by Kat Turner
“Your cunt tastes like heaven.” Flimsy foil came apart in his hands, shards of silver that rained specks onto her blue comforter.
The coarse word in his polished voice, the bluntness behind it all, threw lighter fluid on her raging fire. Rules and boundaries between them dissolved. No more decorum. No more holding back. No more secrets. But she wouldn’t tell him right this minute and ruin their moment.
“What do you think the rest of me tastes like?” She drew out her whisper, egging him on.
It was obvious to her that the feminine cavern between her legs was only the beginning of the personal parts of her he hungered for, longed to taste and claim. She could see it in his eyes, all over his face. Pressing into his boxer-briefs.
Instead of commenting, he trailed the confectionary ball down her throat. She arched into it, eager as she surrendered to masochism. “Christ, Eve. Why do you do this to me?”
“You want it.” She craned her head back so far the crown touched the pillow. “I want it. So let’s do it.” Muscle and skin stretched tight as she bared her throat.
“We don’t know what happens next. I might lose control.” He murmured a warning, clear concern for her intervening amidst lust encroaching the edges of taboo.
“So we find out. I trust you.”
“When do you want it?” The truffle licked her skin, leaving a trail over the sensitive pulse point behind ear. “Now? When I’m inside you? When you’re coming? When I am?”
Could she have the bite at all of those moments, again and again? “Whenever you want to most of all.”
“Christ, Eve. Fuck.” The piece of candy explored, painting as it slid its way back and forth. As it dissolved into liquid against the heated surface of her body, tantalizing scents of cocoa and sugar and sweet milk perfumed the air.
“All you need to do is feel.” Her gaze fixed on the molding trim framing the tops of her walls, the white paint swirls decorating her vaulted ceiling. “Here. With me.”
“Oh, Eve. Look at you.” He rested his palms on her breasts, cupping and squeezing. He licked and sucked her peaked nipples, brushing the hard buds with his fangs. The littlest poke made her gasp in anticipation.
She was ready again, like the first climax hadn’t happened. In invitation, she pushed up her hips, presenting the target he sought.
A quiet rustle of friction signaled his underwear sliding down as he answered her nonverbal communication. “Look at me, Eve.”
Moved by the stern kindness in his voice, the conviction, she returned her head and neck to their natural positions. Jonnie was flush with her, strands of his hair tickling her cheeks. In that moment, his beauty wrapped all around her.
Those wild pupils and irises and monstrous fangs stood in profound juxtaposition to the love in his eyes. The soft slack of his face, relaxed in appreciation, regarded her.
Contrasting elements created a powerful effect more vulnerable than scary as he exposed his deepest truths to her. The poetic incongruity of frightening eyes betraying a gentle soul was not lost.
A man who cared deeply for her, her needs and feelings, lay with her. A man who worried about her nutrition and told rude customers where to shove it—who spoke up for her when she didn’t have the strength to stand up for herself—was here. A man who loved his friends and family with ferocious devotion, empathy pouring from his heart in thick streams. A man of passion and integrity, principles and humble gratitude.
Someone she didn’t deserve, but was lucky to have, was here with her, right now.
Nothing else existed but that face above her in all of its moving tides.
Eve put a hand up and touched Jonnie’s cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed, and that was when she nearly wept. He was so sweet, so pure.
“It’s okay,” she whispered while touching his face, caressing supple skin arrested in a youthful state. It saddened her that she’d never see his face develop wrinkles and lines beyond the few subtle notes of one’s early thirties. If they stayed together, she’d be the only one who grew old. But now wasn’t the time for maudlin, philosophical musings. “I trust you not to hurt me.”
“Eve.” His hushed tone met hers, a parity bringing intimacy. “Are you sure you want to try this?”
He opened his eyes and held her hand, their shared gazes shifting her into a space of truth. The rotation inside of her was subtle, but at the same time acute in its impact. All of a sudden she floated, at one with herself in a supreme state of unity. Poignant energy rolled through her in a warm wave.
