgown up over her hips, slowly revealing a delicious slab of a delicately muscled abdomen, "I harbored this unquenchable desire to lose myself in your sweet flesh." The nightgown continued to pull upwards, Tara's hands aiding in its journey up sweet feminine curves inch by slow inch. "I will lose myself in you," Tara promised, her voice a low, urgent vibration that sent a shock of lightning straight to Pam's core. She cut her eyes to Pam as she pulled the nightgown over Pam's breasts, her wild, earthy scent going dark and humid with lust and desire as her dark, dangerous gaze vacillated between Pam's desirous stare and her newly naked chest, the fragrance of her mate's sweet, sharp arousal perfuming the air between them, filling her nose like the most potent of aphrodisiacs. "I will take what what is allotted to me." Growing suddenly impatient, she tugged the nightgown up over Pam's head with preternatural swiftness, discarding it off the side of the bed without so much as a backwards glance.
"You are mine," Tara almost snarled as she wrapped a heavily muscled arm around Pam's naked back, pulling her flush to her front. She kissed her passionately, her fangs grazing the edges of Pam's mouth with dark promise, the act excavating a broken whimper from the blonde. "You are mine, you shall be mine, and you and I? We are one. Forever."
Tara didn't wait for a reply as she turned them over on the bed, holding Pam as though she were made of glass every inch of her precious and breakable. A treasure she was unworthy of but determined to cherish with every last wretched fiber of her being.
Pam thought she would cry as Tara lowered her onto the mattress, the act so tender, so gentle that it was almost too much. She reached up and grabbed at Tara's bare shoulders, hauling the vampire over her supine frame and crying out as Tara immediately recaptured her mouth in a meaningful kiss, only a faint bite of hunger cushioned within the tepid press of those full lips despite the fact that Tara's body was tense and coiled almost to the point of pain.
The sudden unhurried melding of Tara's mouth against her sent a current of liquid heat arrowing through her lithe frame. Flash fires of desire and need pooled in the intimate nook between her legs, the raw, feminine core of her filling with bright, fierce longing but despite the fact that Pam was throwing off erotic heat like a furnace, her body writhing beneath Tara's with increasing urgency, Tara was still kissing her like she had all the time in the world to do so, her fingers trailing up her left arm and over her clavicle with a languidness that was borderline maddening.
Her mate's touch was firm with possession, the pads of her calloused fingers sending little convulsions through Pam with every deliberate brush against bare flesh and yet Tara didn't simply take. She held her down firmly on the bed, pinioning her to the mattress with her body in a manner that barely allowed Pam movement but instead of fear or anxiety of being hemmed in, all Pam felt was safe and secure. When she finally deigned to break the kiss that felt like fire and lightning and thunder combined, Pam found that when they locked eyes, Tara's fathomlessly dark gaze, backlit with desire and lust was hungry yet patient. Her next kiss was similarly contradictory: it was painfully passionate, the contact of their mouths meeting staggering and explosive, creating a kind of brutal, intense pleasure within Pam that had her groaning helplessly into Tara's mouth. Yet despite the fevered passion, despite the spark of mad urgency crackling like electricity between their mouths and their bodies, Tara's kiss was still confoundingly soft and tender.
There was nothing simple about her mate; Tara would never fit into the jackets of simplicity. She was full of contradictions, full of enigmatic surprises, twists and turns and it was one of the things Pam loved about her because there was nothing simple about the way Tara made her feel, nothing simple about the way Tara loved her.
"You are pure flame," Tara rasped out as she broke the kiss to allow Pam access to air. She reached up stroked soothing lines down a warm cheek flushed with arousal as Pam panted and dragged what little air she could into her heaving lungs. Tara's voice was quiet, broken almost as she stared at her mate with a love so true and pure that Pam's blue eyes instinctively welled with tears. "I touch you and I ignite. I kiss you, and I burn to have more." She moved her hand up, sifted Pam's hair through her fingers, the corn silk tendrils rasping against her calloused flesh like silk. "You consume me, Pamela. I will forever burn for you."
Tara sealed her words with a kiss so soft, it felt like a benediction, procuring from Pam a stifled sob that quickly tapered into a mewling moan as Tara suddenly deepened the kiss, the act becoming more demanding, more savage as her hands began a purposeful roam over the living, breathing canvas that was Pam's delectable body. She was a living work of art, Tara thought, as she used her fingers to memorize the feminine curves, the warm, impossibly soft flesh, her nose nuzzling into an erratically beating pulse to pick up a scent that beckoned to her as much as the rush of blood beneath Pam's skin did.
