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My Handsome Man
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My Handsome Man It was a slow painful death that gnawed at his bones and sucked the marrow of his soul as he sat there waiting for her. Setting down his beer Gage’s eyes scanned the forgettable faces of the bar but was unable find the he had been searching for. Pulling his phone he checked the time, yet again, and was hoping find a text, no avail. Tipping the bottle back his lips he took another swig as he balanced the bottle between his fingers before setting it back down. She's fifteen minutes late. There was just something about that vixen. Unsure of what it was, that soft southern twang, the dangerous curves, that unabashed sexuality that just radiated behind that charming she held. He couldn’t put his finger on it, it was some unseen force just compelling him towards her. This was their third date and was secretly hoping it followed the pattern of dating in today’s world. She was about as much a southern debutante covered in Chantilly lace as a double shot of whiskey was a vital instrument to aid in open heart surgery. “Going to buy me a drink ?” The soft touch of her hand on his shoulder had Gage turning to see her as she spoke. “Hey hun, you got it.” Flagging down the bartender for a Bloody Mary, there was an eerie relief he felt just having her there. Nervously drumming his finger on the bar top had Gage wondering why the bartender just couldn’t move faster. The longer he waited for the drink, meant less time he got to spend with her. Pausing his drumming, a thought made its way into his mind for just a fraction of a moment. Cocking his head slightly he let the thought sink in before something quickly pushed the thought back . No, he wasn’t obsessing. Was he? No of course not. He didn't want label it, he just wanted enjoy it all. A thousand tiny angelic devil footprints ran down his spine as her finger wove their magic through the waves of hair on the back of his head. His eyes wanted roll up into the back of his head as her fingernails gently ran over his scalp. The hypnotic twirls of her finger thru his hair was more intoxicating than an entire bottle of anything on the top shelf of the bar before him. He could feel her breast, as well as part of her weigh pressed up against him as she leaned in closer. It was cozy, it was sensual, it was heavenly in the most sinful way. Barely keeping his eyes open he felt far more drunk than the half bottle of beer he had been nursing the past half hour. Her fingers continued to tantalize and strum her drink arrived. Spinning slightly, he looked up at her as she remained pressed against him. “There you go hun.” Taking the drink, Charlotte smiled as her other hand seemed be enjoying playing with his hair far too much to stop. “That’s my handsome man.” Gage couldn't help but beam at the sight of her smile and the sound of those words. It was that belonging to her as part of something bigger that strangely gave him comfort. “Let me see that handsome I’ve been missing.” Their eyes met and the noise of the bar just seemed disappear as she pulled his soul into her. Squaring up to her, his hands found their way onto the cliffhanging curves of her hips. The way the bodies aligned it was as if create their own little corner of their world. Watching her watch him, he couldn't help but smile and feel a cocktail of excitement and calm as she closed the distance between their bodies. Both separate forms seemingly drawn together like magnets. For a moment, it was almost as if her vixen exterior melted to a tenderness, he hadn't seen in her in their previous dates. Softness overtook that devilish twinkle in her eyes. The way she looked at him was unike any other time before. With she could always just make him melt and want do anything he could get closer her. It was like that first dance with heroin, euphoric, indescribable and all encompassing all the while making you dependent and desperate chase that moment again. The hunter’s eyes were replaced with the wide-eyed wonder of a seeing something new and amazing for the first time. Holding his in his hands, she dove deeper into him, swimming in his eyes. For a millennia, there they stayed as the galaxy spun and tilted around them. It was like a silent thunderclap went off that snapped the soft, lost in the moment off her . The vixen quickly resurfaced as she tried shake off, well whatever the hell that was she thought. Restating the words, my handsome man, she let her hand slide from his down over his chest. “You know what would be sweet , why don’t you make me your favorite meal. We can go back your place and just be the of us” “Oh, ok. Sure.” Gage was so thankful he had gotten the urge cleanup last night. Quickly running thru what he thought he had in the fridge, he suddenly remembered he bought some chicken the other day along with that bottle of wine for just in case. Throwing some down on the counter cover drinks and a decent tip he stood to walk her to the car. Taking her hand in his, they darted around the human traffic and navigated the crowded bar like a formula car in the grand prix, the cool evening air kissed their cheeks in the parking lot. Gage had gotten used the looks and head turns she caused. In fact, he kind of liked the envious looks the other guys shot as they drank in every decadent sinful of her body. Her jet-black hair pulled back tight into a ponytail hung halfway down her back. The black cotton shirt was a simple cut and design. Yet there was nothing simple about the way the fabric stretched and clung to her curves as if it was simply a second skin. Her jeans were simple store-bought jeans but seemed to