A/N: I'm just going to come out and say it, you guys are awesome. I see people that aren't familiar showing love in the name of my review cause. That is a seriously encouraging for me. With that said, this is going to be a double scoop!

Ah, ah! This isn't going to be a frequent thing. I just found that a break in the updates wouldn't allow this scene to read as smoothly. I saw it as one in my head and that was how I wanted to present it for your reading pleasures. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The Sweetest Surrender

There had been no hesitation in her manner as she led me to her room. She didn't prattle or make small talk. There was one thing on her mind, on both our minds. I had had a bottle of blood, but with her sitting across from me, the taste of it was more repugnant than normal. As I glided alongside her, her excitement and need saturated her clothes. It teased my nostrils and I was tamping my urge to pounce on her there and then.

I simply stopped testing the scents in the air. It made it so very hard not to pull her up, pin her against the closest wall, and ravage her. I wasn't above that, but I didn't want to frighten her. If it was just blood I wanted from her I would have given in to the instinct, but I wanted to get inside her body almost as badly. I wanted to grip her thighs and bury myself in her to the hilt.

Her suite was at the top floor of the hotel. It was a mercy that it wasn't that far from the elevators. My fangs tingled and my cock throbbed. The scent of her desire and lust was rolling off her in waves and crashing over me.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, pulling the clip from her hair. "I'm going to shower. Five minutes, wait for me please."

My instincts whimpered at the thought of her washing away the potent musk of her flavor. I didn't want her to shower. I wanted to taste her and feel her moist feminine heat just the way she was. That might not be a good idea considering how badly I wanted both.

Instilling control, I nodded easily. "I'll wait."

She smiled sweetly and walked away. Out of habit, I searched the room for danger. I pulled in the scents around me, sniffing for anything amiss. There were no fresh scent but hers. I looked around, did a quick search for weapons, but found none. She didn't have much luggage, just a small rucksack that held clothes. Her story of being here just for the weekend seemed true.

By the time the water stopped running, I'd done everything I needed to insure I would be safe in the room for at least a while. There was nothing to do but wait eagerly. When she opened the door, I wasn't disappointed. She hadn't bothered with a towel. I mean technically she had, but it was around her neck.

If I thought her figure alluring before, then she was nothing short of a luscious now, bared for me like this. It shouldn't have hit me so hard. I knew she would have been glorious naked. I'd known the instant I set eyes upon her. She was built nothing like most women of the time. She definitely was no stick figure, but she still managed not to have a single ounce of excess. Her hips flared from her narrow waist, and her breasts, so full, so supple, and so perfect, were begging for attention. I wanted to take a bite out her not for blood, but because she was a succulent morsel. There was no other way to put it.

"Do you know the difference between sadism and rough sex?" she asked, watching me carefully.

I nodded all the while my thirst flared to uncomfortable volumes. "Pain and control ," I answered.

"I don't like pain," she said.

There was apprehension that told me she didn't dislike pain because she couldn't handle it. She'd simply been hurt enough and wanted no more. It was such a cold world that someone so young and beautiful had obviously been hurt so many times. How could anyone want to hurt her? She was such a little thing. I wondered who they were and where they were so I could help them redefine the meaning of torture.

"I won't hurt you," I replied honestly. "You can count on that."

There was something familiar in her eyes. It was the same something I saw when I looked in the mirror. I could see that if I was a rolling stone, then she was the wind. Such a thing came from being alone for so long you weren't sure there had ever been a different way to live. I would guess she wanted anonymous sex because it made her feel human. It wasn't the physical act she was after; it was the touch and feel of another if only for a little while. I knew the feeling. I had sex with shallow women because I never wanted to forget the lesson I'd learned from loving one.

"Will you bite?" she asked, staring at my lips and biting hers. I knew she wanted me almost as badly as I wanted her. Her scent was rising all over again. The scent of her desire was growing into it's own entity in the room.

"Yes," I told her. "You smell so good. I want to fuck you, bite you, and rub myself all over you."

"But it won't hurt," she clarified.

She had no idea. My fangs were as skilled as my blade. She wouldn't feel a thing, good or bad, unless I wanted her to. "It won't hurt," I assured her, holding my hand out. "I promise."

We had an understanding, but neither of us moved any closer. I didn't want to frighten her or give her cause to change her mind. I wanted her badly, too badly in fact. The titillating call of her lust was all I could smell. It was clouding my mind. Her nipples were pebbled buds that reminded me of berries ripe for tasting. I've had women, it was part of my lifestyle. Being a vampire, it meant having several lifetimes to get my fill.

With her, all I wanted was to touch, taste, and possess her. I wanted to savor every inch of her. It was a primal desire. I wanted to own her. I wanted to mark her, and I wanted to make her mine and mine alone. In another part of my mind I was wondering what I was doing. Why and how could I want one person so badly? I'd been in more desperate need of blood before but this fixation on the source was unheard of. I was too far gone to care.

