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OMG. You guys, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in three days. I will not abandon this story. Well, sorry to keep you waiting. Here is Chapter Eleven. And I wanted to ask you guys something.
I want to thank everyone who read, favorited and followed my story. Thank you so much.
I was thinking about writing a Vampire Diaries Fan fiction, This Means War, Lawless, Warrior or a Batman Fan fiction, and I honestly don't know which one. Please help me.
Warning: This chapter contains smut. You have been warned.
Silence wrapped around them as time itself held its breath, quietly coaxing them to that secret place of sighs and whispers where they might just lose themselves completely.
Her head rested upon his chest, listening to the soft rhythmic way his heart thumped; as their limbs were tangled in each other, his lips placing soft kisses unto her head as he ghosted his fingers along her back then down to her hip and repeated the action.
It still felt like a never ending dream where she waited to wake up and learn that everything was a nightmare. That her mother was alright. That her friends were alive and having fun playing in the backyard. That her next door neighbor wasn't a ruthless killer that so happened to be a vampire.
But, the cold hard reality had hit her hard, making her realize that this wasn't a dream. That her mother might never wake up, that her friends were dead, and she was tangled in the arms of the one that caused it all, and what scared her, she didn't give a damn about what happened to her friends or family.
She sighed as she untangled her legs from Jerry's, and sat up, not bothering to cover her naked body and turned to Jerry. "I'm going to shower," she leaned forward and kissed his lips. "Your welcome to join me."
He grinned at her and watched as she slid out the bed before sauntering into the bathroom, sniffing the air and growled as his member hardened as her scent lingered the air and his eyes darkened.
He wasn't done with her yet, not by far.
She was standing in the shower not really eager to leave. The powerful jets rained down on her from overhead as the glass walls and doors were rapidly steaming over.
She was still hot and bothered about their intense sexual moment in the bed as she stood alone which really wasn't a bad thing as it granted her a chance to reflect upon everything so far.
Him.
She just couldn't get enough of him. He was like her own personal drug, a newfound obsession.
It bothered her how she was where she stood now. That she was so calm and collective about the whole idea of being something that she only thought to be true in horror stories and movies. That she actually now had to kill to survive.
To adapt or perish.
In all her thoughts, she could still manage to hear the bathroom door open, and smiled to herself knowing who it was. She didn't bother to turn around as she felt his pressence behind her.
Jerry didn't utter a word as he pressed her against the bathroom wall, slapping her open palms on either side of her head as her arousal spiked, grinning and growling as he devoured her neck, his erection pressing against her back.
A deep sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and let go. Jerry ran his greedy hands around the front to her ample breasts roughly kneading the soft mounds then pinching the pert nipples, his fangs extending from his mouth as he harshly bit into her neck, loving the way she cried out.
"Don't stop!" She screamed against the wall. Her body ached for more as she bucked and ground her hips against him.
"I don't intend to," he growled in her ear. His hands fastened around her waist pulling her lower body towards him. With one hard thrust he locked tightly with her and began moving with hard and slow movements.
She moaned loudly, just loving the way he felt, moved and filled himself within her. She bit her bottom lip as he increased his pace, pulling out before slamming into her once again.
He deliberately thrusted with hard long snaps, reveling in the power he wielded over her. The short heavy pants drove him deeper inside until the sounds of skin slapping together bounced off the glass walls.
She moaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Jerry." He growled pulling out and turned her to face him, his hands possesively curling around her ass before lifting her up, his mouth crashing against hers before impaling her on his waiting twitching member.
The sharp cry made his mouth curl upward into a triumphant grin as her lower body slammed on his. "Mine." She smiled cupping his cheek and whispered, "Yes. I am." She felt him swelling even more sending her body into the abyss as she swore her body was stretching to accommodate the engorged cock of the one below her.
His thumbs latched around her hips, guiding her body as he desired and he desired all of her.
She felt the head striking the swelled gathering of flesh and nerve deep inside her body triggering the beginnings of climax. Her breathing quickened and heart raced as the silken walls of muscle violently contracted around him, milking and massaging his cock.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he broke the kiss, before taking one of the soft but ample breasts between his teeth and lips. The poking of his tongue around the pert nipple made her clench harder around him. The scraping of his teeth along the receptive bud elicited a finite cry that caused a growl of pleasure to erupt from his throat. His mouth withdrew and slid up the the valley between the perfect mounds then sucked hard on the vibrant pulse along her throat.
"Mine." He growled against her throat and quickened his pace.
She moaned as her fangs extended on impulse and leaned forward, suckling on his neck as her fangs scraped against it. "Take it. It's yours." She panted hard before lunging at his neck, loving the way his blood poured into her mouth, a moan escaping her lips.
The sharp pressure tore at her shoulder as the petal slipped out and into her flesh.
"Yes…" she hissed. He felt the snap of her hand fisting his hair before twisting around his hair. Her blood raceddown his tongue flooding his senses with the sweet iron rush. The dangerous blend of blood sex and adrenaline was more than their bodies could stand as the hot thick ropes poured into her body. The tip of his member rubbed against her enhancing the sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. She never felt so alive before!
He did that to her. He made her feel alive. He made her feel wanted and welcome. He gave her life. He gave her a second chance.
His tongue lapped at the open wound with a fervent need for one last taste. It was the perfect drug before leaning back, and cupped her face in his hands, his blood smeared across her face before crashing his lips against hers.
She cried out as she felt his hot, warm seed shoot threw her body, moaning and panting as she rested her head against his, her chest moving up and down before looking in his eyes before kissing his nose.
She ran her hands threw his wet hair before massaging his scalp, loving each moment of it.
"What happens now?" She softly questioned as he nuzzled her neck, the water relaxing both their bodies.
He shook his head and kissed her deeply. "We wait."
Author Note: Here's a little sneak peak for the next chapter.
Chapter Twelve.
"Charley, now. Do it now!" Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he grasped the stake in his hand, before lunging forward.
Time seemed to freeze, his eyes widened as the world crashed untop of him.
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A gasp.
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A roar of anger.
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And then darkness.