be custom fit to her hips and thighs as the jeans disappeared into her knee-high black boots. She was the type of sexy that was some sort of ‘it' factor that some people just seemed to have. There was a twisted and temptress way about the crook of her smile. And a sugary sweet tone to her voice that promised sweetness with the spice of her attitude. She had that type of bad edge that was impossible resist, where a hint of innocence was bathed in sin. “You can kiss me now handsome.” Gage smiled as he grabbed her hips and pulled her close. The wicked smirk on her amplified his desire for her. It was the kind of smirk where it was like she knew something no else did. It was playful, teasing and he just wanted kiss it off her beautiful . Charlotte continued wear the smirk as Gage’s thumb slid across her cheek and his fingers slid behind her head. Charlotte so enjoyed the patient hunger in the way he kissed. Slow at first, a restrained softness that prepared her lips for the storm could sense building inside. Pulling her a little closer still she could taste his desire bleeding from his soul and onto her lips. Every passing moment the kiss deepened, as fire and passion crackled around them. Mouths parted, tongues darted, sense of time and space evaporated as bodies feel the hunger grow. Charlotte loved how this kissed. The innocence, respect and eventual utter breakdown of civility as passion runs uninhibited it consumes the host. Slowly pulling away, she enjoyed the moment where she watched his eyes slowly open and refocus. The way his eyes spoke, as a precursor his wide smile told her that he truly saw her as beautiful, not just sexy. He saw her as more than just a pretty shell. Charlotte had to stifle a chuckle at how much a heartbreaker this could have been if the girls ever took the time to . “Will you be a darlin and give a a ride?” A smile beaming with a simple joy gave her, her answer before he spoke. Giving an overly dramatic bow he motioned his black pickup truck. “You’re chariot awaits m’lady.” Opening the door and holding her hand as she climbed up into the cab, Charlotte was somehow comforted by the fact that after the eons of western society, chivalry may be on life support but wasn’t yet dead. The twenty--minute drive his house was filled with talk of work, his mom’s health, her latest business acquisition, and upcoming movies. Pulling into his driveway he, was quick to hop and go around the front of the truck makes sure he was there help her down before she tried get down by herself. “It’s not much” motioning towards his house as he walked sideways looking at her and the house and back to her, “but its mine.” “It very cute my handsome man.” Somehow hearing her say that put him at ease. For the first time, he lacked some of his trademark confidence when it came to her. She was so hard to read, part of him even was screaming to be careful with her but most of him was so enthralled with her he knew he was already falling hard and couldn’t stop. She had a dark side he wanted to walk with and yet pull towards the light. Part of him yearned to be the counterbalance to her. Her very touch was electric and set his heart racing as if tapping into the fight or flight response in every touch, every linger. Does he dare to jump off the cliff and fall for her or does her slowly pull back and protect his long-term safety. All these questions would go unanswered for the time being. Sliding the key into the door a slow turn of the key and the nob, he held the door for her and gestured her inside. A flick of the light illuminated the open concept layout. Being on his best behavior he took her jacket and offered her a seat in the living room. Offering her a drink she decided on the wine. The small talk continued as he let the wine breath and pulled out the ingredients or his lemon chicken dish. Charlotte made her way into the kitchen and ran her hand along the width of his back. Leaning in close her breasts pressed against his back as she peered around him to watch what he was doing. Gage tried to hide, the sudden rush of air that escaped his lungs as her fingertips seem to crackle like electricity. “You don’t mind if I help myself to some wine do you handsome.” “Um. Oh. N-no.” cursing himself for stuttering like a prepubescent at his first dance, he fought back recover. “Sorry, yes please I can get you a glass” “Already got it ” as she pulled down wine glasses from the cabinet like she had been there several times before. Gage couldn't hide his surprise that she just instinctively knew exactly where the wine glasses were stored. “Oh. Ok. Thank you, sorry let me pour that for you.” “Its ok I got it.” With that she set a glass down beside him as her fingers dug their way down his spine, nearly forcing is eyes roll back into his head. “What are you making me ” “It just a” the feeling of her fingers twirling in is hair made it near impossible for him concentrate and he could feel his body start crave something more than food. “It’s. It’s” His body began implode in on itself and crumble as she leaned in looking over his shoulder keeping her entire body pressed against the back of him. “Um, it, its just a simple lemon, a lemon chicken dish I learned long ago. Just need put it together and throw it in the oven for about 40 minutes.” The sensation of her hand running across his chest in a near embrace, made him swallow hard as he tried to maintain his composure and not just turn around and pick her up and take her right there against the fridge. His hand found hers and pinned it to his chest knowing she could feel the thundering beat of his heart. “Charlotte, I don’t know about your southern gentleman down there, but if you keep doing that, I