A/N I'm nervous as hell writing this next chapter. It contains themes of an adult nature...

Eric's Demons

Chapter Seven

Over and again Sookie had fantasized about this moment. Eric would come to her powerful and dominant, and she would submit as he he made love to her again and again before they both collapsed exhausted. In the morning she would be alone, a rose on her pillow as her vampire lover fled the morning light.

At first she kissed him a little enthusiastically, their teeth colliding. For a moment Eric's beautiful face was full of concern in case he had hurt her. Both giggled. Sookie was determined not to let her thousand year old lover know how inexperienced she was. Or how nervous.

She smelt of Pam's soap, her clothes, her scent. Eric's nose remembered the dream, so did his groin. As his trousers tightened he took Sookie's chin in his hand, gently touching her soft warm flesh with thumb and forefinger, and steadied her mouth. He pressed his index finger over her mouth when she went to speak, and was rewarded with a nervous nod.

Sookie Stackhouse I am about to ruin you for other men for all eternity, he thought as he closed the gap between their mouths.

Gently, ever so soft, tender, sensual he kissed her. Sookie felt herself drawn into that long delicious kiss, sinking in the rush of emotion passing from one to the other. That her viking hero could be killing men an hour ago and now kissing her like this...

Floating, she knew she never wanted this to end. This was not a kiss to get sex like the ones she had become used to with Bill. Rather this was full of feeling, emotion. A kiss for the beauty of the kiss itself. Please don't ever let him stop. When it did Eric pulled back from her, gazed into her eyes. Sookie saw a depth of emotion she had never seen in any man's eyes before.

Oh Lord but he's the one, she thought as she reached her hand into his hair, pulled him back in for another one of those glorious kisses. His arms seemed to fold around her, pulling her tight to him, her shoulders pressed against his, her breasts against his firm chest. In his grip she felt secure, like he would never let her go. As one arm moved down to press her lower back to him, locking their cores together so their heat became one. Like one animal they stood locked for what seemed like eternity in the magnificent soul mixing kiss.

Gently probing, without pressure, his tongue wandered into her mouth. It seemed to have a will of it's own as the tip explored her teeth, her tongue. Feeling it move gently against the rough texture of her tongue Sookie wanted more, sucked gently on it while it continued to probe the warm moist palate.

She was disappointed when he withdrew, followed it with her own. As soon as she crossed his glorious lips she felt gentle suction, as he drew her on in. Probing, less gentle than her vampire lover she found his teeth, explored his fangs, then sought his tonsils. There was more heat now, more urgency, as her tongue searched his sweet tasting mouth, and he returned the urgency sucking harder, as if trying to draw her still further in.

One of his hands caressed her face, a finger traced a tender, almost impossibly subtle line from her brow to her jaw, leaving her skin tingling where it passed. Sookie's tongue had taken on a life of it's own, was dueling back and forward with Eric's from mouth to mouth. His probing was becoming more urgent, deeper. Her body responded to his urgency, lifting to meet him. This kiss, this beautiful kiss.

A furnace burned in her borrowed blue jeans. Lord how she wanted him, wanted everything he could give her. But still he held that slow, gentle pace, refusing to rush. When his hand dropped to brush her nipple through the leather shirt Sookie gasped, feeling it tight against the material, against him. She reached up to open the buttons, only to find his hand already there, pushing hers away.

Hurry up you're killing me here, she wanted to scream at him. But still that kiss,and now a careful hand wandering over her breast, teasing the nipple over the leather, before dropping to her stomach. Involuntarily she jumped when he touched her soft flesh, a tickle reflex she couldn't suppress. Still exploring the hand descended over her belt hooks, tracing lazy circles that came ever closer to her zip. And to the heat that lay beyond the zip.

