We are still in Mattie's POV. I'm sorry it took so long to get some action going, but things will stay eventful for a bit now that we know some back story.

I do not own any of the characters from Southern Vampire Mysteries. They all belong to Charlaine Harris. Bless her for sharing them with us. Mattie is my very own.

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Chapter 5

It was around 9 when we returned to Bill's house. We were moving about the first floor in what had become our usual routine. Fireplace, wine bottle, TrueBlood, couch. I was thinking it was about time to ruffle Bill's feathers a bit and change up this scenario because it was becoming mundane. Not to mention the fact that he was creating some itches that really needed to be scratched.

I excused myself claiming I needed to take care of some "human needs", and snuck up the stairs with a totally different plan in mind. When I arrived back in the living room, Bill was sitting quietly on the couch staring into the firelight. I stood there and watched his dark silhouette against the dancing orange flames. He looked so beautiful and serene just sitting there. Soft skin and wavy hair that I so wanted to run my fingers through. I knew I had promised Sookie and it was time I told him my secret, but that would have to wait. I wanted him way too much to wait any longer. I glided across the room and stopped in front of the fireplace to smile down at Bill.

"Hello there handsome." Bill stared at me with a sexy grin on his face, fangs showing slightly. I was sure he could see the silhouette of my body in the firelight. Every curve and shape of my soft skin and flesh. I had come downstairs wearing only one of his dress shirts. I thought it sounded cliché', but it seemed to always work in movies and TV so I thought what the hell! I had to jump start this guy or I was going to go crazy. Sitting down on Bill's lap facing him, I held his face in my hands, caressed his cheek, and pressed my lips gently to his. They were cool and inviting and I felt little tingles all over my body as I began to kiss him more deeply. He wrapped his strong arms around mine pulling me close to his broad chest. I slid my tongue across one of Bill's fangs and let out a soft moan.

Before I had a second to plan my next move, Bill was on me. He pushed me down on to the couch forcefully. His hands were everywhere sampling my skin and feeling it's warmth. He licked a long line from my jaw to my collarbone, tracing the vein in my neck. It sent shivers up and down my spine. He felt so good and I wanted him so much. Bill pressed himself down against me and I knew how much he wanted me too. He crushed his lips against mine again and parted them with his tongue. He began a frenzied rhythm with his mouth and then his hips all the while unbuttoning my shirt. I was surprised that this much intensity was boiling over out of Bill. Pleasantly surprised, I eased him out of his pants.

Bill ran his hands up the inside of my thigh. With one hand, he slid my panties down off my legs. With the other, he traced around my entrance sliding a finger across my wet skin. When he glided his fingers into me, I was on the verge of climax and let out a deep, wanting breath. He stroked his fingers deeply inside me. I shuddered and came screaming Bill's name. "I need to have you now!" He groaned in a gravely voice ragged with lust and desire.

Bill rose and pulled me up to him. I could barely think straight. He spun me around and placed me back on the couch. He tore off my bra and propped my breasts up over the cushions at the back. He was rubbing himself up against my thigh and leaned in to kiss the back of my neck, smelling my skin and groaning again. It was much deeper this time and the noise seemed to come from the very pit of him. "Bill....please!" I was begging him to take me. He plunged deep into me. I screamed, arched my back, and began to buck my hips back against him. He was forceful and strong, gripping my hip with one hand and deftly running his fingers across my nipple with the other. I couldn't help but moan again, soft first and then growing louder and more wanting with each thrust Bill gave me. I let go of the couch with one hand and reached out to touch him. I laid my hand on his muscular forearm and tried to glance back at him. I wanted so much to see his face as we enjoyed our pleasure together.

I think he was reading my mind, because he spun me around to face him, somehow never removing himself from inside me. He picked me up and I gripped my legs around his waist. "Look at me." I spoke softly but with all the power of a scream. I was thrust up against the wall and Bill was driving himself into my quivering body again and again. I felt a familiar swell of warmth that seemed to emanate from where we were connected and wash over my whole body like a fever. My lips found his and I drifted away into oblivion riding the wave to climax once again, nearly collapsing from the intensity. Bill stared into my eyes as he continued his frantic rhythm pounding into me. I rolled my head back and turned my neck to him so he could bite me. Bill's face was more intense now and he bent over and sunk his fangs sharply into my soft flesh. He sucked voraciously, the sweet blood from my neck and I began to get a bit light headed. He pulled his mouth from me and began to lick the wound clean. His tongue was quick and sharp as it carefully lapped up the blood. With one more deep thrust, Bill met his release and howled. We sunk down to the floor in a heap, our limbs entwined with one another. We laid there for a moment in the light of the fire and stared at each other. Bill kissed me softly and pulled my head to rest against his shoulder. He reached up to grab a blanket off the chair and wrapped me in it. He picked me up and in a flash we were upstairs and he was gently setting me down on his bed.