won’t be so gentlemanly and we may not even make it to supper.” “Well , sometimes we all hunger for something more.” A low hiss escaped his lips as she reached up and her nails raked his scalp and left red streaks down the back of his neck. Her touch was the catalyst that jump-started every cell in his body into life. He spun around and grabbed both of her wrists while a forest fire raged within his eyes. She partially struggled against his grip as an unholy smile grew on her . His chest heaved like a storm surge against the shore. His breath huffed as his was all but touching hers. He was in charge now. This was his house and this will be the spot it all happens. The struggle for societal decency and primal urge to claim, hung and danced on the razor’s edge. This was the moment to take what gives. He put her wrists behind her back so there was nothing between him and what was now the thought and emotion he knew. There they stood like feral cats trying assert their dominance and waiting for the other move. The scent of testosterone and musk flooded her senses as his nostrils flared daring her to try something, anything. Wiggling her shoulders, she could see how his desire was on that fine of lust and savage conquest. The tightening around her wrist was ever so slightly painful as his restraint hung by a single fraying thread. She could hear the thundering drumbeat of his want and heart as it resonated within him. breath flashed her against her skin as she felt that need fulfill every wanton desire. Pheromones filled her nose and saturated her lips and tongue as his invasion of her started. She continued to halfheartedly resist and his civility broke down as he pushed her up against the stainless-steel fridge. He kissed her like a conqueror sacking the city that dared to defy him. No hesitation, no subtle tenderness, just lips mashed against hers taking what was his. His body barricading her against the cool surface of the fridge. Each of them drunk on the others desire and consumed in the moment. He pulled his lips away as they both struggled to capture their breath. The force of his collapsing and expanding chest pumped against hers as her body had no recourse but to mold to his. The pounding thundering beat of his heart rate pulled at her most basic of needs. She could feel the need grow. Her body vibrating at the frequency of need and infinite want. she could feel his need against her. Her body, wet, hungry, needy. She could feel him throb like the vein of a junkie ready to shoot up. Charlotte heard everything, the air rush in and of his lungs as well as how every chamber of his heart worked frantically in unison push blood faster a body clambering for the ability strike. The taste of his kisses upon her lips made her hunger for more. The way his artery pulsed against the skin of his neck opened up her mind let go. It was building, the hunger was becoming that all consuming presence. Using both hands against his chest, she firmly shoved him back half a stumbling step. She pulled her shirt up over her head and it not caring where it landed. His sharp gasp told her how much he enjoyed the sight of her hardened nipples faintly visible in the sheer black bra. Her movements never ceased as he was momentarily over taken by the sight of her for the first time again. Her hands worked in unison unbuckling his belt letting it hang free like curtains parted to let in the sun. Wasting no time, the button and fly of his pants were quickly dispatched which allowed her to tug at his shirt and wrestle it free from being tucked into his pants. The hunger was almost painful and deafening as his heart pounded and her need, needed to be fed. She pulled his shirt up and let him pull it off over his head and toss it on the floor. Her fingertip ran across the lower lip, that had just moments before tried to claim her as his. Slowly looking up she found a pair of hazel eyes waiting to see her. Her brown eyes looked him over before locking onto his. The corner of her lips curled up as an all-knowing smirk presented itself to him. He was hers; he just didn’t know it yet. Again, her index finger ran along his bottom lip as her middle finger fell in and followed as she bit her own bottom lip. She could feel the electricity coursing thru his veins as her fingertips enjoyed the silken softens of those delicious lips. Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers down his cheek and tracing his jawline. She wanted to see his through the sight of her touch. The faint smell of lemongrass, alcohol and aloe filled her senses giving her some level of appreciation of how freshly shaven his was despite him working all day. Her touch seemed to temporarily tame the beast within. Letting her finger follow down his neck and chest she took both hands and ran them up and down his chest. Feeling the softness of his skin cushioning his rigid frame gave her an appreciation to the delicacy and delight in these moments before. Every contour, every bump sculpted for a purpose. Her eyes remained focused on his as her hand slid effortlessly down his unbuttoned pants. The quick stuttering thump thump thumpthumpthump thump radiating from his chest and pulsing through his veins, shot fire and ice down her spine. The hunger and lust soaked her panties as her fingers coiled around him and gently tugged. Watching his eyes flutter every so quickly, before he could regain what remaining composure he had, told her all she needed to know. She could feel the hunger claw at her as her mouth parted wanting to consume. She pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing him from his prison. Holding his gaze, she slowly lowered herself till she was kneeling before him. The