Chapter 2

As I walked back into the suite that Bill and I shared, my thoughts drifted to Bill. I was extremely tired so I decided to opt out of a shower and instead head straight for bed. I laid in bed with Bill next to me, but I could not sleep. Did I love Bill? A part of me, a small part mind you, questioned my love for the southern gentleman lying next to me.

He had saved my life from the Rats. Okay I saved his first, but that is neither here nor there. He was there for me when Gran died, I gave him my virginity, and he was willing to sacrifice himself to the daylight just to save me from that psychopath Rene. He also gave me blood on our second meeting. And then a dreaded thought crept through my mind. Is that why I am attracted to Bill? Because of the blood? I did ingest quite a large amount, and Bill told me himself, the night before last, that ingesting Eric's blood would cause me to have sexual feelings for him.

I slept with Bill for the first time after having had so many wet dreams about him. Jesus Christ! I all but masturbated on his stoop in broad daylight before I told him that I felt like I was supposed to be with him intimately. Was that the blood talking? I started to become uneasy and feeling manipulated. Why hadn't he told me about that before? Maybe he wanted me to have those feelings about him with the consequence of me knowing the attraction was a falsehood. I decided that I would speak to Bill about all of this when he rose for the evening. I found myself drifting away, hoping that Bill would abate all of my concerns this evening.

"Sookie, lover, tell me that you don't want me. Tell me you don't have feelings for me. Tell me that when we touch there is not electricity flowing between us." Eric said in such a seductive way that my insides melted and my thighs trembled. The arousal pooling in my core as Eric took off his shirt. He placed one hand on my neck and the other on the small of my back, pulling me in to his cool, muscular arms. He kissed my lips softly at first, tonguing my lips begging for entrance. I opened my lips to feel his talented tongue enter my mouth drawing me into the most passionate kiss I have ever felt. We stayed that way for another minute until I could go no longer without a breath. I pulled away, but Eric moved his kiss from my mouth to my jawline, gently scraping his fangs along my neck. But he was not ready to stop there, he moved his talented mouth to my breasts, but when the top of my dress seemed to hinder his advances, he ripped off my dress. He stepped back for a minute to admire my body, growling in excitement and arousal. He proceeded to rip of my bra and panties. I instinctively crossed my legs and placed my arms across my chest. Eric did not seem to be happy about that. "Sookie, you are beautiful, do not be shy around me." I uncrossed my legs and dropped my arms. Eric put his mouth on my nipple biting enough that I felt the most pleasurable pain. His other hand trailed down my left thigh gently squeezing my body along the way. I was so hot for him, I wanted him, I needed him with everything that I had. "Eric," I said breathily. "Lover." He returned. He picked me up Bridal style and laid me on the bed returning his mouth to my breasts. I was lost in him, and wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself deep inside of me. He trailed his mouth down my stomach placing lingering wet kisses along the way until he reached my soft curls. "Watch me lover." My eyes immediately met his as he buried two fingers inside of me as he massaged my wet pulsating core, all I could do was moan his name. "Eric, oh God, that feels soo good." As he spread my folds, his tongue entered me so fervently that I was on the edge of my own sanity. I could feel my orgasm building; I let myself go and gave myself over to this beautiful 1000 year old vampire. As I rode out my orgasm, my trembling body could no longer withstand the ecstasy he was giving me. I saw the moon, the stars, and felt his innate need to give me pleasure. I took me a good few minutes to gather my sanity back. "Fuck, lover you taste amazing." He said dripping in sex, my sex. But Eric was not done with me yet. He traveled up to my mouth where I could taste myself on his mouth. "This is the beginning." He said passionately as he entered me with one long deep thrust, giving me time to adjust to his robust size. As we became more in tune with each other I met him thrust for delicious thrust, slowly at first but when we could no longer bottle our passion for one another our rhythm began to increase. "So wet, so tight, Lover you are all MINE!" "Oh God, Errrric!" As I was reaching my climax, I could feel him pulsating inside of me and I knew he wasn't far behind me. I pressed my mouth just about his nipple and bit as hard as could drawing a little blood. I lapped the luscious wound I created pulling droplets of blood from his body. "Fuck, Lover!" he growled ardently. Then he bit into my breast, giving me the delectably odd sensation of pleasure and pain, it felt amazing, like I was flying to the moon with Eric by my side. I panted for a few good minutes after we both came, Eric was still buried deep inside of me. "Sookie, you are mine, say it, tell me that you are mine."

As I unconsciously massaged my hot, wet folds I found myself declaring, "Yes, I am yours!"

I heard his voice, it sounded like it was far off. "Sookie! " My eyes darted open and I waited for my consciousness catch up to my awakened body. There I saw a very angry looking Bill. Somehow I knew that he knew I was not dreaming of him.

"Sookie, what happened this morning? You smell like him!" He said angrily, but I could tell that he was reigning in most of his anger as he did not want to outwardly sound accusatory.

I really did not want to have to explain myself to him. At this point in our relationship, I had hoped that he could just trust me when I said that nothing happened between Eric and I, at least nothing that could be considered cheating. But I knew Bill, and I knew that he would not be satisfied by me saying that nothing happened, so I told him how I convinced Godric to live and the reason I smelled like Eric is because when he thanked me for saving his maker he gave me a hug.

When I mentioned the hug, I could see rage flying across Bill's face. For Heaven's sakes, what is his problem? He better not give me a hard time for an innocent hug. "Sookie, he touched you?" Yep, I guess he was going to give me a hard time about it.

His controlling attitude and possessiveness was really riding on my nerves lately. First he flies off the handle about Jessica at her parents' house, and then all but confines me to the hotel room, not to mention the little altercation between him and Eric at Godric's nest, now this.

"Sookie, go shower. I can't stand that you smell like him." Now he is ordering me into the shower…great.

"Fine, but when I get out of the shower, I need to speak to you." I said defiantly.

"Sookie, when you get out of the shower we must leave to go back to Bon Temps." Hmm. That's interesting; we were not scheduled to leave until tomorrow morning. "I thought we were not scheduled to leave until tomorrow morning?" I asked sardonically.

"Plans have changed, besides, when we get back I have a very special night planned just for the two of us."

I guess that means my questions will have to wait because I really did not want to have the whole "blood" discussion with him on a plane and in front of Jason. I decided to table the issue for now, but I was definitely going to get the answers that I sought.