The influx of his emotions robbed Summer of words. Her own eyes black with lust, she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up to lick at the place the blood had escaped his mouth. The lick turned into a kiss, the kiss turned into a nip, and then she took a deep breath.
Eyelashes that had flown wide with shock when he’d moved her to the bed were at half-mast again, and she contemplated him from underneath them. It took a few more breaths before she found words again, and even then they were few. “Pin my hands. Make me squirm.”
Without any hesitation Victor gathered her wrists into his hand and pinned them above her head, whilst simultaneously grinding their hips together. “My pleasure,” he whispered next to her ear and then moved so that he had room before slipping his hand down to her pussy. Slowly, he thrust into her with his finger, adding a second digit and kissing her lips roughly. His thumb found her clit and began rubbing soft and slow circles over it, around it and alternating his pressure.
She arched her back, jerking a bit against his hold. It probably shouldn’t turn her on /so/ much when she couldn’t touch him. But then again, Victor was probably the only person she’d ever met that she’d willingly turn her will over to. “Fuck, Victor, fuck,” she hissed, eyes rolling back. “More, yes,” and then her words degenerated into a mush of pleading.
Victor was lost, lost to his emotions, and lost to his hunger. He craved her, craved her body, her scent, and the sounds she made when she pleaded with him. He picked up his pace, finger fucking her harder and putting more pressure on her clit. Then, he removed his fingers from her, licking them clean, before freeing himself from his clothes and teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. Victor bent back down and stimulated the bite marks on her neck and began shallowly thrusting into her, never going much farther than the head of his cock.
Summer began to writhe in truth, aching with absence after he’d opened her up. Words were a foreign concept; but she begged wordlessly, small pitiful sounds. She drew her knees together, hoping to trick him into greater depth, and tried to push downward as he thrust, all to no avail.
The influx of his emotions robbed Summer of words. Her own eyes black with lust, she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up to lick at the place the blood had escaped his mouth. The lick turned into a kiss, the kiss turned into a nip, and then she took a deep breath.
Eyelashes that had flown wide with shock when he’d moved her to the bed were at half-mast again, and she contemplated him from underneath them. It took a few more breaths before she found words again, and even then they were few. “Pin my hands. Make me squirm.”
Without any hesitation Victor gathered her wrists into his hand and pinned them above her head, whilst simultaneously grinding their hips together. “My pleasure,” he whispered next to her ear and then moved so that he had room before slipping his hand down to her pussy. Slowly, he thrust into her with his finger, adding a second digit and kissing her lips roughly. His thumb found her clit and began rubbing soft and slow circles over it, around it and alternating his pressure.
She arched her back, jerking a bit against his hold. It probably shouldn’t turn her on /so/ much when she couldn’t touch him. But then again, Victor was probably the only person she’d ever met that she’d willingly turn her will over to. “Fuck, Victor, fuck,” she hissed, eyes rolling back. “More, yes,” and then her words degenerated into a mush of pleading.
Victor smiled a little sheepishly, and absentmindedly began running his fingers over her calf, occasionally massaging her foot. “Yeah, the thrill of the hunt definitely brings out my cravings.” He masked the look of growing need, it’d been a while since he’d fed and he’d need to go sometime very soon. He returned her grin, a considerably darker look in his eyes as they turned a deep brown. Victor scooted closer to her so that her leg was no longer in his lap but resting on the chair and began kissing and nibbling his way up her collarbone and towards her neck. “You’re very tempting love.”
“Mmm, if I am it’s your fault.” She tipped her head back even farther in the chair, resting it on the back and grinning up at the ceiling. Her eyes drifted half-closed as Victor moved toward her throat. “You do need to be at full strength before going after this rogue, after all.”
Victor paused in his kissing, lips just centimeters from her neck, his breath coming out in shallow pants. He cupped her neck with his right hand and licked his lips, his eyes completely dilated. Victor felt his fangs elongate in anticipation as he planted open mouth kisses on the column of her neck. His eyes trailed over her, she was so beautiful and her blood called to him. He bit down on the delicate flesh of her neck, his fangs puncturing her skin and the sweet warm liquid filled his mouth. Victor sucked on her neck almost lovingly, a long moan spilling from his mouth. A wild tongue darted around her wounds, stimulating the sensitive skin around the punctures.
No matter how many times Victor bit her, she couldn’t get used to the shock of pain immediately followed by the flood of sensuality. Her voice answered his, a half-whimper followed by a pleading whisper, “Please, Victor … ” It was almost indecent, how quickly he could turn her on and make her beg.
He didn’t take much more blood from her but at the sound of her begging, an almost animal-like growl ripped out of his throat. Victor picked her up and put her on the bed so quickly, had he been thinking straight he’d have been impressed. He looked down at her, tongue swiping out to capture a trail of blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, missing some.