All I felt was hunger and all I cared about was sating it. The alarm that had been ringing since I set eyes upon her was raucous and the attraction turned magnetic.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," I said, unbuttoning my jeans and reaching for the zipper. At this point, I would agree not to bite if it was a deal breaker.

The garment hadn't been comfortable since I caught her scent and saw her body up close. My cock was swelling and hardening with my need but my jeans weren't getting any bigger.

"No," she said.

I stopped immediately. Then she took a cautious step forward "I want to take your clothes off, if that's okay."

I nodded and dropped my hands. Slowly, shyly, she brought her body flush against mine. Then ever so gently, she proceeded to peel my clothes from my body. She dropped to her knees and removed my boots and socks; she kissed her way up my body.

Finally, mercifully, I found myself on the bed as naked as she was. If I thought her breasts were perfect, her bottom was in a category all its own. It was round and bountiful. Already I knew I would have to have her face down and ass up. I needed to palm those creamy round globes and see as her body creamed for me and I milked every drop of her pleasure.

"Tell me what you like," she whispered, nipping at my earlobe. I shivered involuntarily.

The profile of a working girl entered my mind again, but no matter how I tried to align it to her, it didn't fit. Hookers were all business; methodical, direct, and wouldn't shake your hand without telling what it would cost. In addition, the way she touched me wasn't direct. There wasn't only an undertone of innocence but tenderness too. She was simply direct about her likes and dislikes, and she wanted me to be direct with mine. That would make this more enjoyable.

I wound my arms around her waist molding her closer to me. "I like a little bit of everything," I replied.

She nodded and began tracing the planes of my body. I remained still as she teased and explored me. She dragged her fingertips languidly across my skin. Gently, she unwound my hair from the neat ponytail at the nape of my neck and combed her fingers through it with a smile on her face. It was the sweetest torture, but I instilled control and let her lead. Her fingers traced my lips. Unable to help myself I sucked the digit into my mouth and was reward as her breath caught and her eyes went wide.

Slowly, she leaned down and kissed me. Her lips brushed against mine, experimentally, as if awed by the feel of me. Then with a delighted moan, kissed me fully. Her hands were around my neck holding me closer to her. Her full breasts were pressed flushed against my chest. She touched me as if there was nothing and no one else for her but me, as if she were trying to commit the feel of me to memory. She kissed me like I was the only man in the world, like I was the only man she wanted. She sucked my finger into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. I watched entirely entranced, not only by the feel of it, but by the hooded hungry look in her eyes.

All the while, I ached. I simply let her scent intoxicate me and let her tongue boil my blood. I wanted more her; I wanted more everything; her and us. She kissed her way down the column of my neck. There was a point where she buried her face in my neck and just seemed to breathe in my scent. She was taking her time, teasing and acquainting herself with the feel of me so I had to employ patience.

"I want to kiss you here," she murmured. She caressed each of my nipples gently tugging at the blunt tips. I hissed involuntarily. That had forever been a secret source of pleasure for me.

"And here," Her fingernails dragged gently down the inside of my thighs and up the shaft of my cock. "Is that okay?" she asked.

Was she serious? I looked at her as she looked at me and apparently, she was. She wouldn't assume to know me or what I wanted. Everything she did she was going to ask for permission and I knew I had to do the same. After all, we were just two strangers looking to ease loneliness for a predetermined amount of time.

"Yes," I said, pulling her back against me. "Whatever you want."

She kissed a lazy stroll down my chest, past my navel and down to my manhood. Her mouth lingered and again I noticed her lack of experience, but it in no way deprived me of pleasure. She was learning, but trying to please at the same time. It drove me insane, although not in a bad way. I don't think a woman as beautiful as she could make touch anything but pleasurable.

Finally, her lips kissed my cock, and her tongue teased my tightened sac. My need was driven to a whole other level. My fingers were clenching the sheets above me. I was employing every trick I knew to stave off release. I was trying to think of something else. I was trying to pull my mind away. It was futile. She smelled too good. She felt too warm and she was so beautiful. It was beyond difficult even considering she hadn't done more than kiss me.

I was desperate to get inside her. I didn't care how. I bowed off the bed seeking the full heat and moisture of her lips. She was deliberately being elusive . Her tongue flicked and licked my weeping tip. She kissed my shaft ever so softly, almost reverently, but she wouldn't give me what I was in dire need of.

"Suck it…" I begged desperately.

"Like this?" she asked, wrapping her lips around me and swallowing my length.

With her full contact, every nerve ending in my body sparked and the flames ignited through me. I shuddered and groaned as the warmth of her mouth engulfed me. Nothing and no one had ever felt this good, not ever. It was more than the feel of her; it was the fervor in which she gorged herself on my length. She was making noises of deep contentment and soft mewls of hunger.

"Yes…" I groaned, as she continued to suck me deeper still. "Yes… like…that."