And Eve was grateful. So grateful, because she’d never felt anything this lovely in her heart. Her shitty, broken heart, the gangrenous organ marking her as flawed, outing her as some malfunctioning human prototype. No more. Now she felt like a true person inside, clean and good, right.
“I’m so sure.” Eve swallowed as she prepared the next part. “Because I love you, Jonnie.”
“Oh, Eve.” Jonnie’s mesmeric gaze scanned her face in a slow slide of pure appreciation. Nobody had ever looked at her like that, like she was priceless treasure. “I love you. Your beautiful, special self.”
“You forgot broken.” That was the word that Kyle used after she spilled her secrets to him. Then he’d left while she cried.
“We’re all broken, love. But sometimes the broken parts fit together.”
As she pressed her lips to his, initiating a kiss borne of gratitude and passion, it struck Eve how the mojo of the bedroom had changed. The lust between them softened as their declarations shaved off its sharpest edges.
What remained was mutual desire, muted compared to ripping panties and growled expletives, but more vast and encompassing in the range of emotions.
He slipped his tongue in her mouth, confident and frisky, nudging and sweeping as he explored. She felt everything in keen clarity. His belly, skin and muscle and a scrim of soft black chest hair, brushing hers.
Vocalizations and changing breathing patterns, every hint of a moan, delighted her ears.
Personal smells, the residual chocolate sticky on her neck, cocooned them in the closeness of a shared ritual.
Heat seeped through the white corner vent, its roasty dust aroma a harbinger of late autumn solace. The subtle clunk of the boiler as it traveled through the pipes from the depths of her basement played a calming bedtime song.
Right now, right here and now, Eve was exactly where she needed to be.
Jonnie moved down a bit, maneuvering so the bare flesh of his manhood settled in the crease of her thigh. While they kissed, he rubbed himself back to full, steely hardness. She encouraged him to thrust with squeezes and pulls on his slender hips.
He pulled his body back enough to get the right angle. The movement broke the lip-lock, and she gazed into his eyes as he nudged his crown into her opening. He slipped inside, filling her with pressure and fullness. A tingly promise appeared as he pushed in an out, slowly, his gaze trained on hers. Barriers fell as Eve surrendered herself to intimacy, her universe becoming the joined bodies and hearts of herself and her lover.
His breathing quickened as they moved together. Sweat beaded on his brow, and a muscle feathered in his jaw. Cords tensed in his neck. The visual proof of his climbing arousal heightened her own. A pleasure sound escaped her throat. Tension and awareness built deep in her core.
Moaning more frequently as he stroked faster, Jonnie grabbed one of Eve’s legs and hooked it under his elbow. “You feel so good.”
“You do, too.” She clutched the carved bulges of his biceps, fading into the sights and sounds and smells of their bodies locked and thrusting as one.
Wet skin slapped as he picked up his pace, uttering muted curses and groans as he chased a payoff. Eve’s arousal joined with Jonnie’s, merging into a feedback loop. Damn, he was hot like this. Animal and greedy, a wild beast close to coming undone above her.
And she climbed, higher and higher and faster and faster, ratcheting as she hurdled to the edge. She became the edge, the edges of her collapsing int
o the dense point in her center.
He clamped one of her breasts in a frantic clench, palming and kneading as he grunted or swore on every stroke.
Eve’s heart beat faster. Sparks crackled at the base of her spine, their vibrant bursts gathering. She caught Jonnie’s gaze, asking for what she wanted with the weight of her stare. Her eyes slid to the spot where their bodies joined, where his glistening shaft plunged with animal fury.
A long, deep groan as he pushed in to the hilt and shuddered. She came right then, screaming as she splintered into a million pieces of bright, wonderful energy.
Two spears breached her neck, bringing a brilliant jolt of pain that stole her breath. But she kept right on coming, writhing and moaning and rolling her hips in shameless undulations designed to prolong the bliss.
Jonnie jerked in her arms, body smashed against hers. His tight ass clenched and released in time as he emptied.