fire from his eyes and heat from his -blooded skin made her want with her food as she prepared feast. Her fingertips felt the hidden power coiled in his thighs. She could she how badly he wanted this in the way his sole focus was her. A rumbling groan reverberated in his throat as she ran her hands up his thighs. Her breath seethed thru a clenched jaw as she tried keep her composure as she watched his wanton lust make him twitch and throb before her. “Are you ready for what’s about to happen next my handsome man?” “I don’t think you know what kind of beast you are about to unleash. I don’t think you are ready for what’s going to happen next. Its impossible to behave around you, you have me so worked up please tell me if I get too rough.” The sound of air hissing from his lungs as she was running her tongue up his inner thigh, told her he was ready for what he wanted but not for what she was going to take. Gripping and lifting his shaft, she twirled her tongue over and around his balls. “Oh God.” He muttered as his and reached down and found the back of her head. Sucking ball into her famished mouth her hands gripped his ass. She wasn’t going to let him go anywhere she didn’t want him to be. His finger gripped the back of her skull as he instinctively pushed her closer. Dragging her tongue up along the underside of his shaft she could taste his humanity in the salt of his skin. The catch of his breath, the way his fingernails raked her scalp let her know he was already drunk on endorphins. Twirling her tongue around the tip she felt his hand clench, bunching and pulling her hair in his hand. Her lips wasted no time engulfing him and sliding down the length of him. Her fingers dug into his ass as he grunted at the intense sensation her mouth was giving. She worked every inch of him into her. Every sound rang in her ears. The sharp whoosh of air as he gasped and air filled his lungs. The metronomic cadence of his heartbeat. The hum of his thighs vibrating as the muscles strained. The way he throbbed in her mouth, pulsating on her tongue brought out the hunger that ate at her every evening. She was so hungry for him wanting him rolling down her tongue, swallowing ever bit of him. It wasn’t quite time. She needed him completely spellbound. Looking up at him, he met her gaze as he watched how he filled her mouth and how effortlessly her lips moved over him. His head fell back as he felt himself against the back of her throat time and time again. She could feel the way he twitched inside her mouth as her lips pushed and pulled the skin along him. His heartrate was beating faster, ringing louder in her ears. Her hands ran up his body feeling the contours his belly and chest. She let her hands memorize him as she continued to torment him and pull guttural moans from deep within him. The heat coming off his skin warmed her hands as she could almost feel his head begin to swim. Her fingers spread out over his chest and her fingernails gently danced all over him. Suddenly her fingernails clawed into his chest and raked his chest. Ouch, came out as a half chuckle as he ran his fingers over the stinging rows of scratches. “You actual drew blood, wow. Guess you do get into it.” Looking up with a devilish grin. “Oh, sorry my handsome man. I guess I am that’s too rough.” Smiling through the burning sting he secretly admired the depth of her passion and wanted to reassure her that accidents happen. “Its ok, just means we were both enjoying it right.” “Well the night is young knows what will happen.” She stood up and smiled. Reaching behind him she grabbed of the hand towels before she gave his lips a soft kiss. The kisses trailed down his chest. Gingerly her lips kissed their way down the scratches she had just made. Each kiss catching droplets of blood on her lips before licking her lips and tasting his soul. There were so many reasons she liked this . If she had any empathetic feelings, she could have even loved him. Maybe that why she maintained this rouse. He was just an average human, inconsequential, like every other familiar she had over the past plus centuries. Yet, somehow there was something different about this , special maybe. She wasn't sure all she knew was that the past times she had been with him each time was different and each time was amazing she had seen the tender lover she had seen the submissive man she had seen the wild beast. Charlette wanted know every side of him, and she surmised there were still many more sides for her explore. he never needed be told what to do he just seemed instinctively know even though it was completely different than the time before and sometimes it was even something that she hadn't even planned but enjoyed thoroughly she suddenly found herself thinking she wanted to take him home not just for the night to have them and not as a pet but something else. Numerous times she wanted her familiars in her dungeon, to have all her toys in place. She wanted him in his bed but for some strange reason she just wanted him around. Tasting the iron of his blood, she knelt down and licked her way up his thigh as the scent of their combined pheromones filled the air. She could hear him trying maintain control through his breathing, but the sound of his heartbeat told her just how ready he was. Listening to that pounding drumbeat was a form of water torture she could barely take as the hunger ripped through her. Licking up his other thigh she found the exact spot she needed. The howl he let pierced the night as her fangs pierced his flesh without provocation. She needed taste him body, soul and blood. She sucked and feed as he began flail like a fish of water. Unsure where go, he was just trying survive but was