Hey, I've been reading the reviews - thank you all so much.
I've also had a few friends giving my some good critiques which is both shaping the story and dismantling parts of it.
I'll be honest - I thought about the middle of this story before the end or the beginning. I have named the character - finally, right! - She is Dina Marie. I'm going to work in some background on her and Eric as I go along. She is college aged (I'll throw out an actual # soon).
I want to make one small comment on Sookie : there is some duality in how Dina (the o/c lead) feels about her. They are friends, both having contact with supes as a large common factor in their lives. but Dina does dislike some of Sookie's less appealing qualities and feels almost protective of Eric. For Sookie fans, this might be disappointing but know she isn't being trashed merely criticized. Even in the best friendships there is often anger. for Eric fans, this might be a nice change of pace to have some of the negative treatment of Eric called out.
Oh, and sorry if this was shorter and smuttier than usual. Midterms are killing me.
I got him in my room and could feel the smile on my face. He looked at me and moving quicker than I could see, tackled me on the bed. amazingly he didn't land on me, but over me with his arms supporting his weight. He began to rip my clothes off - literally, I heard the tear being made on my pants as he drug them down my legs. He tossed me around like a rag doll in his frenzy to get me naked. He didn't pay the same attention to himself as he only undid his pants, revealing a lack of underwear, and kept his clothes on.
He flipped me on my stomach, grabbed my ankles, and started pushing my leg until I bent my knees. I didn't even finish rising the top half of my body, before I felt his cool fingers spreading my lips. His digits were quickly replaced with his cock and he slammed into me in one fluid thrust. I lost any stability I had and went back down on the mattress with my knees bent and my ass in the air. I groaned as he began to rock his hips at rapid pace. His hands tightly gripped my hips and my whole body rocked with his.
It felt so good; a great mix of pressure, pleasure, and pain.
I didn't think it was possible for him to go faster, but he did. I started to cum. I was shocked at the animalistic noises I made. It was like my body was exploding. I heard him groan deeply and let out a shout as he came inside of me. My mind was foggy, but I heard him mumble what I can only assume were words. He let go and fell on the bed next to me.
I stayed facedown on the bed trying to catch my breath. He recovered much faster than I did. He rose from the bed and stripped off his clothes. I turned to look at him just as he rolled me over and pulled me up by my forearms. His lips fell on mine. He lifted me and put me back down on the bed before covering my body with his. His mouth went straight to my tits. Unlike last night, he dove his fangs into them and fed from me. It was almost unbearably painful and I whimpered. His hand went between my legs and caressed me. I collapsed against the pillows and enjoyed the sensations. He moved to my other breast and did the same thing. I was a little more prepared this time. After he had enough, he looked into my face, his eyes were wide and intense, his fangs coated with my blood, and his face could only be described as primal.
He reached down and guided himself in to me. His pace wasn't as fast as last time, but it was still quick. He pulled back and began to thrust as much of himself into me as he could. Over and over again.
I was groaning and moaning, feeling both the string of him hammering into me and the felicific stimulation of my spot as he did so.
His lips fastened to my neck and he began to suck on my skin. I felt his fangs but he did not bite. He reared up to look into my eyes and I rose my hand to head to touch his blonde hair. he jerked and his pace immediately slowed to a stop.
"You aren't afraid of me." I couldn't tell if this was a statement or a question.
"No." I said sincerely.
He kept looking at me. I don't think there would ever be a more intense moment than this; him inside me, his blue eyes boring into mine, his fangs poking out of his mouth, his body completely still. It was as if time decided it best to stand still for this moment.
He leaned down and kissed me. passionately. Softly. Slowly.
His hips began to move once more, mimicking his kiss. My body was once again taken over as it experienced this new, slow pace. I was tender, but it still felt wonderful. his face never drifted more than a few inches from mine. I felt him draw near his release and he caught my eyes right before his closed. He tilted his head back and sighed deeply. He stayed inside me and my body relaxed.
He pressed his weight down on one elbow and brought his wrist to his mouth. He bit himself and put it by my mouth.
"Drink." He said.
