Sweet Surrender

Chapter Three:

She washed the sticky juice mixed with blood off her after the sobbing finally dissipated. When she was finished she turned the water off and reached for the white fluffy towel with blue polka dots, drying her hair before wrapping it around her. Just as she was leaving the bathroom the door to her bedroom burst open and then quickly slammed shut behind Delos.

He'd finished eating. His cheeks were full of color and he seemed to glow with warmth.

"Maggie," Delos started, but immediately stopped as he saw her wrapped in the towel. He quickly dropped his gaze to the floor.

"Can't you even look at me?" she demanded to know, letting the anger in her voice come out.

"Maggie, I love looking at you," he whispered. "You should get dressed. Come get me when you're ready," he spoke normally this time as he reached for the door.

"No," she snapped walking towards him to slam her hand against the door. When he stopped moving she took her hand away, going for the lock and clicking it in place. She pulled him to the middle of the room, being the barrier between the only real exit, and she took a deep breath watching him watch the floor.

She felt the heat fill her cheeks at what she knew she was about to do. She let the towel slide off her, exposing her naked body. When it was completely on the ground she advanced on him and she watched as with each step she took he took one back until he was flush against her dresser.

Maggie didn't stop until the tips of her bare breasts were touching his black tuxedo shirt. "You won't hurt me," she stopped for a second and then asked the two questions she really hadn't wanted to ask. "Or do you not want me? Is the soul mate link too much?"

She knew it was incredibly powerful between them, every time they made skin to skin contact it seemed to always be like the very first time. Maggie had even spoken to Thea about it, wondering if she could investigate, but she'd informed Maggie her powers were currently on hiatus.

He released a breath and shook his head. "It's not that. It's never that."

"Then why won't you make love to me?"

"It's-I've never-" he stumbled on his words.

It dawned on her then what he'd been trying to tell her, why he was so with drawn. "Are you a virgin? Not that it's a big deal. I'm a virgin too so…"

He sighed heavily, "Of course not! I've just never had someone that makes me so unhinged. Just smelling you and I-these past two weeks have been a sweetish hell Maggie. Do you understand that I could kill you if we have sex?"

"You could never kill me."

"I could lose control. Humans only have an average of 5.5 liters of blood. Do you know how quickly I can drink that if I were to bite into your jugular vein while having an orgasm?"

"Well, you've already had three pints before you came in here," she reasoned.

He clucked his tongue with irritation. Maggie noticed that his eyes had never strayed to her naked body, not once. He just remained focused on the floor.

"I've spoken with Thierry, even Quinn, and sex between soul mates is intense. I just can't stand the thought of hurting you. Our link is already mind numbing just when I touch you and sometimes just being near you makes me want to do things to you that I'm afraid of, things that I had done to other girls with no fear of ever hurting them."

"Kinky things?" she whispered, though she didn't really want to hear what he'd done to those other girls.

He shifted slightly, finally looking into her face instead of at the floor, giving her a stare she'd yet to figure out. "What do you think?"

"I don't know, but what I do know is that you practically ignore me. You're always closing the telepathy link between us. I touch you and you cringe or pull away. How am I supposed to feel when you do that to me? You make me feel like I'm a leper. Like you don't want me and I know that's stupid because we're soul mates, but then I think some soul mates don't stay together. I really, really want to be with you. I know it's fairly soon to say this, but I love you. I really and truly love you and I need to be close to you."

His eyes softened and he reached up to brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen into her face before caressing her cheek "I don't mean to make you feel that way," he said, running his fingers through her damp hair. He raised his other hand and rested it on her shoulder then let both of his hands slide down the length of her arms, until he was threading his fingers through hers, clutching them tightly. "You have no idea how badly I want you every damn day. You're probably the closest to heaven that I'll ever be."

Maggie scrunched her eyes as she looked at him, cocking her head to the side. "Did you just steal a lyric from the Goo Goo Dolls?"

