AN: *smirks* Hellloooooooo my beautiful readers.

Are you ready for some lemony goodness? Cause lemme say, I got some stored. For obvious reasons this is a MATURE chapter and NSFW.

I had one or two reviews asking about my direction for this story. Well, you heard it here first folks, your guess is as good as mine! I kind of just took this daydream of mine for a spin and have been trying to keep you interested, and include some plot. How am I doing? I won't lie I (half) created this purely for some SnEric…Erookie? … Whatever it is … I like 'em. Together. Preferably sans garments. Can ya tell? :D This chapter is purely reunion, with some revenge and plot in the next one.

Reviews are my motivation! Thanks for reading.

~L

LAST TIME

"I greatly enjoyed your imagination last night" he grumbled, grinding his very present arousal into me.

"Oh?" I tried to register what he was saying, but all I could pay attention to was his delicious muscle pressed against me. The circles his hips were making were already building me towards the release I did not get when waking today. His mouth descended and his tongue immediately demanded entrance and I moaned. Yes.

I ground harder down onto him as we kissed with abandon before he moved to the other side of my neck.

"Yes, I think I may just tie you to the headboard tonight" he said, before his lips crashed back onto mine and I felt us vamp towards what I very much hoped to be the bedroom.

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As we travelled faster than the human eye could track, I felt myself become airborne and I couldn't help the small squeak that left me. Eric had brought us to what appeared to be his bedroom (the master of course) at the top of the stairs, and tossed me from the door to the (extremely) large bed in the middle of the room. The length of the toss was long enough that I was worried what I would land on, and a substantial amount of time for him to lock the door (complete with deadbolts, finger AND retinal scan).

It was like a small death drop on a roller coaster. I also quickly realized it was a two-fold benefit for him.

After engaging the security, Eric vamped back over to me with a wolfish grin.

"Enjoy your trip?" he asked, sniffing my jugular and quickly landing one of his large legs between my open ones.

I was panting and my heart rate had increased, along with a healthy dose of adrenaline running through my veins due to both lust and surprise. I was a vampire's dream cocktail. Like I wasn't amped up enough.

"Payback's a bitch, vampire" I bluffed, curling one of my legs around his and lifting my opposite hip simultaneously . I knew I couldn't overpower him without his consent but I had a feeling he wouldn't argue.

Sure enough, as I lifted my hip he let me raise my body off the bed and flip my body on top of his, landing me straddling him.

Yumm.

With Eric's blood and the 3 month training hiatus, my lady business had healed as much as it was going to. Thanks to the sexy Viking underneath me I had next to no scars, but there was some lingering ones I had felt on one of my own explorations that I knew was still jagged.

I placed my hands on Eric's chest and began unbuttoning the black button down he was wearing. My fingers played with the collar, as the other deftly undid the buttons one at a time, leaning towards his lips to taste him again. This kiss was more languid and slow, our lips gyrating as our hips were and my tongue playing with the outline of his mouth. When my hands finally had my desire result, Eric sat up causing me to lean back as we both divested him of the garment.

My right hand reached to the back of neck, as my legs came out from under me to circle him again, crossing my ankles above his delicious rear. His chest began to rumble as his head dipped towards my collar bone, and his hands began a revered exploration of my body.

"Too many clothes" he huskily whispered as his nose moved from behind my ear to my shoulder, and across my collarbone. His large hands grabbed my hips, caressing me as I sat atop his rock hard member. His growling increased and vibrated through his delicious chest, making my hands move from behind his head to his traps and shoulders.

Just as I was about to form words, our eyes connected, and the fire danced. It was like a taser shock and resulted in Eric's nimble hands ripping the blouse and jacket from my body.

Yes.

I may have said it aloud but I couldn't be sure, because the action was quickly followed by Eric's mouth descending on my chest. His large hands splayed out on my back, and his lips kissed, sucked, and danced down towards my aching nipples. They were pert and firm and when his left hand palmed my right breast, I let my head roll back on a gasp. His mouth quickly moved to my left nipple where he teasingly licked it, barely touching it, before he blew his cool breath on it.