Obviously, for me to be so far gone I'd been without both blood and sex for too long. I was man enough not to care as she continued to bob her head and suck me into her mouth. The deeper my pleasure; the wetter and more fervent she became. I writhed helplessly under her. I didn't recognize the noises as my own. I was growling with my effort not to come and purring from delight.

The tip of my dick continuously hit the back of her throat and each time she only hummed happily. I wanted to come so bad, but I wanted her to it to be inside her. I wanted to spurt my seed deep inside her, it was part of this unfounded desire to own her. I wanted her to smell of me. I couldn't even describe the things she was doing to me or how good it felt.

For starters, most women had a gag reflex that prevented them from taking too much of me into their mouth but she deep throated me and didn't gag or slow to breathe. Normally this was the other way round. Women begged me for their release. They begged for reprieves from the overwhelming pleasure I gave them. This, with her everything felt magnified. I couldn't fight or tamp all that she was doing to me. I couldn't stave off my release any longer.

"Ahh...fuck...I'm coming!"

There was only a soft hum of her approval. I tried to pull away from her but she only followed. Somehow, she knew to suck me faster, she knew to stroke my cock with firmer strokes in between deep pulls of her lips. My control snapped, shattered and I knew it had never really been. With a wordless growl, my body erupted. I came with a force that left me momentary dazed. The blissful moment in time dragged out as she swallowed all I had to give. For a full minute all I could do was shudder and writhe under her

Finally, mercifully she released me from the captivating heat of her mouth. My mind was still fogged but it didn't take too much brain power to see that wasn't finished with me yet. She licked her lips and licked drops of my essence from her fingers. If wanted to own her, then she wanted to devour me and her appetite was voracious. Our eyes locked and I knew if I was human, I might not have survived her.

"I like the way you taste," she whispered. "I want to do that again."

My lover wasn't looking at my face. Her eyes were staring at my length like she hadn't had her fill. As if she couldn't help herself, she began stroking me in her soft hands all over again as she awaited my response. I was trembling. She just knew how to touch me. Her touch reached beyond raw physical gratification. It plucked at every string that was needed to usher me into paradise.

Honestly, I couldn't even begin to comprehend the question much less formulate an answer.

"Come here," I said, pulling at her wrist. "I want to taste you, too."

She obliged and sat on my face, wiggling her hips and spreading herself open for me. I hummed my approval. She was so wet and she smelled so good. With her so close, her scent was all there was. I couldn't get enough. Her juices sang through my body and drove me crazy with hunger and thirst. It made me dizzy with want. She sucked my cock down to the hilt as I teased and tasted her. I buried my tongue as deep into her dripping slit and greedily indulged in the sweet juices flowing from her sex. She tasted like heaven.

I inserted my fingers into her and found she was a very tight fit. She only suckled me harder with a deep moan. I buried my fingers inside her and curled them while sucking at her already engorged clit. My fingers stretched her because I knew I couldn't be gentle and I needed her to be able to take all of it. I didn't stop until she came. When she did, it was like ambrosia, nectar that should be forbidden due its potency.

The taste of her was sending me into frenzy. I felt like I had to be inside her or I would lose my mind. Her delighted cries were muffled as she refused to release me from the sweet torture of her mouth. Her throat trembled and worked to dislodge the obstruction but she didn't slow. I knew I couldn't handle anymore. She was going to push me over, again.

"I don't want to come yet," I growled. "Lover—"

My back bowed against the bed, but I tried to take all that she had to give. It wasn't easy. When her teeth grazed around the bulbous head of my cock, I quivered from the effort not to explode there and then. I managed, but it was all I could stand.

"I need to fuck you," I ordered, pushing her off me. "I won't be gentle."

There was no restraint in me for anything less. With her supple frame, I knew she could handle what I wanted to dish out.

"I can take it." she replied.

I flipped her on the bed and she fell on her stomach, pried her legs apart, and arched her back. Momentarily, she was dazed, but she didn't get a chance to fully register any of it before I was thrusting into her hot dripping pussy.

I caught the scent of blood, but it couldn't mean what I thought it meant. I might have been rougher than I intended. Her face was buried in the sheets, but it wasn't enough to muffle a scream but she didn't pull away from me. Regardless of how badly I wanted her, I slowed down as not to cause her pain. I didn't thrust like I wanted. Instead, I rubbed her lower back to ease the tense set to her shoulders.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Yes…I want it," she cried.

She relaxed around me and I was able to I surge deeper into her and she took it all, every hard inch. The pressure of fully invading her tight sheath nearly pulled me under. Her walls flexed around me and I shuddered. She was so very tight. I've had virgins with more give. I was slow giving her body time to adjust to the size of me. When she began urging me on, my thrusts were far in between, but with every turn, I was buried in her to the hilt. The noise of her flesh hitting mine mixed with her moans and my throaty growls as I enjoyed her body.

I seriously don't want to spoil anyone and then not deliver. This multiple update isn't going to be a recurring thing. I'm a sucker for lemons and all the citrus flavors. :)