I was shocked more than anything else, but before I had a chance to weigh the pros and cons his wrist was against my lips. My mouth opened slightly and his blood began to flow into it. I decided to just do it. I never expected it to be so thick or so sweet. I knew about blood (in theory) from my doctor shows on TV and knew about v-addicts. But this was beyond anything I could have imagined. I wasn't the slightest bit repulsed as I clamped my mouth over the wound and sucked hard.
He must have moved his body because I felt his fingers running through my hair as he pulled his wrist from my mouth.
"Let go." he said.
I didn't want to. He stopped stroking my hair and put his palm on my forehead so I couldn't follow his bleeding wound as he removed it. He licked his wrist and I was jealous - I wanted more. I could understand how people got addicts and I was getting it right from the source. V-juice became more and more potent and drug like as it sat outside of the vampire's body; like wine. I can't imagine what it would be like to have that and after my reaction to this, I didn't want to.
My body was doing better. I looked down and the marks on my breasts were hardly visible. It was an odd sensation as I could feel my bruises reducing, the blood moving away, and my eyes watched as the purple splotch on my thigh turned back to my normal skin tone. Eric laid beside me and his hand ran up my leg.
I spread my legs without thinking, but he didn't smile cockily as he normally would. He punctured his finger with his fang and pushed it inside me. I cringed from the pain. I was still stiff. But just as the blood I drank began to heal my bruises and bite marks, any tears he made while he fucked me were healing.
Once he felt I was healed enough he leaned back on the bed. I rolled to my side and his arm swung over my side. We tugged the blankets up over us and he snuggled his chest against my back.
"Honey, are we going to finish our talk?" I asked.
The only reason I was still awake was because of his blood. I wasn't tired like I should have been but I was very relaxed. I briefly wondered if Eric would note anything about what I called him. To me everyone was 'honey', 'baby'. 'sweetie', and about 200 other pet names. He had originally found this amusing, but in a superior way. I think that was what everyone was to him: a silly/cute/boring little human.
I myself wondered if I began to use that word differently with him in this moment than I would have 2 days ago. Although such terms of endearment are said to lose their value if expressed and repeated constantly, there were always the slight voice inflections. I don't think I ever used the word 'honey' when referring to someone such as my niece as I did with anyone else in the world. And I knew when I addressed a lover as 'baby' it took on another tone and meaning.
I was suddenly beginning to regret taking his blood and giving him mine. Rather his vampiric hearing would note my tone and inflection or not didn't matter - he would know exactly what I was feeling.
"I can accept you working and going to school, but I'm your priority too." He said.
I nodded and knew regardless of him feeling my head bob or not, he was aware I agreed.
"And I don't want you to have sex with anyone but me."
For the most part this wasn't as issue. I generally didn't have more than one partner at once. and frankly, if I'm going to get fucked like I had been over the past two days, I'm not going to have the time or the interest in anyone else. Its not fair to have someone compete with man like Eric and when you sleep with a new partner you do compare them to your other ones. Its part of nature or something.
I felt the jealously bug, that little green monster rear up in me. Eric had a claim on me and I'm pretty sure it wasn't going to be a two way street.
"And you? Are you only going to fuck me?" I asked trying to keep my voice void of any revealing emotions.
He said nothing. I didn't know what I should feel, perhaps I should be happy he at least wanted to use his charm and some tact (which was a rarity with him most of the time) when he explained that he would keep nailing every fangbanger who enticed him.
I decided to make it easier.
"Fine. But don't rub it in my face." I couldn't help but show some anger. It wasn't all at him though. I was so mad at myself for getting close to someone like him.
"Are you jealous?" he asked amused. "I promise I'll fuck you every night." he put emphasis on the word 'fuck', finding my choice of wording to worth some lighthearted mocking.
I said nothing and he tightened his grip on me, "I won't rub it in your face." he said quietly.
I took a deep breath and smiled. Better than what I thought I'd hear.
"Dina" He called my name softly. "I have to go. There are thing I need to do before dawn."
I turned and kissed him.
"Tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yes. I'll call you."
He got up, tugged his clothes on, and walked to the door. I stopped him as he turned the knob and turned my upper body toward him.
"Eric, you asked what I was after," I paused and his body tensed. "I'm after a new pair of pants to replace the ones you ripped."
I laid back down and turned so my back was to him once more. I didn't wait for his reaction, but I swear I felt* him relax before he left.