Spellbound

Thank you all so much for your alerts, favorites, and reviews. I have completed 3 chapters and will be posting them at least 3 days apart to account for my family and work time. I hope that you all enjoy. The story is mine but the characters belong to CH.

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When they made it home, it was 2:00 in the morning and Sookie was dead tired. She knew that they needed to talk about Freyda and what Fintan has done to them but she just didn't have the energy. He offered to walk her inside but she told him no. When they got out of the car, Eric did his nightly ritual. He went to talk with the security guards. She walked ahead alone.

She was thinking about waiting for him but she dragged her limp and tired body into the house. She could've popped herself to her bedroom but she just didn't have the energy. She hadn't had much rest in the last couple of days. On the last night of her vacation with Claudette, she barely slept three hours. Claudette said that there were too many sites to see and she couldn't see them with her eyes closed and in the hotel room. When she came home, she took a cat nap and caught up on some work. She then sang and danced with the best supes she's ever met in her life. She wanted to do nothing but shower and get into her bed. A hot shower and a good night's sleep were going to work wonders.

Her ponytail was now gone and her exhausted body was being sprayed with the soothing hot water from the multiple shower heads that surrounded her. It felt so good. She leaned her forehead against the cold tiles of the shower wall. The feelings of just being made the shower feel even better. She could almost feel herself getting drowsy but she was startled out of her relaxation mode when a blast of cold air hit her backside. She turned around to see Eric standing behind her … naked. Sookie grabbed her body sponge from the shower hook and tried to hide behind it. She didn't want Eric to see her naked. She'd put on a little weight and she wasn't ready for this. She sighed as she watched Eric close the shower door. He looked at Sookie and shook his head wearily.

"Why are you still in the guest bedroom? You know that I can't die peacefully when you're not with me. I need you by my side," he groaned.

"Because I'm not sleeping with you," she said in most professional voice. "Nothing has been resolved with us. We haven't had our talk. Taking a shower together won't resolve our issues."

Her insistence and determination were loud and clear. She tried not to see the want that he had for her in his eyes. She certainly didn't want to see that he missed the connection that they shared; though she missed him. She missed it. If she would admit it to herself, she needed the connection just as badly as he did. He noticed because his nostrils flared. He smiled as eased towards her.

"I know," he admitted desolately. He reached out and took the body sponge away from her. He then reached to his right and took the bodywash from the shelf. Eric's cool, muscular arm brushed against her warm, naked flesh with each movement that he made. Sookie did all that she could to shield her body from his touch and her reaction. She folded her arms over her breasts.

"I told you that I don't love you anymore," she protested softly. She watched as he poured the scented strawberries and champagne bodywash over her sponge. "You know that, right? You know that I don't love you."

"I know." His was voice deep and gravely. It didn't sound like his but his expression was as neutral as ever. He gently began to wash her folded arms.

"Just because I had fun with your friends tonight doesn't mean that I'm going to stay with you, Eric Northman. We have a lot of talking to do and we've done nothing."

She tried to hide the quiver in her voice. She tried stopping the shimmering of her body but when a fae is sexually aroused there's no hiding it. The scent … the glow … they take over the fae's rationale and reason. She did her damnedest to tell him to get out of the shower but her mouth wouldn't form the words. She gasped when he took her wrist in his hand and lifted her slender arm away from her covered breasts. Eric gently moved the sponge to the underside of her arm. Sookie swayed; this time knowing that it wasn't from the sickness but because of his gentleness. The moan that escaped her soon turned into a fake cough. He moved the sponge over her stomach. She quickly knocked his hand out of the way.

"Don't," she said.

"Stubborn little fae," he said as he moved the sponge back up to her other arm.

"You don't fool me, Eric."

"I'm not trying to, my lover. I just want to bathe you. That's all. Tell me to go and I will go. I won't bother you anymore tonight. I swear it," he promised.

With the sponge in his hand, he waited but she said nothing. His eyes were planted on her aroused and ready nipples. Eric stepped in closer; crowding her with his cool and muscular body. He forced her so close the shower wall that she could feel the coolness against her back. He brushed the sponge lightly against her nipples when he raised his hand. It was so gentle, she wasn't sure if she felt it or not. Eric stepped in a little closer; this time his cool body rested against her nipples and the coolness of the shower wall was against her back. He worked the sponge down between her breasts and over her torso; in circular motions and over her stomach and between her legs.

Sookie sucked in a harsh breath when Eric dropped the sponge and replaced it with his fingers.

