Song: Turn Me On by Norah Jones
Like a flower, waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb, in a dark room
I'm just sittin' here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart, it's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all, you're the one who turns me off
But you're the only one who can turn me back on...
TARA POV
Like a bad case of deja'vu…The silence was numbing. For several seconds, all that I heard was my own frightened intakes of breath. It was no longer just the horrible nightmares, now the demon is physically attacking me. The pain from his attacks was minute compared to the rage I now felt boiling inside of me.
It consumed me… hunt –infect –kill, echoed in my mind…
I fought the urges with all I had and I took a deep breath, wincing as pain sliced up my back in each spot that his jagged nail had punctured. Pushing down the pain; setting aside the rage; I pushed on with my battle, everything burning with pain. I was hovering over the bed, suddenly floating on the black waves again...the pain slightly fading along with the strong sulfur odor that was not my own.
And then I heard Eric's voice call out to me.
"Tara Mae Thornton…"
My unfocused gaze found his blue ocean: there was no other way to describe it. It was as if I'd fallen feet first into a vast ocean. There was something predatory in his eyes as they drove into me, searing; every trace of mannerism was gone from his face, now I could only see him, and it made me shiver under the intensity. My body yearning for more of his touch even as he slid his hands over my shoulders.
"Choose me."
That has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to me. His words are like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flames with desire for him. The strings of energy were magnetic, causing me to arch my back to meet Eric's muscular chest.
And then he kissed me.
I felt so good being kissed so forcefully by Eric; like he was staking his claim. When I came up for air he smirked. His icy blue eyes twinkled with delight, my brown eyes warily peered back. I've never trusted anyone, but I could tell by the look in his eyes, this was more than just sex for him…He wanted me…completely. Self-consciousness rose up inside me when he removed the comforter and I was before him in nothing but my simple white cotton tank and panties. I fidgeted while resisting the urge to cover myself with my arms.
"Beautiful," Eric murmured, running his eyes over my entire body, showing me his appreciation.
And I wanted him too. I could no longer deny it. Eric was my own personal salvation. I had my communion of his blood and he took his share of mine and in our exchange, it felt as if we were joined. The deep bruises ache and throb as they heal.
I could hear him in my mind, calling out to me, chanting my name wanting me to submerge myself in his very soul. When I touched his chest, suddenly I was flooded with a tidal wave of emotion that flooded into my mind. I felt the oppressive weight of the demon lift, and I was lighter than air the smell of sulfur vanished and just like that, I was free.
As he stood I watched completely transfixed as Eric pulled the leather strip from his belt loops, tossing it to the floor. The top button flipped open, the zipper pulled down, and I unconsciously ran my tongue across my lower lip as Eric pulled his jeans down to reveal the muscular dip of his lower abdomen. My breath was caught in my throat as his pants were pushed low enough to free his long hard length from his confines. The pants were tossed aside forgotten like his belt. I felt a longing I didn't know I had. I let my fingers explore him. His adorable ass, back around to his toned stomach, up to his defined chest. I gasped when I felt Eric settle between my legs and tension once again bubbled to the surface, but before I had a chance to react Eric nudged me with his nose, sending a jolt of desire right through me. My legs parted on instinct, my body knows what to do even as my mind still questioned.
And then he licked.
I screamed in rapture as the most exquisite ecstasy spread through my body. I couldn't hold back the moans nor did I want to while Eric drove me out of my mind. I never knew anything could feel so good… This was something that transcended our bodies. I moaned with unrestrained pleasure, my body arching into their combined touch, my nerves sparking, my senses reeling. The pressure exploded in a magnificent way that left me trembling and panting for air. My legs somehow managed to wrap themselves around his head. I didn't even notice it until he was trying to pry them away from his temples.
"Oh Eric!" was all I could whimper in fervor-filled moans. As quickly as my first release flittered away, my second built and slammed into me.