Lavender and honeysuckle. That melancholic strand of vanilla that began a torpid twine around her senses, making Tara crave Pam with a need that was bound to prove disastrous.
It shamed her somewhat, how much Pam affected her. A simple thought of her mate made her skin feel too tight, too warm, an ironic notion considering her status as a vampire. But Pam made her burn, made her want to cast aside the world in order to lose herself in all that sweet, delectable flesh for the rest of eternity.
Tara tongued a path down the side of Pam's neck, the damp muscle a velvet tool that branded alabaster skin, procuring from the writhing blonde a desperate keening moan. She let loose a groan of her own as the combination of Pam's unique scent and the musky aroma of her arousal, inebriating and lush, wracked havoc with her senses. She breathed in that intoxicating combination, let the mingling scents sift through her teeth, loving how it played on her tongue, teased her taste buds into a hypnotic dance.
"Tara..."
The sound of her name dripping like thick honey off Pam's lips was jarring in its intimacy, swamping her with a surfeit of sensation. She grunted in turn, a coarse, animalistic sound, too drunk off her mate for articulate, intelligent conversation, the hand trailing dangerously close to a part of Pam she previously dared not explore, lingering on a hip, its fingers ghosting questioningly over heated, pale flesh as Tara locked her savage, violent gaze onto pleading, needing whorls of azure, cerulean and Prussian blue.
Pam answered Tara's wordless plea by spreading her thighs wide in order to give her mate's roaming, wanting hands free access to whatever they might find intriguing and was rewarded when Tara leaned back down for another kiss, conveying to Pam just how much she yearned for her, how much she needed to possess and take what was already rightfully hers.
Pam felt her mate's passion in the hungry way Tara covered her mouth with her own and in the erotic demand of her tongue as it dragged along the seam of her lips, pushing inside demandingly as soon as Pam parted them to draw in a shallow, gasping breath.
She dug her fingers into Tara's shoulders, almost drawing blood as her nails dug into bunched muscles, keening almost pitifully as Tara's fingers finally, finally found a home in the embarrassingly wet nook between her legs. Sensation flooded through Pam's lithe frame, every fiber of her being responding to that glorious invasion, turning her blood molten, her body boneless. She shook violently beneath Tara's sinewy frame as Tara explored her damp, weeping walls, the fingers inside of her moving so gingerly, so carefully that she wanted to weep from how reverently Tara was touching her.
Already, Pam could feel herself being pulled into a creamy darkness as Tara touched her, the tempo of her fingers becoming anything but gentle as Tara lost herself to the moment, to the feel of Pam clenching around her fingers, hot, wet and tight. She growled as Pam wrapped her legs around her waist, hissed in admiration and agony as her fingers fanned the heat between the apex of Pam's thighs to a raging, almost unbearable inferno, scorching her cool flesh. Needing relief, needing stability from the drunken morass her mate had made of her senses, Tara moved to bury her face into the side of Pam's neck, breath raking coarsely through her teeth as she took deep pulls of Pam's scent.
It was an instantaneous mistake, a grievous error on Tara's part for all the act of infusing her lungs with that perfect alchemy of lavender, honeysuckle and vanilla did was to compound her hunger, to drive her fingers further, deeper into Pam, growls spilling persistently from her parted lips as her mate moaned and mewled and keened beneath her, clutching at her with frenzied desperation, her back arching, hips bucking and head thrashing, causing Pam's hair to spill onto the pillows like threads of spun gold.
Pam shuddered when she felt Tara's fangs graze tentatively at the side of her neck, quite a feat considering how her body was constantly shaking under a transport of an oncoming orgasm and the white-hot desire that was arrowing through her body. She whimpered when Tara pressed a sharp point questioningly into her skin, her own nails digging unrelenting crescent grooves into Tara's muscled shoulders as her mate continued to urge her to completion with her fingers that moved within her with all the finesse of an expert lover.
"Take it," she managed to gasp out before her eyes screwed shut, from anticipation, pleasure or a combination of both she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted to feel the penetration of Tara's fangs into her neck as much as she wanted to feel those strong, limber fingers moving deep within her, causing those first tremors that signaled her coming release. "Feed from me, Tara."