The pupils had nearly blocked out the colour of his eyes and his hand ran up the length of her night dress. In seconds he had the nightgown pushed up so that he had full access to the rest of her body. A wicked tongue followed skilled hands as he kneaded her breasts and nipped gently at them. He felt a surge of energy, power, love, lust and desire flood through him and he shared it with her. “What d’you want, love? Tell me.”
The influx of his emotions robbed Summer of words. Her own eyes black with lust, she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up to lick at the place the blood had escaped his mouth. The lick turned into a kiss, the kiss turned into a nip, and then she took a deep breath.
Eyelashes that had flown wide with shock when he’d moved her to the bed were at half-mast again, and she contemplated him from underneath them. It took a few more breaths before she found words again, and even then they were few. “Pin my hands. Make me squirm.”
“Oh, is that what that was? Your cravings all sound alike,” Summer teased. “You’re still craving something, I can hear it. The thrill of the hunt, maybe?” She slid one foot up his leg, plopping it in his lap and wiggling her toes. “Something else to bite?” She tipped her chin up, running a thumb down her collarbone and grinning.
Victor smiled a little sheepishly, and absentmindedly began running his fingers over her calf, occasionally massaging her foot. “Yeah, the thrill of the hunt definitely brings out my cravings.” He masked the look of growing need, it’d been a while since he’d fed and he’d need to go sometime very soon. He returned her grin, a considerably darker look in his eyes as they turned a deep brown. Victor scooted closer to her so that her leg was no longer in his lap but resting on the chair and began kissing and nibbling his way up her collarbone and towards her neck. “You’re very tempting love.”
“Mmm, if I am it’s your fault.” She tipped her head back even farther in the chair, resting it on the back and grinning up at the ceiling. Her eyes drifted half-closed as Victor moved toward her throat. “You do need to be at full strength before going after this rogue, after all.”
Victor paused in his kissing, lips just centimeters from her neck, his breath coming out in shallow pants. He cupped her neck with his right hand and licked his lips, his eyes completely dilated. Victor felt his fangs elongate in anticipation as he planted open mouth kisses on the column of her neck. His eyes trailed over her, she was so beautiful and her blood called to him. He bit down on the delicate flesh of her neck, his fangs puncturing her skin and the sweet warm liquid filled his mouth. Victor sucked on her neck almost lovingly, a long moan spilling from his mouth. A wild tongue darted around her wounds, stimulating the sensitive skin around the punctures.
No matter how many times Victor bit her, she couldn’t get used to the shock of pain immediately followed by the flood of sensuality. Her voice answered his, a half-whimper followed by a pleading whisper, “Please, Victor … ” It was almost indecent, how quickly he could turn her on and make her beg.
She tucked her head under his chin, for the comfort of it, for a moment. Then her stomach growled, and she huffed a laugh and went back to dinner.
For a moment, Victor sighed; he treasured moments like these immensely. He laughed with her when her stomach growled and she went back to her food and sat back down in his seat, resuming his meal as well. He finished his food and leaned back in his chair, stretching. “I didn’t realize just how much I was craving Chinese.” He smirked, a laugh in his eyes.
“Oh, is that what that was? Your cravings all sound alike,” Summer teased. “You’re still craving something, I can hear it. The thrill of the hunt, maybe?” She slid one foot up his leg, plopping it in his lap and wiggling her toes. “Something else to bite?” She tipped her chin up, running a thumb down her collarbone and grinning.
Victor smiled a little sheepishly, and absentmindedly began running his fingers over her calf, occasionally massaging her foot. “Yeah, the thrill of the hunt definitely brings out my cravings.” He masked the look of growing need, it’d been a while since he’d fed and he’d need to go sometime very soon. He returned her grin, a considerably darker look in his eyes as they turned a deep brown. Victor scooted closer to her so that her leg was no longer in his lap but resting on the chair and began kissing and nibbling his way up her collarbone and towards her neck. “You’re very tempting love.”
“Mmm, if I am it’s your fault.” She tipped her head back even farther in the chair, resting it on the back and grinning up at the ceiling. Her eyes drifted half-closed at Victor moved toward her throat. “You do need to be at full strength before going after this rogue, after all.”
“I’ve killed people before, Victor!” She was almost upset that he was so protective. Death wasn’t easy. Shouldn’t ever /be/ easy. “Can we just — we’ll see what happens after we find him, okay?” She turned in his arms, looking up and biting her lip.
“Yeah, alright love. And I’m not saying you haven’t, all I’m saying is tha’ unfortunately, it comes easy t’ me. But, we’ll just see how things go, like you said, Summer, like you said.” He kissed her gently on the lip where she was biting it. He held her tighter and rocked slightly.
She tucked her head under his chin, for the comfort of it, for a moment. Then her stomach growled, and she huffed a laugh and went back to dinner.
