Song: Crazy In Love - Beyoncé:
I look and stare so deep in your eyes,
I touch on you more and more every time,
When you leave I'm begging you not to go,
Call your name two or three times in a row,
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain,
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame.
'Cuz I know I don't understand,
Just how your love can do what no one else can.
Eric watched intently as Tara leisurely sipped a strawberry Martini, her lovely eyes wide, her dark brows furrowed. He wondered if she was thinking of him, and if so, in what context. The thoughts left his mind racing with possibilities. Not long ago that sexy white dress was crumpled by his feet, Eric chuckled to himself. He recalled the exquisite contrast of her dark body, the perfect peaks of her breast, and all her blessed curves pressed amazingly against his pale form. His perfect memory held the smell, the feel and even her taste in his mind's eye. Yet he wondered, why her presence on his bar-stool was still holding him enraptured.
He let out an irritated sigh.
What is happening?
He was unable to dismiss Tara Thornton as a past conquest. Being with her held promise, awaking something dormant deep within his visceral essence. When their eyes met from across the room, her deep, sultry gaze looked into his icy glare as though she was attempting to seek out his soul.
And he sighed again.
He concluded his conversation with his business associate and slouched back into the seat of his throne. Behind tinted fingers, he met her gaze again and noticed her soul-searching observation had shifted into a dark heated stare and with no warning what so ever, his fangs involuntarily dropped.
Tara chortled at her queue, swigged the last sip of her beverage, snatched her purse and glided towards the stage. And as she did, all eyes in the bar were on her... On the both of them.
"I did not summon you."
"Tell your fangs and the hard-on in your jeans that."
"Don't make the mistake of thinking because I am unable to control my erections around you that I am tamed and safe."
Tara raised an eyebrow and primly took a seat. "What's your point?" If anything, his darkness drew her in more.
"I am known in the ancient world as The Terror from the North, a thousand-year-old killer, a dealer of pain, violence, and nothing will ever change that, not even you."
"That's what worries me," Tara let out a deeply troubled sigh, "I have no issue with how evil ya ass is and that makes me wonder if I'm as fucked up as you." She shook her head and chuckled bitterly.
Eric leaned in, reaching over and gently rubbing two fingers down her jaw, tracing his thumb across her bottom lip.
"Min mörkhyade skönhet." He took her hand into his, lifting it, pressing his lips to her knuckles.
"Tara Thornton, you are no more fucked up as any other human or vampire for that matter. You are cunning, resourceful, and sorely candid with the honorable desire to protect the ones you love." Eric pressed another tender kiss atop of her hand.
She looked at him through long, fluttering eyelashes. "And you Eric, terror from the North… you are clever, fiercely loyal with a respect for the responsibility like no other." She beamed beautifully at him and the vampire Sheriff could have sworn his dead heart started beating again, "Hmm", she giggled, "seems you and I have good and evil swirling around inside of us."
Eric's eyes went soft and wide, his expression like a vast ocean, deep with passion. And he leaned in closer placing a measured, indulgent kiss to her waiting lips.
"Perhaps we balance one another." He murmured against the softness of her cherry flavored lips.
"Yes, I suppose we do," Tara purred out her approval. The feeling of his cool lips and heated words roused every inch of her. It astonished her the way his eyes twinkled and his sharp deadly fangs shimmered in the dim lighting.
"You are quite beautiful Tara Mea…" He crooned while, placing his hand on her thigh. His touch made the depths of her core heat, despite his hands being icy cold.
"Why thank you, Eric," Tara brushed a soft kiss to his lips and he let out a faint growl in response. "Please go on…" she chirped.
"The way I feel when I look at you, touch you, I desire to be in your company." Electricity shot through her entire body and the atmosphere became freshened with sensuality.
"Sounds like you are falling for me Northman."
His piercing cerulean eyes gazed at her unblinking as he silently rose from his throne. And when he did he finally noticed that every single eye in the bar was on him and Tara. And Tara could feel it too. She received the confirmation when she tore her eyes from him and briefly peered out across the vast room. She could clearly see their enthrallment, a combination of lust and envy glaring back at her, it was unmistakable. She quickly became irritated by their appraisal, as did the Viking.
"It is rude to stare," Eric called out to his gawking patrons. "I command you all to go back to your drunken self-loathing."
And in one swift motion, Eric whisked Tara up from her chair, she gasped at the suddenness and in a blur of super-speed, he flew past the ogling patrons.
Cradling her petite body close to his chest, he held her firmly in his muscular arms. Eric sped out the crimson red doors, taking Tara off into the night with him.