My body was perched with joy and I screamed in pleasure and satisfaction, my eyes fluttering shut as aftershocks flowed through me. I needed more, so I started massaging him, my lust increasing with every kneed of my hands. He climbs up the length of my body, a groan escaped Eric's lips as I rocked him with small thrusts urging him to enter me. He was so hard, and I found myself clenching my thighs around his hips, drawing him in. He shuddered as he drove into me, muttering roughly in his native language, feeling that electricity we shared snapping around us.
Eric whispers breathlessly in my ear, "Tara, you are my Valhalla, my seraph, I worship you." And I completely unravel at his words, exploding around him as I climax, splintering into a million pieces underneath him.
ERIC POV
Now that my business affairs are in order, I can devote my undivided attention to aiding Tara.
I entered the room and observed the beauty in the throes of another demonic attack. Deep guttural grows that were not her own escaped her throat, while her lovely face and body, unnaturally contorted.
The demon was showing himself to me.
As the magi instructed I rushed to open the windows and lit sage candles amidst the room. I placed comforting hands on her shoulders, stilling her thrashing body while caressing her onyx hair, baring her exquisite neck.
"Desmond Cataliades - I command you to release Tara Mae Thornton," I called out to the demonic entity.
Tara's eyes snapped open, indicating that the demon was temporarily at bay, leaving her positively stricken. Removing my shoes, I swiftly took my place on the bed next to her. She pulled herself up, propping her elbow on the pillow, some of her hair fell seductively on her face while beads of sweat pooled on her forehead, her eyes the color of darkest state. Her gaze finally found mine, deep russet eyes sealed onto me and in that moment I felt overcome with a longing that I've never felt before.
"I don't know what to do." She began to cry.
I near her, smelling her neck and hair as I did, maneuvering so that we are face to face, watching her nervously adjust and move fractionally towards me. Taking her by surprise, I lean in and capture her remarkable lips in a kiss and I groaned when I felt Tara's tongue tangle with mine. Honey is the only thing vampires can still taste and that is exactly what Tara taste like. Pure, sweet honey.
"Choose me," I said, although even to my own ears it sounded more like a plea.
"Choose you..?" She said quietly and reached to move my hand from the pillow so it was resting in her palm. I could feel the desire swirling through her as I leaned in and rubbed my cheek against hers. So warm, so soft, and so very lovely.
"Min älskade, Välj mig. Yes, Tara…I want to be yours."
The atmosphere between us changes, charged with an electric, exhilarating anticipation. Her breathing alters, the rise and fall of her lovely chest are visible as her heart races. Lifting my hand, I trailed a single finger over her face, down her neck, and through the valley between her breasts. She tugged at the deep red comforter on the bed, bashfully covering her amazing body.
"Yes…I choose you, Eric."
Offering myself to her, I bit into my wrist, withdrawing my blood for her to partake. Greedily she pulled my wrist to her awaiting mouth and drank me until the wound sealed.
Moving one of my hands to her head, I fisted my hand into her hair, tugging lightly on her raven locks, I found the perfect area of her neck and bit into her as gently as I could. I pulled on the wound drawing her sweet blood into my hungry mouth.
Tara's breathing came out in short, sharp pants as I slowly removed the covers, unblinkingly gazing at her succulent body. I reached under the elastic band hooking my fingers into the band of her white cotton panties and slowly pulled them down. I removed them completely, leaving her in only her little white tank top.
Tara deserves to be worshipped, so I got on my knees. I groaned when her scent invaded my senses. I'd never smelled anything so sweet and I was desperate to know if she tasted the same. There was only one way to find out. I lowered my head and placed a single kiss on her sex, loving my first taste and the way her legs tensed in preparation. Delighted, I nudged my head deeper between her parted thighs, as the taste of her exploded on my tongue. An involuntary growl escaped me, my restraint was challenged and it took me several long seconds to push back the savage.
I feasted on her sex, teasing her with my lips, pleasuring her with my tongue, and driving her wild with my cock.
The room smelled of freshly fallen rain, spring lavenders, and honey.
In that moment we became one and the demon was finally gone.
~THE END~
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