Okay… if I did this right, the sexy times will be more romantic than volcanic. It still could be considered NSFW though, I think. Lol. You'll have to let me know.
This chapter is unbetaed, because I didn't want to wait to post it. Lol. Impatient hooker, I am – we've well established this fact.
I'll be putting up the final chapter right after this one. I'm so excited to have it done that I can't wait any longer to share it with you all!
Disclaimer – Don't own them, wish I did. CH & AB, plus HBO do.
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The way we made love this time was different than anything I'd ever experienced.
He rolled me on top of him fully, my legs draped over both of his. He looked into my face for a long while, petting back my hair and rubbing my cheekbones with his thumbs with every stroke. I'd never had someone look at me the way he was. His face was the most open, the most unguarded, I'd ever seen it. His red-rimmed eyes shone with absolute adoration, and the feelings flowing through the bond dipped my soul in a love so deep – I wasn't sure there were words to justify it.
Eric kept his eyes on mine as he lifted his head, bringing his lips to mine. Just as they brushed oh so softly against me, he whispered, "Stay with me always, my sweet Sookie. Never let me walk this earth without your love again."
Tears fell from my eyes as his lips claimed mine.
His hands left my hair and began roaming softly, dotingly, down my back and over my ass. I could feel him solid and ready beneath me, but his movements felt more like worship than foreplay, even though his touch was doing marvelous things to my center.
It was past dawn, and I could feel a bit of anarchy within the bond. I guessed his body was trying to call him to rest, to seek shelter from the deadly sun. But it didn't feel to me as if he were in any pain from fighting it, so I didn't fuss at him.
His palms engulfed my tush, surrounding it completely. He kneaded the flesh gently, all the while making love to my mouth with his talented tongue. I could feel my juices starting to flow, my pussy aching with the need to feel him deep inside me again. Suddenly his hands stilled where my ass met my thighs, but his fingers began to slide lower and lower until he pulled my legs apart further.
Eric gathered the moisture he found there using both hands, spreading it from my clit to my virgin hole. His fingers glided through my folds, gently circling my rosette but never entering. He very passionately told me that someday he would have me there, but tonight was not that night. I was honestly glad for that. I might be willing to try other things down the road, but not now.
He teased me relentlessly. I was panting and moaning, wriggling on top of him, desperate for friction. I could feel his solid cock below me, but it wasn't in the right position for me to rub against it the way I wanted. Even if he didn't enter me tonight, I still needed to feel him against me. I writhed against him until I could get him where I needed him. I began rocking against him in a fast rhythm.
"Slow down for me, lover," he groaned. "I want to take our time this morning. I am going to savor every second with you. Worship you the way you deserve," he breathed as he pushed my ass down firmly, moving me very slowly over his cock.
"But what about the sunrise? The bleeds?" I moaned as his tip brushed my clit.
"Do not fear, Sookie. I don't feel any signs of the bleeds, but if I do I will simply sip at you until they stop. I would like you to take blood from me again today, also. I've had quite a bit of you and I don't want to wear you out."
"Yes," I hissed. Just the thought of bringing more of him into my body had my inner walls flexing.
He released his death-grip on my ass and allowed me to once again move freely. His fingers began teasing my folds and ass again, making me whimper. Eric had shown me heights of arousal in the last twenty-four hours that I'd never known. But this… this was like nothing I'd ever imagined. I was so wet, I was practically gushing. I could feel my honey coating not only his cock, but my inner thighs too. I was a hot mess.
"So wet for me, lover," he purred, sounding slightly out of breath. "Your nectar is dripping down my balls, down into the crack of my ass, and is soaking the mattress beneath us. It is the sexiest thing I have ever felt, Sookie," he growled, his eyes glowing like the sun. "Knowing I turn you on enough for you to leak like this when you haven't even come yet makes my cock harder than it's ever been. I ache to be inside you, feeling your velvet walls surrounding me."
"Please," I whimpered.
"Not yet, dear one," he smiled before flipping us in one quick movement. "Patience is a virtue."
"So are orgasms," I groused, making him chuckle in a very satisfied way.
He kissed me quickly, but passionately, before his mouth began working its way down my body. He nibbled along my jawline to just below my ear. His tongue teased the outer shell before he began suckling lightly with lots of wet kisses down the column of my throat. Next he nipped and sucked his way across my collarbone to the other side, before he began licking and sucking over the tops of my full breasts.