He chuckled and nodded, but he pulled her into him at the same time, releasing her hands to wrap his arms around her waist. The chuckle died and his face became serious. "I love you Maggie, really and truly."

She smiled happily at him.

Once he started the sweet talk though it didn't seem to stop. "You're like a fantasy about to come true. You have this tight perfect little body pushed into skin tight clothes, it's been driving me insane," he turned slightly to catch a glimpse at her. "You've been doing it on purpose haven't you?"

Maggie tucked her chin to her chest, staring at the floor. "I didn't think you noticed," she spoke so softly that had Delos not been a vampire he wouldn't have heard.

"How could I not notice? You're so gorgeous," his voice caught on the last three words and Maggie glanced up just in time to finally see his beautiful silver tinted eyes taking in every inch of her body in.

Maggie bit her bottom lip enjoying the butterflies flitting in her stomach. Slowly she reached her hands in the tiny space between them, stopping at the buttons of his jeans. She heard him inhale sharply as she fidgeted with the small metal disc, trying to shove it through the hole. Luckily he didn't stop her, which was a bit surprising.

"Maggie, everything I've said is true, but it doesn't change that I don't trust myself enough not to hurt you," he said, clearly trying to be careful in how he worded it.

She went down to her knees, directly in front of him, working the second to last button out. "So then don't touch me," she whispered, going on to the third button.

"Have you chosen to ignore what I just said?" he asked slightly out of breath.

"Yep and I believe I solved the problem. I'll do all the touching," she smiled up at him and yanked his jeans down, snagging his boxers with it. He tried to back up further, but the dresser shook as he bumped into it, and his eyes were now fully silver. His lips were parted as he stared down at her before him.

"Maggie."

"I do all the touching," she assured, then leaned forward, not sure if she was trying to be seductive or if she just wasn't ready to look at him yet, "all the sucking, all the licking," she stopped talking when he let out groan and his head bowed back.

She knew he was breathing heavily by the way his stomach lifted and his whole body was tense as he gripped the dresser behind him.

"I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you on that cliff you know? Is that weird?"

He practically whimpered a no and his hips bumped forward just enough that the tip of his cock bumped her neck.

"So you're okay with this arrangement then?" Maggie asked.

"Fuck! Yes! Maggie please," his voice was strained and he rocked his hips so that he slid along the column of her throat.

Mischief gleamed in her eyes, "Am I driving you crazy?"

"Yes!"

She continued to smirk up at him. "Now you know how I've felt these past two weeks."

"Maggie," he pleaded with his eyes more than his words as he stared down at her.

Finally she looked down at him, pulling away so that he would stop thrusting against her throat. She did plan on losing her virginity tonight even though she'd said the no touching rule on his part, but his size and girth worried her. It was already going to hurt so a little extra pain to take him all in would be worth it she'd decided.

She leaned forward placing her lips on the tip of his cock. Her peripheral vision allowed her to notice his thighs tensing and his hands dropping down to his sides as she continued to gently trail kisses along the side of him. She pulled away to look up at him again just to make sure what she was doing was okay. His head was still bowed back, which could be a good sign.

Continuing to keep her eyes on him her tongue darted out and slowly licked vertically over the opening at the tip. Seeing his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed was the only thing that kept her going. He was no longer making any sounds and she found herself worrying if he was just doing this to please her. She continued little licks up and down for about two minutes before she finally got up the nerve to wrap her mouth around him.

This time he made a noise, but not a grunt or groan, it was like a breathing exercise or a pregnant woman in a Lamaze class. She smiled up at him with her eyes, but decided to pull away.

"Is this good?" she whispered.

He dropped his head so that he could look down at her, his silver eyes blazing with lust and just a hint of something dangerous. Maggie couldn't help but thinking that if she'd been wearing underwear they'd probably be really wet right at this moment.

"Time to get hands on," he growled.

"Finally," she chuckled.

To be continued…