moving with no clear purpose or chance of finding salvation. Feeling the life drain from him, she didn’t want stop the hunger was so strong and she loved the taste of him. The more she had, the more she wanted. The sound of his lungs lacking the strength to breath, filled the air. Soft sporadic gasps in time with his waning heartbeat signaled the end was close. His body flat backed on the counter was like a ball of dough hanging off the pan. His body was more corpse than the person it was just minutes ago. A husk left pale and still. Releasing her mouth from his inner thigh she took the wash towel in her hand and covered the punctures her fangs had caused. Her tongue dragged a few droplets of blood from the corner of her lips into her mouth as she stood up to at him. Damn I love the taste of this she thought herself. Looking down at him she saw the light in his eyes start flicker. A solitary tear rolled the side of his eye as mortality made itself known. Reaching down she caressed his . “Oh my handsome man, tonight’s not your night, and not by my hand. I have so many plans for you baby .” His eyes closed and barely had the ability reopen. Hearing the syncopated beat of his heart she knew there was little time wait. This was a fighter; it was just a battle he all but lost. Exposing her fangs again she bit into her wrist and smeared her bloody wrist back and forth over his mouth. His body slowly started to crawl back to life like a diesel motor on a freezing day. His body sputtered as it tried fire back into life. Color hesitantly seeped back into him and the bite marks she left slowly closed and began to heal. His breathing slowly built its own confidence to be able to do what was needed. The supercharged venom started to course through him healing him and building up his abilities till they would soon surpass his natural abilities. She could hear his heart cycle faster and faster till it was a normal heart returned. Her eyes clear and focused as she waited for that moment when her influence surged through him and snapped him into action. As if on queue she watched him jumpstart to life. She could almost hear the sound of every cell in his body oscillating as it tries to handle this rapid influx of energy and lust. Picking her up he put her on the counter in swift continuous action. She could see the frenzy the cocktail of near death and the effects of her blood had on him. Yet this , he always surprised her. Most got so and wild when her spiked blood coursed thru their veins that were more dogs in heat than anything else. It was usually deliciously violent and rough pushing her the brink of wanton pleasure. That unemotional fuck let her super heightened senses become overloaded with all that power and lust. But he, her handsome man, was like some sexual chameleon. He had been a different kind of lover each of the times they had had sex in this very house. A smirk crossed her , ok times in the house and once on the<b> hood </font></b>of the car. That memory was quickly pierced as she felt him fit inside her like , he did. She could hear the marching band racketing inside his chest as his shoulders billowed up and down starving for air. Clenching her muscles around him she got the primal grunt she wanted hear. She let a soft rolling growl from the back of her throat as he pulled her down onto him, every inch of him disappeared inside her. She needed more and felt the hunger wanting crawl from inside the coffin of her soul. Leaning in closer her long ponytail somehow suddenly found itself coiled around his wrist and in his closed fist. It wasn’t but shallow breaths later that her neck was exposed as he pulled her head back. His lips found the soft vulnerable part of her neck. Kisses and licks peppered her skin before she felt his teeth drag along her neck. His grip on her ponytail prevented her from leaning forward drink from his Brandywine lips. She could hear the strain of his flexed biceps locked into position as he held her head pulled back. Her scalp and hair in a delicate tug of war as the tension fought to keep her in place as she tried to move. She found there was no escape. Her neck muscles strained as they fought against his iron glad grip of her ponytail holding her head up towards the heavens. Her voice shuddered and reverberated against the still of the house as his lips tugged at her nipple. She wanted to grab the back of his head and push his flush against her breast. Yet she needed her hands firmly planted at her sides on the counter in order not fall backward. His tongue danced around her nipple delighting in the firmness of it against him. His lips were unrelenting as he tugged and tugged against her harder and harder. Each tug, each hard suck pulled a moan from her as he simply held himself inside her for the time being. His skin was so her touch it felt as dangerous as sunlight set to burn and consume her in a single moment. The soft strands of her hair couldn’t escape his grasp. His gaze was locked onto hers and pushed its way inside her. His frame surpassed hers as her head faced towards the ceiling and her body strained resisting the control he was trying to assert. Holding her in that position, remaining nearly still was a delicious torture aimed at testing her impatience. She could feel the super charged hum of his body, the surging adrenaline, the rattling of his entire circulatory system pulsing and pumping as if he was sprinting to escape death itself. She squeezed him over and over, but no matter how many times he grunted or groaned there he stayed, throbbing inside her as her neck muscles felt like rubber bands on the verge of snapping. The tension and want within her body was at a breaking point. She