For a moment, Victor sighed; he treasured moments like these immensely. He laughed with her when her stomach growled and she went back to her food and sat back down in his seat, resuming his meal as well. He finished his food and leaned back in his chair, stretching. “I didn’t realize just how much I was craving Chinese.” He smirked, a laugh in his eyes.
“Oh, is that what that was? Your cravings all sound alike,” Summer teased. “You’re still craving something, I can hear it. The thrill of the hunt, maybe?” She slid one foot up his leg, plopping it in his lap and wiggling her toes. “Something else to bite?” She tipped her chin up, running a thumb down her collarbone and grinning.
“He’s hurting people. And can’t be made to stop. Right?” She couldn’t help leaning into him, into the warmth of him. “Victor … this is what I do. I don’t always like it, but this is what I do.” She pulled in a deep breath. “And if we do it my way, he can’t hurt you.”
“I just don’t want t’ see you go through this. I’ve done the killing, an’ I lose myself in it for a bit. Sure, I’ve been near death a few times, but not as many times now tha’ I’m a vampire. This rogue doesn’t have any idea we’re coming an’ I’m more than ready an’ willing t’ put him down. If you’re set on it an’ you want t’ then we can do it your way. I just’ definitely won’t be seeing his eyes in my dreams once he’s down, but I want t’ make sure you won’t either.”
“I’ve killed people before, Victor!” She was almost upset that he was so protective. Death wasn’t easy. Shouldn’t ever /be/ easy. “Can we just — we’ll see what happens after we find him, okay?” She turned in his arms, looking up and biting her lip.
“Yeah, alright love. And I’m not saying you haven’t, all I’m saying is tha’ unfortunately, it comes easy t’ me. But, we’ll just see how things go, like you said, Summer, like you said.” He kissed her gently on the lip where she was biting it. He held her tighter and rocked slightly.
She tucked her head under his chin, for the comfort of it, for a moment. Then her stomach growled, and she huffed a laugh and went back to dinner.
Victor’s eyes went soft and he watched as she got up. “Hey, love, look, I don’t want to make you be responsible for his death if you’re not comfortable with that. It-it’s not pretty, it’s actually rather violent and there’s a lot of screaming…” He trailed off and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“He’s hurting people. And can’t be made to stop. Right?” She couldn’t help leaning into him, into the warmth of him. “Victor … this is what I do. I don’t always like it, but this is what I do.” She pulled in a deep breath. “And if we do it my way, he can’t hurt you.”
“I just don’t want t’ see you go through this. I’ve done the killing, an’ I lose myself in it for a bit. Sure, I’ve been near death a few times, but not as many times now tha’ I’m a vampire. This rogue doesn’t have any idea we’re coming an’ I’m more than ready an’ willing t’ put him down. If you’re set on it an’ you want t’ then we can do it your way. I just’ definitely won’t be seeing his eyes in my dreams once he’s down, but I want t’ make sure you won’t either.
“I’ve killed people before, Victor!” She was almost upset that he was so protective. Death wasn’t easy. Shouldn’t ever /be/ easy. “Can we just — we’ll see what happens after we find him, okay?” She turned in his arms, looking up and biting her lip.
She looked down, tapping the chopsticks on the edge of the box. “Victor … do vampires burn? Is that a true part of the mythology?”
“Yeah, they do…they definitely got that part of the mythology right. Although, it doesn’t really affect me the same way. It’s normally used to finish off vampires to ensure they don’t survive, but I learned kind of the hard way that it doesn’t really…y’know, turn me into a pile of dust.”
Her voice was very quiet, almost empty. “All you have to do is get me within sight range of him. He’ll die.” Summer laid the chopsticks down, got up, and stepped away, rubbing her arms as if she was cold.
Victor’s eyes went soft and he watched as she got up. “Hey, love, look, I don’t want to make you be responsible for his death if you’re not comfortable with that. It-it’s not pretty, it’s actually rather violent and there’s a lot of screaming…” He trailed off and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“He’s hurting people. And can’t be made to stop. Right?” She couldn’t help leaning into him, into the warmth of him. “Victor … this is what I do. I don’t always like it, but this is what I do.” She pulled in a deep breath. “And if we do it my way, he can’t hurt you.”
She looked down, tapping the chopsticks on the edge of the box. “Victor … do vampires burn? Is that a true part of the mythology?”
“Yeah, they do…they definitely got that part of the mythology right. Although, it doesn’t really affect me the same way. It’s normally used to finish off vampires to ensure they don’t survive, but I learned kind of the hard way that it doesn’t really…y’know, turn me into a pile of dust.”
Her voice was very quiet, almost empty. “All you have to do is get me within sight range of him. He’ll die.” Summer laid the chopsticks down, got up, and stepped away, rubbing her arms as if she was cold.