Her own hands found their way over his back, feeling the strength in his broad shoulders, the muscles taught as he held her so tenderly. Over his thick arms, across his chest, delighting in the firmness of his breast. Experimentally she flicked a finger nail over his nipple, was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure as his mouth left hers. Breathing his cool breath on her skin she tingled everywhere his mouth went as he traced a line from her jaw to her ear. Drawing her lobe into his mouth he was rewarded with a shudder of pleasure as she found there were nerves running from ear to core.

Sookie had to press her hand against her heat and stifle a gasp of joy as he played with her ear, before he moved to her neck. His fangs were out, she could feel them against her exposed throat. Just now she didn't care if he drained her dry.

Pushing the metal fastener down his hands explored her jeans. As she wriggled to accommodate his probing fingers they paused at the fine elastic band before burrowing underneath. For a moment Sookie was glad these were Pam's briefs, her own said Saturday across the front and had a picture of a panda. She could feel his grin against her neck when he found her neatly trimmed hair. For a moment he paused to caress the fine down, forming circles in it. The sensation of his light touch, so close to her heat, was driving her mad.

With a mind of their own her own hands traced the wall of muscle that was his abdomen, nails tracing white lines in his firm flesh. She worked her hand down to his leather jeans, found the button, popped it in one deft flick of thumb and forefinger.

Eric had withdrawn his hand from her jeans, had moved it round to grip her ass. Firmly he pressed her to him, groin to groin. They started to writhe against one another, finding their own rhythm. Sookie could feel his arousal, wanted to claim it, but still he made her wait.

Cupping her breast through the now open shirt, he was gentle as his fingers moved across the firm flesh finally resting on her straining nipple. When he squeezed the pink bud she thought her heat would explode. Eric kept hold of her like that while his other hand pulled the shirt off her, let it fall to the floor. Her own hands pushed down against his jeans, so he moved his hips to allow her to free his arousal.

Without looking down Sookie cupped his spectacular ass with one hand while the other sought him. She gasped when the hand found hard flesh, suddenly realizing she would need both hands to do this beast justice. Reluctantly she let go of his fine ass cheek, took his full length in both hands. With a wriggle, hands never letting go their prize, Sookie was out of her jeans. She pressed her firm breasts against Eric's chest, feeling the nipples rub against his hard muscle.

One of his hands cupped her ass cheek, pulled it open a little to allow his finger to find the ring of muscle. He traced the line to her opening, finger pressed firmly now. His other hand moved down her stomach, palm pressed against her soft flesh. Once again he paused at the neatly trimmed hair, before completing the quest to the source of her heat. Her hands were beginning to work his length now, holding him firmly, pulling him towards her. Still he resisted as he slipped a finger inside, straight to her nerve center. She exploded in an orgasm that flashed lights in front of her eyes, made her knees threaten to buckle. Her pale white breast grew scarlet, her saliva thickened.

"Now Eric, please!" she begged.

Eric turned his face from her so she wouldn't see him grin. Placing his hands on her hips he lifted her into the air, bringing her legs up around his neck. Sookie felt a sense of loss as his magnificent member was pulled from her grasp.

Only for a second though. Eric found her opening soaking wet, explored it with his tongue. Latching his mouth around her pleasure center, sucking firmly, he used his tongue to unleash another of those crazy orgasms. For a moment Sookie thought she would pass out. Before she recovered he had her on her back, on the desk. One hand lifted her ass so he could see her soaked and swollen open, the other guided his arousal toward it.

Sookie gasped when she felt him press against her opening. For a second he hesitated, making her wait. He turned her head to face him.

"Look into my eyes," he told her.

Only when she obeyed did he push forward, entering her all at once, driving his massive erection in to the hilt. Sookie felt him stretch her, wet and ready as she was.

"Fuck you fill me!" she spat at him as he began to move, slowly at first.

Urgently Sookie rocked against him, clenching as tight as she could, trying to give back everything she was getting. She was squealing with a mixture of pleasure and pain as their bodies writhed together as they both rushed towards climax. If she screamed the place down when he made her come again Sookie didn't care.