needed him to do whatever he was going to do. But he had to do it now. She wanted it now. She needed it now dammit. She could feel every twitch of every muscle fiber in his thighs as they worked overtime to keep her pinned up against the counter. The hunger of desire was pressed against her but wasn’t inside her where he belongs. His nostrils flared like an agitated bull ready to charge. Keep her head pulled back, he kept his eyes locked on hers. She needed to know she was no longer the predator but the prey. He painstakingly rubbed the head up and down the length of her lips before pressing the tip against and ever so slightly into her. The force of her head being pulled back along with supporting a majority of their combined weight forced her to hold onto the edge of the counter to prevent from falling back onto counter. She didn’t want to wait, she wanted this now. She felt the tip part her followed by the slow descent of him into her. There was a chorus of accompanying moans as she took all of him deep into her. There he stayed motionless. Her mouth agape wanting to moan, yet was denied as all she could do was squeeze him as he twitched inside her. In this moment he was giving her what she wanted and yet denying her what she wanted. A subtle rock of his hips dragged himself nearly out of her before he pushed back in deep. The urge was so complete and all consuming, Charlotte simply wanted to sink her fingers into his tender flesh and smell the iron of his blood. Wrapping her legs around him pulling him deep and using him for the beautiful fucktoy he was, was the antidote for the condition she was in. She needed their sex be the never-ending serpent, where the energy and lust continuously fed off itself. A savage need for unbridled sex shrieked from every undead cell in her primeval body. She needed let the demons of her pent-up desires escape and run free. She didn’t need him trying tease her in some sort of death wish inducing form of edging. She needed action, she needed primal untamed satisfaction. Adrenaline jolted through her as Chase pulled took a step back and scooped her offer feet in quicksilver moment. She craved the beast he hid inside and loved be the it as her lustful pet. Rolling her lips into her mouth as he turned and eased her down onto the hardwood floor, she could taste the spicy wantonness of his untethered lust and craved more. She should have use her strength to struggle, to make him earn the illusion he was some how claiming her, when in reality she had claimed him as her own several weeks before. She refrained and waited to see what journey he took her on tonight. The melodic squeezing of his heart was like a sensual R&B song playing in the background, while his labored breathing was like a low bass that concussed against her skin. Her eyes clawed at his bare smooth chest. She delighted in watching his entire torso billow as his inner beast tested and rattled the ironclad chains meant to keep it secure. It was like listening to the bolts and plate keeping the chains anchored to the wall shift and slowly chipped away at the mortar designed to secure it. Her eyes continued their descent down his body. Down past the belly button. There before her, he knelt as she laid fake on her back. She loved the of his want. He didn’t want the romance novel; he didn’t want just fuck her like some Friday night drunken bimbo. He wanted ravage her, claim her, consume her in the most primal and carnal ways imaginable. He smelled so delicious when he was radiating and bombarding her senses with wave after wave of pheromones. He pushed her legs open exposing all of her, him. She felt his seething lust for her electrify her skin. The wolf and the lioness standing off in a snarling, bristling battle of need and survival. Looking down she saw his shaft shimmering with the sheen of her desires that he had pulled from within her. Her eyes enjoyed watching his cock twitch in time the thumping whoosh of blood being pumped rapidly through every ventricle of his heart. She fought the types of hunger she was feeling boil inside her. Time was moving too fast and all to very slow. She needed to feed and lose her handsome man for good or have him inside her as her pet she was tired of him. In smooth motion his hands that were shackling her ankles pushed her legs up rolling her hips upward, leaning over her putting her feet up over her shoulders and plunged completely inside her. Iron clad vices gripped her hips and pulled her up off the floor just a little he can lean forward more and down over her. Fire rained down from his eyes as he plowed into her trying to plunge deeper and deeper into her. The unmistakable aroma of her venom mixing with his blood made the delirium of the moment all the more delicious. The near sliding sensation on the hardwood floor gave her body the sensation of flying. Gripping on of the cabinet handles with hand as her other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, she held on tight so that she could nearly let go completely. The heightened senses and the intense sensations provided a curious kind of for her. The beauty in the violent collision and deep intrusion provided the base of this heady elixir she was getting drunk on. Time slowed the single flap of a hummingbird. She watched as the faint dew of perspiration slowly started gather along his forehead. Her whole body continued jolt and quake at every seismic thrust. into those eyes and she watched his pupils dilate and contract as his focus continued to shift. Every fleck of color in those eyes competing to be seen. She memorized every detail as if she was staring endlessly into a painting that just drew you into it’s own world, separate from this . She felt his very heartbeat inside her every time he throbbed against her clenching walls. The whoosh but the whoosh of air as his lung rapidly expand and contract in between the grunts and groans competed a symphony that her kind had ever been able hear. the dilation of his eyes, the Watches the beads of sweat discreetly form along his forehead as he continued pound into her like a battering ram trying to break down the castle ramparts. The grunts and moans quickly built in both volume and intensity. Over and over again she felt the entire length of him claim her in the most savage way. The concussive force of his body slamming into hers sent shock waves through her in a nonstop torrent of passion and lust. The thumping and smacking sounds of his waist, thighs and balls snacking against her, furthered the crescendo that was building. She let demonic moans when he that spot just right. It was like a lance colliding with a shield in some sort of tantric joust. Delight and satisfaction flashed across her and ignited her skin in hearing the guttural moan she pulled from him when she squeezed him. Her body craved more, she craved him, her pent-up pleasure craved release. Her breasts bounced and jiggled wildly unable keep pace with his penetrating thrusts. Twisted delighted shown in her smirk bathed in the somewhat painful grunt he let as she clung on tight him and her nails started dig into him. It was hard to keep her eyes open as the violent melodic thundering was as soothing as it was pleasurable. Her body clenched as she let moan that nearly shook the house when his finger wiggled between them and stroked her clit. Earthquakes ravaged her legs as tremors ran through her causing him grunt with every convulsing contraction around his cock. Feeling her grip tug at him as she bucked against her body’s rush, he couldn’t hold on. Reaching , she was able blindly grab onto the knob of a cabinet. She was on the precipice as the avalanche bore down onto her and that knob was the tether. White knuckles gnarled around that little piece of metal as her body tumbled and twisted as the nature of the moment tossed about. Her hand clenched tight as her body let go. It was a miracle she didn’t rip the door off the cabinet as the force of his lust tried to her through the floor and her body spasmed and contracted beneath him. Her body triggered his. She felt the storm surge within him and erupt. Her body coaxed and squeezed every bit of him as she rode every surge into her. Savored every spasm, trembled with every twitch. She gripped him as tightly as her fist clenched onto that knob. Tight as the storm surged every ounce of energy drained from them both. His body was on fire like a blast furnace. Holding him within her she layed back onto the floor pulled him down close for as many moments as she could before the heat of the moment made that titanium soften and slide of her. The temporary immortality that coursed thru him bubbled up some energy as the mortality of his being was completely spent. As their combined form untwined, he was no longer above her but beside her. Laying down beside her, her pulled her close, and without saying a word pulled her close. That simple silent act, spoke volumes as the fervor vanished. She laid in his arms as he sat on the floor with his back the cabinets. The melodic sound of his heart was almost relaxing while the scent of sex, death and lust filled her with an appetite do it all over again. Unsure why she was running her fingers over his bare chest, she kept on doing it tasting his skin thru her touch. Every time was different, except for key element. This, this moment. He always held her and comforted her afterwards. Didn’t matter how rough or tender it had been. She remembered that first time, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed into her over and over again. Every movement was all geared towards building in intensity as he pushed hard and deeper into her all the while his eyes invaded her in ways his body never could. Then there was the that was so animalistic she thought the neighbors may the cops. Every single time, as soon as they finished, his instinct had been care for her. If she had any real emotions this is probably where she would have felt guilty for keeping such a lover herself. Smiling her inner dialogue seconded her logic. Good thing I don’t give a fuck about the worthless cattle that should have been more appreciative of my handsome man. Charlotte’s gaze lifted see the handsome smiling down at her. She never realized she was smiling but did take the time study every of his . Her mind and vision made sure never forget how he looked in this moment. His smile felt like the memory of what she remembered sunlight feeling like. His fingers brushed her hair aside so he could get a better view of her. Most all her other lovers, even before that fateful winter night when the stranger came calling, always followed of scenarios. Most passed when they finished and the others were so jacked up on the poison that was burning itself in their veins were still so animalistic, they pawed at her wanting more not knowing they were moments away from crashing. Draping her leg over him she turned into him and just felt the heat radiate from him. Gage curled her into him and held her in both arms, away from the world. Closing her eyes she could hear the peaceful melody of his heart beat as she felt his chest rise and fall in time. His hand came to rest atop her hand as she placed her hand over his rhythmic heart. For a split moment she wanted to just close her eyes and fall asleep and start the next night right here, just like this. The slight twinge in the muscles in her cheeks alerted her that