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Ch. 32

The second we materialized in my chambers, he crushed my body to his. He was sniffling me all over-my hair my neck, my breasts.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I take it that means I still smell pretty good?"

I got a muffled response I assumed meant yes.

He began walking me backwards, toward the bed, though how he knew where it was, since he hadn't lifted his head from my body, was sheer talent. He said in between kisses and snuffling, "I can control it now, more easily. When we are alone, I like to let it consume me. We both enjoy it, I think."

"Mmm, I concur."

When the backs of my legs hit the bed, he tipped me back, cradling me and placed me on the bed, versus letting me flop onto it.

Laying himself over me, supporting his weight on his arms he stared at me, again giving me that look-like he was seeing me for the first time.

"What?"

"I feel like any moment, I might wake up and this will all be a dream. Some fantasy I've concocted while bored out of my mind sitting at Fangtasia."

"Awww..."

"To think one month, one week ago, I was doing just that-tolerating the ins and outs of daily existence, bored to tears, numb of life. And now, here I am, here we are. I am in full sunlight for the first time in a millennium and laying with this scrap of a woman", he teased me, but lovingly touched my cheek, " the most beautiful, powerful, wondrous creature I have ever had the fortune to meet."

I thought for a moment I saw his eyes well up, but it was gone as fast as I'd noticed it. Which was good, because I would have lost it if he had gotten teary.

"And here am I, with you. When I spent my lifetime telling myself I would not know love, did not need it,you proved me wrong. Thank you. I love you Eric." He opened his mouth but I placed a finger on his lips to stop him. He had already said it once. Let's be even on that front.

We both stared at each other for a moment, letting our mutual feelings cycle through us. Neither of us were the lovey-dovey types, and until the last hour or so, probably wouldn't have made such bold statements to each other about our love. But, like Dr. Ludwig said, why put it off? We knew how we felt, might as well own it and move forward. It would only make us stronger, more bonded. If I was honest with myself, I knew how I felt about him when we first had sex. I just denied it. It was the only reason I would have worked so hard to overcome his fairy madness. Sanity and common sense would have popped me right out of that situation. And he probably felt it, too. Why else would he have made such an effort to squelch it? His instinct would have had him drain me right then and there.

He leaned down to kiss me gently, more like rubbing his lips across mine. I let out a mewl and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. It felt good to finally feel him against me, kissing me. It seemed like eons since we had last been alone. After a few swipes and nibbles of his lips on mine, I realized, he wasn't being tender. He was teasing me. My eyes popped open and his were shining with mischief. But I felt an underlying sweetness, as well. Ah, he was letting me pick the pace. Poignant and sentimental or frisky and spirited?

I gave him his answer when I bit his lower lip and sucked it into my mouth. He growled and rolled himself over, pulling me on top of him. I pretended to pin his arms above his head, as if we didn't both know he could slip right out of my hold. I wiggled on him, and kissed a trail into his neck then gave him a significant bite. He pulled me back by my hair to stare up at me. He clicked his fangs down forcefully and I felt my heart rate zoom up in speed and felt a flood of warmth between my legs.

He had been about to say something else, but no doubt he heard and smelled my reaction to his fangs and he got that sexy and annoying cocky look of his. "I am the only vampire who not only has his own fairy, but one that becomes aroused at my fangs!" He gloated.

Before he could get too full of himself, "Of course. You were made for me, don't forget. It's really no more remarkable than this" I emphasized by reaching between us and squeezing his hard length "arousing me."

He had the grace to know I was full of shit and threw his head back in unrestrained laughter. "Brat."

My retort turned into gasps and panting, as he flipped me over again, onto my back, and began mauling every inch of skin he came across. Now it was my hands that were pinned above me, though there was no wrenching free on my part. He lightly scraped his fangs down my neck to my chest. When he got to my shirt, keeping me pinned, he used one hand to rip my shirt and bra open down the middle. Continuing his downward path, he latched on to a nipple, somehow managing not to pierce the skin there, yet suckling them and scraping his fangs up and down the sensitive peaks at the same time. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist and he responded by slipping his free hand under my bottom and grinding into me. He switched breasts, performing the same amazing feats there.