I could barely believe that any of that wild passion had originated from Bill. He hardly seemed the type though I was definitely not complaining. I mean I knew he was capable. He was after all a vampire. I felt a relaxed smile spread across my face. The most cautious southern gentleman had just ravaged me like a tornado ripping through a Kansas trailer park.

"What are you smiling about my dear?"

" I was just thinking about….Wow! Bill that took me by complete surprise. I was fully prepared to do the whole seduction routine and take charge, but you knocked me totally off kilter." Bill laughed at my assessment. I loved the way he laughed, so warm and velvety. I sighed and Bill wrapped his arms around me. "I would say the same of you, but honestly I had expected it when you entered the room." Bill said very matter-of-fact.

"Am I that predictable? Really? I mean I'd like to think I still remain somewhat of a mystery to you." Bill shifted his weight, but didn't speak. "Not at all, huh?" He just smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"I had a feeling I knew what you would like. I can tell you crave control in your life. In those positions I was in control and it drove you crazy that you weren't. I think it made for a more fervent release don't you agree?" I obviously couldn't disagree and just nodded my head.

I was starting to grow tired from a combination of the sex, Bill's bite, and the lateness of the hour. I really hadn't been getting enough sleep lately and it was starting to catch up with me. I closed my eyes for a moment and started to drift away. Relaxing was however very brief and I began to feel a soft finger sliding between my legs and making its way inside me. My eyes popped open rather abruptly to see Bill's cool gaze. His fingers were sliding in and out and his pace began to quicken. I guess he was ready for round two. I grabbed Bill's other hand and laced our fingers together. Our eyes met as he spoke in a whisper that was both commanding and soft. "Give yourself to me Matilda ." I began to move my head closer. Our lips touched and Bill slid is tongue into my mouth. I was exhausted, but quite content to follow his orders. As I reached over to caress is strong shoulder, his words finally hit me.

"What did you call me?" I sat up and practically screamed at him. "What did you just call me Bill? How did you know that name? I hate that name." Fear was building up inside me and I jumped up from the bed and grabbed at the sheet to cover up.

"So now your shy?"

"No, I'm concerned. Tell me how you know my name? I never told you my full name." I was shaking uncontrollably now as Bill stalked slowly over. All that ran through my head was that he had discovered all he needed to know about me and was now going to kill me. "Don't touch me! Just keep you hands off of me!"

"Darling, you really need to calm down. You shouldn't act so surprised. Do you think I'd go to bed with just anyone that I know very little about? I know I'm a vampire, but I am also a gentleman. I did some research, found out your full name and then I Googled you." Bill said with a serious voice.

"You Googled me? You've got to be kidding me Bill. So what else did you find out?" I was beginning to calm down since it appeared Bill was not going to tear me to shreds. At least not now anyway.

"You really should have told me who you are Miss Teller." I gasped and choked a bit on his words. "Or shall I say 'Von Teller'? I am familiar with your family and it's reputation. You are kind of famous you know."

"OK, I don't know what to say. How long have you known? Wait, don't answer that. You knew and we still?…Well, ya know? I'm surprised actually…well not really. I mean you're a man and a vampire after all. You don't fear me?" Bill grabbed my arm and stared in my eyes.

"You're kind of babbling in case you haven't noticed. Relax. I did my research on slayers about 100 years ago. I know you are unwilling to exercise your craft. I can see it in your eyes. Or rather I can't. They don't glow quite the way they should. That doesn't exactly make you a danger to me."

His hands were running down my arms now removing the bed sheet I had draped over myself. "I on the other hand am a very big danger to you." He pressed himself against me and I felt something rubbing against my leg that explained just what he meant by 'danger'. He kissed my lips tenderly , picked me up, and carried me back to bed. Then he showed me just how dangerous he could be. Twice.