All the while his hips rocked his cock against me where it was nestled between my folds. He never pulled far enough back to enter me and never went forward enough to lose contact. His thick head bumped my clit so frequently that I was twitching almost constantly. I was so close. So very, very fucking close.
"I love the warmth of your skin," he sighed as he rubbed his lightly stubbled cheek between my breasts. "Your richly tanned skin is so incredibly soft and sweet smelling, your heat is like a drug to me, my lover. I'll never get enough! And the feel of your heartbeat against my chest makes me feel as if my own were beating again. It is a feeling I cannot live without now," he groaned right before he took a nipple into his mouth.
My hips shot down and then up at the sensation, causing his head to slip just inside my opening. I let out a sound I didn't know I was capable of making just as Eric growled deeply.
"So perfect," he whispered, almost too low for me to hear.
His hips began rocking again, though he never pulled his crown from my opening. He didn't press it in further either though, much to my torment. His mouth lavished attention on one nipple while his hand fondled the other breast in ways that had me nearly sobbing. All the while he moved just the tip and out of me very slowly.
I could feel him so clearly now through the bond. He was unbelievably turned on for how slow he was going, and the love coursing through him had my eyes freely leaking. I was so far beyond wet down there I was almost embarrassed but I could feel how amped up it was making him, so I tried to just relax and enjoy.
"Come for me, just once, my lover. Coat my cock in your cum and I will finally bury myself within you. Show me my worship pleases you as much as it does me, sweet Sookie. Come for me," he whispered the last three words as his eyes met mine, his tip sliding just a tiny bit further inside me.
My body obeyed instantly.
Between the feelings in the bond, the way his body was rubbing against mine, and the look in his eyes – I couldn't resist. His thick head continued to tease me throughout, but it wasn't an earth shattering release. It was slow, and sexy, and seemed to last forever without the normal fall afterwards. The orgasm simply felt like an extension of our foreplay. I looked into his gorgeous eyes the entire time.
It was the single most intimate moment of my life.
"There is no one more beautiful than you," he praised as he lowered his head, his eyes still on mine, to place a loving kiss above my heart.
He slowly pushed his hips forward as his lips lingered on my skin. Inch by inch he entered me, making my hips roll and my pussy clench. It felt a little bit like I was still coming as he continued to work into me; I was so sensitive and aroused. When his pubic bone finally met mine, he paused to kiss my lips. Our tongues didn't battle for dominance at all. We simply took a moment to appreciate how fully we were connected now.
Eric stayed still inside me for several long, torturous moments, as his kiss and the bond told me everything he couldn't put into words. He was all around me, inside me in every way possible. His blood, his body, his soul were all mine to take or leave. His emotions told me so. But I could feel that he'd chase me to the ends of the earth, that he'd do anything to win me back.
And if he couldn't, he'd let me go. Even if it killed him.
I could hear in his thoughts that he'd stay close enough to protect me, even if I never knew he was there, always hoping I'd find my way back to him.
"Kind of like a marriage," I breathed against his lips.
He pulled his head back and brought his hands to cradle my face gently in his grasp. "Exactly like a marriage, only stronger than any human union you could imagine. I would give this to you, Sookie, if you would take it," he said in a very quiet but passionate tone.
My lips attacked his as I let my mind project a booming "YES!" into his.
The sound that escaped him sounded like a prayer, his happiness and passion flooding the bond. I only hoped he felt the same intensity from me. I'd never been happier in my life! Though I did find a small bit of irony in that fact that crazy ol' me who couldn't get a date up until a little while ago had been proposed to twice in the same night.
Life sure was funny sometimes.
"I have to move now, Sookie," he panted, his arousal threatening to drown us both.
"Yes," I begged, flexing my inner walls around him.
As worked up as we both were, his thrusts were slow. Steady. I was very close again, and I could feel that he was nearing his moment as well. But neither of us wanted this to end yet. I looked into his face and instantly froze.
"Eric, you have the bleeds," I gasped, horrified that he was ill.
"No," he whispered. "These are tears, my love. I am happier than I ever thought possible." His accent was terribly thick, his voice rough like sandpaper.
My tears started up again instantly.
"I don't want to come yet, Sookie," he groaned as his pace picked up just slightly. "I don't know how much longer I can go slow though. You feel too good!"
"Roll us over, honey," I choked out. "Let me make love to you now."