Tara didn't hesitate this time, didn't pause to question Pam's request or to find permission she knew would be swimming in eyes that were colored with a thousand shades of blue. She paused only once to latch a focused, hungry, thirsting gaze onto a pale, slender throat, currently exposed to her waiting fangs like a sacrificial offering. A strong vein pulsed beneath that delicate, alabaster skin and it caused Tara's mouth to water, caused need to claw at her belly and a pressure to build in the base of her spine.
Lowering her head, she put her mouth to Pam's neck, and carefully bit down, penetrating soft flesh with the razor sharp points of her fangs. She only meant to taste, to sip but Pam was too sweet on her tongue, too responsive beneath her and so she bore down onto that willing flesh in a primal surge of motion, her fangs seeking out that taunting, obscenely pulsating vein. She moaned, fingers driving ever deeper into Pam as the taste of her mate's wet, warm blood slammed into her senses in a floor of roaring power and try as she might, Tara couldn't curb her possessive growl as she suckled hard at Pam's throat, her blood stimulating her like the most potent, intoxicating drug, hitting the sensitive pockets of her mouth and causing drums and cymbals to rumble and crash through her veins.
Pam gasped sharply as Tara bit down, body tensing at the invasion of those deadly incisors lodging themselves into her neck, a flinch whiplashing through her lithe frame at the momentary pain Tara's bite inflicted. And then, just as quickly as the pain arrived, it faded into a whitewash of pleasure as those twin wounds became erogenous zones and Pam found herself melting against that sinewy frame that held her down, her muscles going lax and pliant as Tara continued to feed from her. She bucked against those fingers skillfully working between her legs, arched her neck to allow Tara's fangs to burrow deeper into her willing flesh.
Pleasured mewls and broken sighs were all Pam seemed capable of as Tara's fingers and fangs began spinning her out onto a seemingly endless discus of pleasure. The suckling at her throat was an erotic ballad to her ears, Tara's lips making the most perverse and deliciously wet noises in the quiet of the room. Her tongue was a moist, hot demand against her throat as Tara lapped at those twin puncture wounds, the fingers between her legs expertly driving her to the edge of reason, of sanity, of sensation and pleasure. They knew just how to move with her, knew with startling intimacy, the right tempo and rhythm to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her body and towards the end, Pam was panting harshly and perspiring heavily, hands simultaneously pushing Tara away and pulling her closer as every nerve ending fired off inside of her like a hail of sensory explosions.
When Pam felt those fingers curl deep inside of her, pushing her towards a bliss she had never known let alone imagined was possible, her body gave in and gave up. She shattered, a sweet detonation of raw pleasure and emotion that broke loose something inside of her as the waves of her climax carried her senses heavenward on a choked cry of her mate's name.
Tara watched, eyes wide and almost deranged as Pam came apart beneath her, fangs pulling out from the sweet flesh of Pam's neck and emerging wet and crimson with blood as they retreated from their temporary nest of flesh and blood.
The vampire watched in tortured admiration as Pam arched and undulated, her movements liquid and graceful, having never seen anything as breathtakingly beautiful as Pam in throes of erotic bliss. She had pushed Pam to a place where only sensation existed, then pushed her past it and now, she was reaping the benefits of her efforts, covetously drinking in the sight of Pam reaching completion by her hands.
It wasn't enough though, simply observing. She wanted to partake in Pam's bliss, needed to feel Pam come apart against her mouth and so Tara lowered her bloodstained lips to Pam's, kissing her ruthlessly, demandingly, the mingle scents of spilled blood and sex calling to her like a siren's song even as she lost herself in the sweet sounds and the stunning power of her mate's passion, the fingers between Pam's legs never ceasing, never stopping as they milked every last ounce of pleasure from her mate's all too willing body.
As Pam cried out a second release, senses unraveling, her orgasm rocking her from a place so deep within her, it seemed to explode from the depths of her very soul, Tara wrapped strong arms around her, allowing Pam to taste the ferocity of her hunger in the manner in which she hauled her into an unyielding embrace, delivering a kiss that swept them both into a world that was all fierce and electric ecstasy.
