throat, or his tongue from darting over his lips.
“And … and you from me,” he answered.
Just saying the words had the blood lust coursing through him, singing
in his veins, gaining intensity until it throbbed both in his temples
and in his loins.
She stood on tiptoes, encircled his neck with her arms and offered up
her parted lips.
He obliged her, and his desire for her became all consuming, just as
his love for her had long since become.
Her nimble fingers worked loose his shirt buttons and her hands spread
themselves wide upon his chest, then slipped around it, so her lips
could pay him homage.
“All my life,” she whispered, her lips moving against his skin, her
breath hot and moist upon it.
“All my life has been spent for this moment… for you. Don’t deny me,
Eric.
I’m already more of you than I am of this world.
” “Tamara,” he moaned.
She tilted her head up and he captured her lips again, feeding from the
sweetness of her mouth.
He gathered her skirts in his fists and lifted them, his hands then
running eagerly over her naked thighs and buttocks.
“My God, how I want you. You are a fire in my heart, and each time the
flame burns hotter, not cooler. I fear it will never cool. You are an
unquenchable thirst in my soul.”
Her hand slid between them to the fastenings of his trousers.
In seconds she’d freed him, and she caressed his shaft with worshiping
hands.
“I’d like to have eternity to quench that Unquenchable thirst, Eric.
Say you’ll give it to me.”
The heat she stirred in him raged to an inferno.
His hands slipped down the backs of her legs to the hollows behind her
knees and he lifted her off her feet.
She linked her ankles at his back, clung to his shoulders and closed
her eyes as he sheathed himself inside her.
So deeply he plunged that a small cry was forced from her wet lips, and
even then he knew it would not be enough.
Not this time.
She rode him, not flinching from his most powerful thrusts, and he held
her to him, his hands tight on her soft derriere.
She threw her head backward, arching the pale, satin skin of her throat
toward him, a hairsbreadth from his lips.
He kissed her there, unable to do otherwise.
Her jugular thudded just beneath the skin.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him nearer.
His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of her skin, and as he drew
that skin between his teeth she moaned very softly.
When he closed his teeth on her skin she shuddered, and her hands
pressed harder.
“Make me your own, Eric. Make me yours forever, please.”
He groaned his surrender, opening his mouth wider, taking more of her
throat into his hungry mouth.
The anticipation brought a new flood of desire and he tried to plunge
more deeply, though he was already inside her as far as he could go.
He withdrew and sank himself into her, again and again.
His fever seemed mirrored in her, because her responses were just as
ardent.
Her legs tightening around him, she pressed down to meet his every
upward thrust, arching toward him to take him further.
She arched in unspeakable ecstasy.
His thrusts inside her matched the pulse of her heart pumping the very
essence of herself into his body.
The feel of him suckling at her throat sent tingles racing through
her.
She felt herself begin to fade, to weaken.
She was vanishing like mist under a searing sun, until she no longer
existed apart from this feeling.
this ecstasy.
Only vaguely did she notice when he raised a hand to his own throat,
and then, while his mouth was still clamped to her, he pushed her face
to his neck.
Vibrations seemed to reach the core of her soul.
A hunger such as she’d never known enveloped her and she closed her
mouth over his neck and she drank.
They were locked together; he moved deep within her, while his teeth
and lips demanded all she could give.
His hands held her hips to his groin and her head to his throat.
His movements became more powerful, and she knew hers did, as well.
The approaching climax was like a steaming locomotive, about to hit
them both.
She moaned, then screamed against his throat again and again as she
felt herself turn into the brew in a bubbling cauldron, and slowly boil
over.
Eric shook violently, groaning and sinking to his knees, still holding
her to him.
They remained as they were as the waves of sensation slowly receded,
leaving them warm and complete.
She knew they’d exchanged ounce for ounce, drop for drop.
They were sated.
and they were one.
Carefully Eric unfolded his legs and lay back, keeping her on top of
him, cradling her like something precious.
She relaxed there, only moving enough so her feet were not behind him
when he lay down.
The strangest sensations were zipping through her.
Her skin tingled as if tiny electrical charges were jolting from nerve
ending to nerve ending.
Her head reeled with sensory perceptions.
Everything seemed suddenly more acute.
The firelight, brighter and more beautiful than ever before.
She’d never realized how many different colors there actually were in a
flame, or how she could smell the essence of the wood as it burned.
“Eric, I feel so strange… like I’m more alive than I’ve ever been and
yet… so sleepy.”
Her eyes widened.
Even her own voice sounded different.
He laughed softly, stroking her hair.
She swore she could feel every line of his palm as it moved over her
tresses.
“Thank you for convincing me, my love. I couldn’t have gone on without
you, you know.”
“Is it done?”
She struggled to stay awake.
“It is nearly done. You must sleep. I’ve waited two centuries to find
you, Tamara. Only you, I know that now. I can wait now, through one
more night, one more day.
When you wake again, it will be done.
” She burrowed her head into his chest.
“Tell me….”
“You’ll be stronger than ten humans.”
His hands stroked her hair, her back, and his hypnotic voice carried
her like a magic carpet.
“You’ll get stronger as you grow older, but that will be the only sign
of aging you’ll see.
Your senses will be altered, heightened, more so than they already
are.
And there are psychic abilities, too.
I will teach you to control them, to use them.
I’ll teach you so many things, my Tamara.
You will live forever.
“With you,” she muttered, barely able to move her lips now.
“With me. Always with me, love.”
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