He moved us quickly, the rumble in his chest hotter than anything I'd ever heard. I stretched out my legs as he settled us, bringing them to rest along his. I ran my hands over his chest and arms as I pushed, pulled, and swiveled my body on top of his, my hardened nipples dragging over his chest constantly.
That sexy rumble was now a constant purr, his cock so thick and hard inside me. Every few movements I'd contract my inner walls as I pulled myself up his body, making him snarl quietly each time. I could feel him twitch within me sometimes, the bond telling me he was terribly close but still holding on to his control somehow.
I continued to move my fingers over him, from his neck to his hip bones, as I began kissing over his chest. I nuzzled into his fine chest hair at times, breathing in his amazing scent. He smelled so much stronger to me now, more potent. Whether it was due to his arousal, or our bond, I wasn't sure. I flattened my tongue and licked across one of his nipples, causing it to instantly pebble tightly.
When I took it into my mouth, biting down on it gently, his hips shot off the bed and he nearly threw me off him. "Harder. Bite harder," he begged as his hands gripped my ass tightly.
I drew my knees up around his hips and rose my pussy off him for the first time since he'd flipped us as I bit down harder on his tiny peak. The growl that left him made my ears ring a little, and were it not for the bond I'd have worried I hurt him. Instead, I knew that in one action I'd managed to nearly shatter his restraint.
"I need you to move more, lover. Please!" he cried.
I did as he asked, reveling in the fact that he was as lost as I was. I loved seeing him like this! The bloodlust sex had been hot as hell, but truthfully a bit frightening. But this was pure, unbridled need. A level of passion I had never imagined, let alone been a part of.
It was incredible.
His eyes found mine, his one hand coming up to hold my chin. "Marry me, Sookie Stackhouse. Become my wife here. Now," he moaned, though I felt how serious he was.
"Yes," I replied without hesitation.
His hand left me to fumble in the bedside drawer for a second, though his eyes never left mine. Our bodies continued to rise and fall together as he searched, both of us quickly nearing completion.
"Do you pledge to me your loyalty, love, and life from now until we reach our final deaths?" Eric asked, his voice strained but sure, as he brought a jeweled dagger to lie across his chest.
"Yes, Eric," I panted as best I could. My walls were fluttering, my stomach muscles were so tight, and my body began to tremble lightly as I tried my best to hold on for just a little longer.
"And I, Eric Northman, pledge to give to you my loyalty, love, and life from now until we reach our final deaths," he promised, his eyes burning with the truth of his words. "I will make a small cut at your neck, my love, and then you will quickly slice across my chest above my heart. We will drink from each other, and be one. Forever."
"I love you," I breathed.
"As I love you," he responded before bringing the knife to my throat.
His hips moved faster, my body straining to keep up with the force of his thrusts even though I was on top. I felt almost no pain as he made his mark on my neck, and the moment the dagger was passed to me I made a small incision above his heart. We leaned forward together and our lips met skin at the same time. We both took a great pull from each other, the bond flaring to levels that took the wind from me. We both drank for only several mouthfuls, the wounds sealing soon after the cuts were made.
"My wife, I cannot last," he warned as his hips spasmed erratically beneath me.
"I'm with you, my husband," I screamed as my walls clamped down around him.
He came with a great roar, his arms engulfing me tight enough that I couldn't move. His hips rose and fell beneath me at speeds that blew my mind, as his cock emptied into me. The force and duration of his release triggered another small orgasm from me, making me whimper pitifully even though it felt fucking amazing.
When our aftershocks passed, he loosened his grip just a tad, his lips trailing kisses across my forehead where it laid on his chest. "Thank you, my Sookie," he said quietly.
"No, Eric, thank you. For believing in us even when I didn't know we were possible."
He hummed at that but said no words for a while. He just held me and ran his hands over my body that was still draped over him. I simply snuggled into him deeper and occasionally swiveled my hips to feel him still deep inside me.
"I would make love to you again this morning if I could, wife," he apologized. "But I am starting to feel the effects of the daylight, even after all the blood I've taken from you. I must rest soon." He sounded so sad.
"Rest, my husband," I shushed him. "I will be here when you rise."
"We will take care of Compton and Russell for good tomorrow. After I make love to you again first, of course," he promised as he flexed his erection inside me.
"Yes, we will – to both. Now, rest, my love."
I stretched my legs out and fell asleep on top of my vampire, his cock still nestled deep within me.
Right where it should be.
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Okay, my doves – the very last chapter is about to go up. Hope you love it!
Love and hugs to all – thanks for taking this journey with me!