I struggled against the hand that was pinning mine, "Let go please." He released his grip and my hands encircled his head, weaving my fingers through his hair and clutching him to my breast. He used his now free hand to palm my other breast. I impatiently gripped at his shoulders and dug my nails into his back. He looked up at me innocently, rubbing his chin back and forth tortuously across the nipple his mouth had just abandoned, "In a hurry, Sookie?"

Uhmm, duh. This had been a long time coming, whether a week in real time or centuries on a higher level. I looked him square in the eye, trying to push all the tumult of emotion I was feeling right then into him-desire, love, frustration. "I need you, Eric. Now." It worked. His eyes darkened and all traces of the smirk he had seconds ago, disappeared. He came up and crushed his lips to mine, tongues swirling and fighting for dominance. Running the tip of my tongue over a fang and suckling it, he groaned into my mouth, frozen in pleasure. For a second, I wished I had a pair, so I knew what it would feel like. I slid my hands down to his pants and began fumbling at his button and zipper. He took over and freed himself and shed his pants without skipping a beat. I switched fangs, assaulting the other one while I took his rigid, heavy length into my hand. I slid my hand up and down his skin, marveling at the velvety feel.

Though he was on top of me, he was at my mercy. If he had breath, he would have been holding it. Changing my grip from soft caresses, I began squeezing my hand along his shaft, my hand not fitting fully around his girth, so compensating by making a slight spiral motion. My other hand slid down to palm his balls and it must have spurred him into action. He slid his hand down to my pants and ripped them off, including panties, with as much ease as he had his own. He wasted no time and slid his cool fingers into my folds. I gasped out and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth again. Ever so lightly, he slid his fingers over my nub and ever so slightly, he rubbed them in a circle pattern over it.

Now it was me who was frozen in pleasure. I tried to keep up my hand's ministrations on him, but couldn't. I had fallen prey to the sensation he was filling me with-the gentle suckling as he sucked my tongue into his mouth, the delicious torture of him rubbing circles against my clit with the heel of his palm, while sliding two fingers inside of me. I cried out into his mouth and opened my eyes to find him staring intently at me. "Watch me Sookie." He slid down my body to rest between my legs, never stopping the movement of his hand, merely replacing it with his mouth. Then using both hands, he slid them under my bottom to push my core up into his eager mouth. He continued the circling motions with his tongue, keeping his eyes on me. Something about the sight of that-him eyefucking me, while his mouth was latched on to the most private, sensitive part of me, almost pushed me over the edge.

But the other part of me that was hanging on by a thread prevailed. I wasn't going to let myself come until the moment of our bond. I set my resolve and propped myself up on my elbows. Then I felt his tongue slide up and down my folds and lap teasingly at my nub and I almost came undone again. I grit my teeth and before I could think too much about it, I grabbed his head to stop him. He looked up at me in surprise, then understanding. He knew what I was trying for and he knew why. He kissed his way back up to me, making a pit stop at my breasts, repeating his sweet tongue and fang torture from before. When he reached my neck, he scraped a fang across my jugular and it was all I could do not to grab his length and shove it into me right then and there.

I wrapped a leg around his and flipped him, so I could be on top. He chuckled at my surprise move and gave in, laying like a limp doll-well, most of him. I kissed each fang, then his lips. I nibbled along his jugular, lightly sucking the area I planned on biting soon. I nipped down his chest, down to the beyond sexy V of his abdomen, which I showed special attention. He had wound his fingers into my hair so I sped up to get to my intended target. Once his huge length was in front of me, I gave it the reverence it deserved. Sliding both hands along it's silky exterior, I palmed it, gliding my fingers lightly up and down. I increased my pressure around him slowly, moving my body down a little further so I had better access to his balls. Squeezing his shaft at a slow pace, I gently nuzzled him there, eliciting grunts and groans from him. After several minutes of what I hoped was torture for him, I slid back up a little. I kissed the tip, then slowly ran my tongue along his head, looking up at him. His head was back in ecstasy.