A strangled moan made its way up my throat as my hand returned to the back of his head, holding him to me.

I missed you. I thought. Min kung. A shiver rippled through me as I thought the words. He was. He was my King, not because he owned me, or I owed him my loyalty. Because he was my warrior, my protector, my idol in so many ways. But most of all I now felt he was my equal. I felt I was worthy to stand beside him. And he was the only one I would bow to and give all power over me. Because I knew he would never betray that.

I had felt it on my return when he had healed me.

I had felt it for the past three months through the bond we shared.

And tonight I would show him.

As if he had heard me, his gaze met mine again and I pushed against him to lay him flat against the silk sheets once again. I kissed him with passion and frenzy, and instead of avoiding his fangs that had been down for some time, I traced them with my tongue. My right hand holding his jaw, my hips spread wide and grinding into him, noses touching. He stayed still for me, and as I drew back slightly to keep his gaze, I reached with my tongue to cut it against his fang. I slid my tongue further into the depths of his mouth again, and the growl he emitted verged painful and I knew he was close to losing control.

I slide my tongue deeper and withdrew, and whispered against his bottom lip and into his eyes:

"I'm yours Erik" emphasizing the Swedish pronunciation of his name.

He tore my pants and panties with one hand, flipped us, and tore the rest of his clothing with the other.

His left arm supported me and his right returned to grasp my right thigh as he kissed me frantically. My blood driving him higher and higher in his passion filled mauling.

He positioned himself at my entrance and I tensed out of panic. He stilled until I opened my eyes, his left hand supporting his weight, and his right moving to brush my hair from my face.

As our eyes connected again he kept his forehead resting against mine and said "There you are mitt ljus. Still with me?"

I felt the panic drain from my body as I exhaled. This was my Viking. My body hadn't been touched this way since my kidnapping. It reacted to things before my mind could process what they were, assuming the worst. But one look into his arctic blues I knew this was right. He would never hurt me.

My right hand grabbed his glorious backside and my left grabbed the back of his neck again as I nodded.

"I don't plan on going anywhere for a while" I said with false sexy bravado, both of us smiling at the small lie that it was. He leaned in again and brushed my lips with his, moving his right hand down my body as the chaste kiss deepened.

His long fingers found my slick heat, and he used it to coat his thumb, rubbing lightly against my clitoris. After all this teenage necking, I was more than ready, but his teasing just worked me up even more. I found myself moaning against his mouth, and when he added one of those long digits inside me, I came crashing down around it, squeezing and contracting in pure bliss.

I closed my eyes and panted, as he moved his hands to his own engorged member, spreading my juices over himself and watching my elation. Then he moved the thick tip of himself to my entrance and I swear I almost came again right there.

So big. So gloriously big. He pushed forward slowly, letting me stretch to fit him inside me as he slid deliciously all the way to the hilt. As he bottomed out inside of me he whispered in Old Norse something that sounded like a prayer to Oden. His forehead leaned against mine again, before he leaned back slightly, his right hand now firmly on my hip. He slid out, almost all the way, before sliding back inside me with more purpose.

A loud moan escaped my and the fire jumped like a firework. My eyes met his with a similar wide expression, and he repeated the motion, both of us letting out small yelps as he continued to work into a frantic pounding inside of me.

My hands turned predatory, and my nails raked every inch of him I could find.

I yelled, I bucked, I begged him to fuck me into oblivion and never let me go. Pounding into me mercilessly, he leaned back down to me and kissed me with full blunt teeth, fang and tongue. He moved into the hollow of my neck again, lifting my right leg higher with him and my chanting reached a new octave.

"I'm so close Erik, please. Please. Bite me"

Without a moment's hesitation, he slid his fangs into my neck and I came apart underneath him. After two pulls, Eric came with a thunderous roar, his muscles shaking as I clung to him in exhausted bliss.

He collapsed on top of me and stayed nuzzled into the crook of my neck, almost panting along with me. After a moment, he turned my face towards him and kissed me softly.

"I missed you too"