"I don't love you anymore," she gasped as his fingers continued to fondle her relentlessly. She wrapped her hand against his wrist; not wanting him to stop but at least making a show of what she knew she felt that she should do. That didn't stop him; not that she wanted him to stop. He stared down in her face.

"I heard you the first time." Eric was beginning to lose control of his voice as her arousal began to take him over. It always took him over. He remembered a time when it angered him that he couldn't tell if she was making him feel these feelings or it was actually what he wanted. Because she'd closed the bond to him, he knew better now. She hadn't made him want her. He's always known that she is what he wants. She is what he needs.

He stroked her nub with his thumb in circular motions. Doing the best that she could to gather her bearings, she said in a raspy voice, "You're only doing this because we haven't shared blood in over a month. We haven't shared flesh and you thought that taking me to see your friends was going to make me give myself to you. Well, I've got news for you, buddy. It's not going to work."

As he thrust his fingers inside of her, she rested her head against the shower wall. When she was able to compose herself, she asked, "You think I'm easy don't you?"

"Do you really want to know what I think, lover?"

She shook her head no.

He looked at her and smiled. His fangs hadn't descended but his hardness was at full mast. Eric's hungry gaze dropped from her eyes to her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were now staring at him through the suds of the bodywash. Without warning Sookie at all, he removed his hands from her pleasure and dropped to his knees. He took turns loving each nipple. His touch caused an electricity to leave her body that went through them both. He grabbed her waist as she arched her back. Her head hit the tiles with a resounding thud.

Sookie looked down at her handsome husband as he knelt down before her as he licked and kissed his way across the shallow valley between her breasts. Eric used his hands to hold her still against the wall. She shuddered wildly. She buried her hands in his wet hair before she opted to digging her fingernails into his broad shoulders.

When he stood to his full height, Eric pinned her against the wall with his body. His hardness was throbbing urgently as it rested between them. His hands were pressed against the wall on either side of her as if he was afraid that she was going to escape. They stared into each other eyes. Since they'd married, Eric hadn't looked at her in such a way. For the first time in a very long, she felt completely vulnerable. His face remained neutral; full of control but his blue eyes were blazing and they were filled with something she'd never seen. She saw something in his eyes that was unfamiliar and hard to read. She hoped that it was love but she feared that it was nothing more than lust.

"You don't love me," she barely said above a whisper but she knew that he heard her. "You don't love me."

Eric's eyes darted impatiently from her pleading eyes to the full mouth that had spoken those detestable words. He muffled and moaned something that she couldn't figure out as he groaned and lowered his head until his mouth had touched hers. Sookie's body stiffened as his mouth tenderly nuzzled against hers; demanding nothing but wanting everything. He began to explore the unforgettable contours of her mouth; reminiscing about the first kiss they'd ever shared in Adele's Garden. His hands were no longer pressed against the wall. They were now cradling her face. Slowly, his mouth began to want more. He began to move with determination against her until she sighed and melted against him as her own mouth began to explore his. Eric's tongue traced over her lips as if he was begging for entry into her mouth. She yielded to him and enjoyed the sweet sensation she so yearned for.

Her small hands searched for his face and pulled him even closer than before. Eric was more than happy to oblige. Their kiss was suddenly deeper. Sookie felt that he tasted all of her with that one kiss and she freely let him. It was the most fervent experience of her life and from the way his hardness was throbbing against her torso, Eric felt the same way.

He unwillingly lifted his mouth from hers so that he could look down at her face. He looked so deeply into her eyes that Sookie knew that his passionate stare could see right through to her soul. She suddenly gasped. He saw it and even though she was scared, she saw the same thing in his eyes. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that Eric had blushed. There was a boyish grin on his face; one that she'd never seen before. Not even when they were in Fae did she see that beautiful smile. That one smile made him the handsomest man she'd ever seen in her life. She didn't get a chance to respond to it because once again, his mouth loved hers. She moaned anxiously as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were moving over her body. Eric was soon gripping her round bottom and hoisting her up until her thighs had wrapped around his waist.

His lifted his mouth from hers and began kissing the beads of water that trailed down her slender neck. He was soon kissing her mouth once more. Sookie was more than overwhelmed by Eric's astonishing passion. He was never this out of control when it came to her. At that very moment, everything that she ever was, was lost in that one kiss; that one moment. Eric tightened his grip on her bottom as he stumbled out of the shower. He was so excited that they barely made it to the bedroom.