Pam clung desperately to Tara as she rode out her release, her mate's unapologetically possessive embrace the only shelter in a storm of unashamed sensuality. Her body felt inflamed, every cell in her body lit with heat and infused with that damning aroma that belong uniquely to Tara.
Musk, cloves and sandalwood.
It was a scent that was exquisite as it was singular and it made her head thick, her senses dazed as she dragged mouthfuls of it into her lungs, her body still weeping and out of control, her mind speckling black and white as Tara kept true to her promise and showed her pleasure like she had never known. She was naked and burning in Tara's arms, the air rent with nothing but dusky, feminine desire and even after, when her body finally calmed and she lay sated, panting and boneless in Tara's arms, the need to brand herself upon Tara's body, to bring her mate pleasure unlike anything Tara had ever felt, beat in her blood like a percussion symphony. It made every part of Pam tight and aching, raw with the need to claim, to put a mark of her own upon Tara's body. It was a strange mélange, to feel both libidinous and wrung out but she had not strength to resist the mastery of her senses, no strength to deny that elemental female stirring that Tara so easily brought out in her.
Tara was summarily startled when Pam pushed at her shoulders, the blonde's element of surprise giving her the upper hand as she reversed their positions on the bed. Tara moaned lowly, wantonly at the feel of Pam's body pressing deliberately against hers, the manner in which their bodies were intimately, nakedly flush against each other sending a jolt of fire coursing through her sinewy frame, searing every last nerve ending with the stamp of her feminine curves and the lush, unapologetically female scent of her.
Pam's touch was hot, catching and burning her skin like an open flame, leaving trails of electricity all along her spine as her mate took to caressing her midnight kissed skin with teasing skims of her fingers. She locked eyes with Tara, blue boring into black as she moved down Tara's body with purpose, ravenous for the taste of her. She wanted to bury her head between those powerfully muscled thighs wanted to plunder the sweetness she could smell staining the air, wanting to feel and taste Tara come apart on her tongue.
"Tara?"
Tara looked down at Pam, Pam whose mouth hovered just scant inches from the most intimate part of her, pale fingers tracing the line of her breeches, the one last sartorial barrier barricading her weeping feminine flesh from Pam's hungry stare and ravenous mouth. Her jaw clenched, fists bunching where they lay uselessly on either side of her on the bed as she caught Pam's smile. It was a hungry thing, that smile, filled with dark, seductive feminine promise and it made the intimate parts of her ache with fierce need.
"Y-yes, Princess?" she managed to grit out. Her voice was a dry croak, Pam's blood slowly caking on the corners of her lips. Absentmindedly, the tip of her tongue snuck out, licking away at the residual crimson.
"Brace yourself," was all Pam offered before she lowered her head and swept Tara into a constellation of rapture.
TBC
A/N 2 - Phew! That was a lot…I'm so wrung out from this damn chapter. I think I managed to describe every emotion and feeling known to man in this chapter and I'm exhausted. The reason it took me so long to punch this one out was that frankly, I was a little intimidated to write it. I've basically spent the entire story of Beautiful Stranger building up to this moment and god help me and my wretched soul if I couldn't get it as close to perfection as I could.
Funny thing you should know about how this chapter went down though: I was sitting, no lying, on a chair, getting voluntarily poked with a needle at god only knows how many times a minute (I was getting inked) and suddenly, thoughts for this chapter started floating through my brain. I don't know if it was the buzzing of the tattoo gun or the fact that I was almost in that weird out of body state from the pain (I was in the chair for over three hours) but boom! Ideas for this chapter. I guess y'all can thank my tattoo artist for this one.
Okay, just so I don't get sued, I borrowed some quotes and stuff, typed in Italics, from:
Caris Roane – I borrowed the O Beloved poem from her books along with Tara's admission about how she burned for Pam, how Pam ignited her.
Those of you who have read Carmilla, a vampire book predating Stoker's Dracula by over two decades, will know that Tara saying "You are mine, you shall be mine and you and I are one for ever," comes from the novel. It's not an easy read but I picked it up during college, curious by its Sapphic inclinations and the fact that it predated the infamous Dracula novel. Conclusion? A shrink would have field day with the obsessive manner between the two main characters. Also, I really, REALLY love this quote. It's so terrifying and disturbing yet so intimate and delicious at the same time. Vampires. Bloody creatures, contradicting everything they attach themselves to.