"Watch me, Eric." I saw him smile and then his eyes opened to do as instructed. Sure he was watching, I kept his gaze and slid him fully into my mouth, as much as I could take. His vision looked like it wavered a bit, as his eyes fought to not roll back in his head. I repeated it several times, each time trying to relax my jaw and throat to swallow more of him. What I couldn't reach, I squeezed with my hands and also paid homage to his balls, caressing and lightly squeezing them. On my last swallow, I felt his head swell inside my mouth and before I could react, he had pulled me off of him.

I made a noise of protest at stopping, but allowed him to place me on his lap. He was sitting up so I wrapped my legs around his hips. "Are you ready, Sookie?"

I tossed my hair back. "I am, Eric. Very."

"Would you like me to cut a spot for you or would you rather bite?"

I smiled devilishly at him and poised myself over his length. Leaning into his ear, "I think we both like it better when I bite. Don't you agree?" And I grabbed hold of him, running just his tip through the folds of my now dripping center.

He grabbed my hand off of him and pinned them both behind me, arching my hips and chest out. He licked at my taut nipples, right at his face level and leered up at me. "That's my Sookie, always playing with fire." I returned his challenging stare and answered the best way I could think of. I sat down on his length in one quick swift move. We both cried out and his hands instinctively let go of my wrists and grabbed on to my hips, holding me there while we enjoyed the sensation of being joined. My walls enveloping him in softness and warmth and his cock, filling me, owning me. He led our rhythm, sliding me up and down his length. His hands reached under my butt to spread me open and fit even more of him inside of me and to rub his pelvic bone up against my clit on the downward thrust.

I was helpless to change a thing, so I just held on. His mouth latched on to my breasts once again and I cried out and threw my head back, almost overwhelmed. His thrusts increased in force and I knew we were both close. "Mine." Slam. "You are mine, Sookie" Thrust. "Say it."

I picked my head up to look at him. Thrust. "Yes, ah!" Slam "I am yours, Eric."

Grind "And I am yours, Sookie." I felt that tell-tale winding up in my stomach, waves trying to wash over me. Thrust thrust thrust. "Sookie, ah. Are you ready?" I nodded and leaned into his neck, to my chosen spot, baring my neck on the opposite side to him for easy access. He slid me up and down a few more times for good measure, making sure to angle himself just right, in the way he had already learned would make me come instantly. As I felt my orgasm come crashing into me, I bit. The sweet, thick taste of his blood filled me, flooding my senses. He was a second behind me and I never felt his fangs, but I definitely felt his orgasm and feelings and presence come barreling through his blood. I felt my walls clenching around him, felt him swelling and pumping into me, felt my blood passing in to him and the pleasure he got from it's taste. I felt those sparkles of electricity that sometimes passed between us, very intensely now. All of that felt from both our perspectives; I let it wash over me. His wound began to heal so I bit again, almost drunk off the feelings and the taste of him. The bite, or the culmination of all he was feeling, like me, took him over as I felt him grow rigid inside of me again. He thrust deeply into me a few more times and we both came once more, crying out into each other's necks. I was mumbling something-I wasn't even sure what, and he was speaking his sexy native tongue.

His wound healed a second time and I begrudgingly did not reopen it, but lapped at the area. I felt him licking, to heal my wound and I giggled. I felt drugged. He pulled back to look at me and he too had a look of loopy joy on his face. We must have looked like quite a pair.

So it was quite a shock when we sensed a presence in the room. Turning our heads, we both saw it at the same time: a dark figure about ten feet away.