Once they were in the room, he placed Sookie on the bed. Her feet were resting on the plush carpet and her bottom half was hanging off of the bed. She didn't care at all. She didn't mind the discomfort; especially when Eric's mouth claimed hers and he plunged deep inside of her. She just managed to tear her mouth away to cry out. The sound was harsh and raw as it filled the room.

Her back arched until the top of her head was resting on the bed. She raised her legs to wrap them around his waist. Sookie's ankles crossed over Eric's firm and muscular butt. Her arms were wrapped around his back as she dug her nails into his flesh and drew blood. Eric was making sobbing and anxious sounds into her mouth but he still refused to let go of her lips. He began coordinating the thrusts of his tongue with those of his driving hips and Sookie's moans. For the second time tonight, the lover's were dancing to the sounds of their own song.

Eric's hands moved up towards Sookie's wet hair. He tilted her head back. She braced herself for the imminent bite. Instead, he kissed her neck as he kissed his way back up to her waiting mouth. She held on tight to him. When he didn't bite into her neck, she did something that she'd never done with him before. She gave him all of her. Their bodies were no longer separate. They shared her heartbeat and soul. Her life now belonged to him and his to her. They shared their pasts and their future. Their bodies burned at every point of contact. They were no longer Sookie and Eric. They were one.

He suddenly broke the kiss. Eric could feel it. He could see it. He knew that he could never go back. Right then, at that very second, he realized that he didn't want to. This is where he belongs. This is where he would stay.

One of Eric's hands swept back down to one of Sookie's thighs; lifting her hips even higher in order to allow him to go even deeper.

Sookie wanted to scream, 'More; please. Give me more!' but she couldn't. She was lost in him. She moved her hands to his ass in order to pull him in closer. She wanted him closer. She needed him closer. She wanted him harder and deeper. Eric knew it. He did everything in his power in order to accommodate her. Sookie then sobbed in the crook of his neck. She felt as if she was dying an exquisite death and she welcomed it.

"I do," he repeated over and over again as she continued to sob. "I do love you. I've always loved you. I love you. I love you … I love you."

With those words, Sookie did something that she'd never done before without his coaxing. She'd spiraled out of control. She felt herself clenching around Eric's hardness and she bit into his neck. Her shimmer filled the room and her blue eyes darkened and her body shuddered as she fed from him. That caused him to go deeper inside of her and his unnecessary breath was labored and the normally cool and calm Eric Northman lost complete and total control. He was as lost as she was.

As she fed from him, a hoarse cry left his mouth; an indistinct name that sounded disbelievingly like Sookie, left his mouth. Eric's body arched viciously as he lifted Sookie from the bed and onto his lap. He held her as close as he could. He wrapped his strong arms around her back as his body jerked within her. His lips found hers once more and he claimed them; tasting his blood on her lips, her tongue.

They continued the kiss. It was gentler this time as he continued to thrust lazily into her. He hugged her even closer as he stood. Her chest was pressed to his. Her head rested sweetly on his shoulder. Her arms were once again wrapped tightly around his neck as she fought to stay balanced. Eric continued to gently nuzzle her mouth with his. He finally went limp and collapsed backwards onto the soft bed with Sookie still settled safely and securely in his arms. One of his thighs rested lazily against hers. He was still kissing her; lifting his mouth from hers in order to nuzzle her neck only to move to her shoulders and before kissing his way back to her mouth over and over again. It was if he couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of Sookie. Eric's hand roamed over her body as their breathing slowed to its original pace.

"My lover," he finally whispered. "My only lover."

That one word caused her body to stiffen. It brought her back to the here and now. What had she done? She was no longer relaxed. Eric didn't seem to notice that Sookie was on edge. He continued to kiss her; whispering Swedish endearments in her ear. Though she tried to remove his hand, he traced little hearts along her stomach. She was no longer in the mood for being lovey dovey. What they'd done wasn't right. It was too soon. She tried sitting up but Eric took that to mean that was uncomfortable so he shifted his body to accommodate hers. Her head was resting on his chest. His lips kissed her head as he told her how he felt about her … how he was never going to let her go ... life was going to be so much better for them, for her.

Any other time, she would've loved the amount of attention that Eric was lavishing upon her after they'd made love. It was everything she'd ever wanted from him. It was what she wished he'd done in the beginning of their marriage. She wanted to bask in the afterglow and the love but she knew that she couldn't because it was a mistake. It was scary and it was a mistake.

Sookie looked in his eyes. She saw the same emotions she'd seen when they were in the shower right before he kissed her. Sookie closed her eyes and she could feel her heart drop to her feet.

"What have I done?" she thought. "What in the world have I done?"