she had been smiling this whole time. She sprung up as fast as her abilities would allow, and was cleaned up and dressed by the time Gage is able to get to his feet. “Come here sugah.” There was always the lull the heightened state caused with people. The realization of all that had just happened had not set in. The surge of adrenaline, pheromones, endorphins mixed with the cocktail of venoms and poisons in an odd way delayed the memory of near death. The sex made the victim sated and elated as much as the new found strength and power made death irrelevant. Eventually the memories would return, fight or flight would kick in but in this time before all that, there was an eerie kind of peace. Charlotte put her hands on both sides of his and looked into his eyes. “Ok handsome man. I want you to clean this all up and know we had an amazing time. We had a wonderful dinner. We had sex in your bed. It was our first time. It was magical and special and even better than you ever imagined. It was and heavy and if your thigh hurts at all tomorrow morning it is just a slightly pulled muscle. Got it.” It was amusing this half comatose, half drunk mortals got when they were being glamoured. The caress of her hand his cheek drew a smile on his . Mortals were just food and clay be shaped into what ever is wanted or needed. “Yes. It was such a great evening. Thank you beautiful.” “Goodnight my handsome man. Give me a kiss before I go.” His hands wasted no time securing her waist within their grasp and pulling her close. Pressing his lips towards her and wrapping his arms around her relived all false memories she paced into his head. Visions of love making swirled in his mind’s eye as his tongue twisted and danced with hers. Twisted bodies, twisted memories. Visons of her legs dragging him in as his arms coiled round her. Sheets pretzeled around the pile of passion intertwined. His lips reluctantly left hers as they both let the last of their breath. Her smile said what her words would say just a moment later. “Good night my handsome man. me tomorrow” “You bet hun, drive safe. I” Gage paused struggling with a thought or an emotion. “I…I think I’m falling in love with you Charlotte. God, I know that’s sudden. I don’t mean to scare you. It’s.” Letting a big sigh, he drew in an equally large breath in. “I care bout you and I just want be honest. We seem have some sort of …” the nerves seemed momentarily get the best of him as he struggled find the word. “connection, yes connection. Right? It’s not just me. knows what will become of it but its something and I just want be honest with you about I .” Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, my handsome man, you …you just don’t realize what you are saying. Your mind is all just spun up from tonight. Good night baby .” She chuckled herself at how pathetic humans could be at times. She tried make a mental note that next time she needed make sure she wasn’t so detailed when glamouring him. Poor stupid human. Humans forever inferior in so many ways and saddled with all those worthless emotions. This was special for some unknown reason but was still just mortal. Poor sap had no idea what he was saying. Turning gather up her things she felt his hand gently grab a hold of her wrist. “No. You took my breath away the moment I saw you and the more I know you, the more I want to know, the more I care. This isn’t just about tonight.” His tone was so even so soft that she almost had to shake her head as if to rehear what he was saying, not just his words but what everything about him was saying beyond words. She looked at him and pulled her head back slightly as she struggled to comprehend. These words he spoke, were from within, a place a glammouring couldn’t touch. Gage just pulled her closer her body was against his. Yet, it was the softness in his eyes that nearly broke her. In the near 400 years she had roamed the lands, she had never seen that before. She had seen and manipulated human emotions, like a maestro played a Stradivarius but this was a first. She was truly vexed by how much strength there was in that sincere vulnerability. She couldn’t take her eyes off his. He made her feel so small yet like she was the entire world all at once. She leaned forward and just buried her into his shoulder as her hands gripped his shirt tight. Shocked it took Gage half a second before he wrapped his arms around her. She held on tight as his arms blanketed her. Time seemed to lose meaning and they had no idea how long they held each other whether it was a few seconds or a few hours. They let go of each other not sure what was supposed to happen next. Charlotte wasted no time recomposing herself. She refused to at him even though she could feel his eyes were crawling and caressing her. Listening the new pattern of his heartbeat was something she could focus on as she tried make her exit. The words good night my handsome man drifted over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. With that Charlotte was thru the door. Stepping into the cool night air was both refreshing and liberating as it was a moment for a pause. Leaning back against the door she stood stunned. What the hell was all that? No matter how quickly her mind ran through everything, it couldn’t figure what was happening. Whispering as if the whole world was watching, the words “Good night my handsome man” once more drifted off quietly into the good night. |
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This sub genre is totally outside my wheel house and is a first draft so I apologize for any typos, spelling or grammatical errors. Any and all feedback is appreciated. Thank you .
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