Bright slivers sparked in her field of vision. She blinked, sliding into a fuzzy stupor as she lost track of where pleasure ended and pain began. The two sensations met in a swirl of transcendence.
Wet warmth slicked the side of her throat, pooling against her earlobe. Eve went far away right then, stopped being a person and became an eternity of pure, positive, heavenly energy. Planets aligned.
The moment outside of time vanished from the corner of her eye like a glimmering desert mirage. Regular time resumed, and she grasped at concepts while regaining lucidity. Two hung low enough in the space of her psyche for her to pluck. Religious experience. Sublime witnessing.
With a fierce grunt and a jerk, Jonnie threw his free arm around Eve’s back, yanking her into a semi-upright position. He sat back on his heels, cock and teeth still buried in her, and hauled her to sit on his lap. He moaned muffled cries into her neck, lodged as he drank and drank. Her heart fluttered, and she faded to a second of black, woozy from blood loss and the sudden change of position.
Her thousand-pound head lolled on her spine. Liquid flowed down her sternum. Comforter stuffing filled her skull with furry thickness. The strangeness of it all, the danger and impurity, spun her around in a tornado of insanity as she played at the border of annihilation.
Despite the intensity of the moment, an undeniable brush with scariness, she wasn’t afraid. He would stop when necessary.
“You need to stop. Drink it from my skin now,” she said in a hoarse, slurred voice.
He broke away with a suction sound, leaving her neck damp and cool.
Dazed, she looked at her chest. Streams as bright as cherry juice streaked the skin between her breasts as they slipped to her navel, down her pelvis and into her crotch. A stain spread on the portion of the bedspread visible between their mating forms, a circle the hue of a fire engine that grew as it seeped.
Eyes faraway and wild and lip curled with wickedness, Jonnie balled a tight fistful of Eve’s hair and pulled.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, licking fluid from the impact site. He lapped from her breasts, her sensitive nipples, the lower half of his face red and sticky. In a swift toss, he flipped her to her hands and knees.
“Oh, yeah.” He spoke with unbridled obscenity before burying his face in her wet cunt.
His laps were harsh and methodical on her clit, an assault. Eve had her third orgasm a minute after he began, shrieking his name as she watched her own blood drip from the bite wound and cry crimson tears onto her pillow.
The exalted frenzy wound down, pulses tapering to aftershocks as Eve, on all fours, stared at her headboard. Their shared gasps filled the bedroom. Smells of sex tinged with the impossible tang of copper made a forbidden cloud.
She turned around with a head rush. Jonnie sat on the bed with a hand laid on his chest, looking around like he’d lost something. Maybe his mind. She wondered as much about herself.
The sheets were a literal bloodbath. So was his stained face, her coated body.
He laughed first, giddy bursts of disbelief and euphoria, and beckoned her with a hand. She scooted over, giggling at what they’d done. What she’d done. But as soon as she nestled into his hug and felt the comfort of his arms around her, doubt vanished and all became well.
“Are you alright, love? How do you feel?” He laid two kisses to her temple.
“I feel great. A little spacey.” No worse than after she’d donated to the Red Cross, but she could use some refreshments. “There’s brownies and ice cream in the fridge.”
“Say no more.” Jonnie leapt from bed, tugging on his underwear as he dashed from her room.
Eve stood, stretching as she sauntered to the master bath. She’d just turned on shower when her phone buzzed on her dresser. With a yawn, she checked the text.
From Meg: I know you’re home, why aren’t you answering the door? I have something you want to see, let me in!
Eighteen
Seated across the polished dining room table, Meg ate her brownie a la mode as she studied Eve with a combination of suspicion and amusement. “What’s with the scarf?”
Act normal. Eve petted the chunky yarn her mother had knitted. “I just showered. I’m cold.”
“It’s like seventy degrees in here.” Meg snorted, scooping up another spoonful.
Jonnie held Eve’s hand under the table. A satisfied smile and a gleam in his eye betrayed their secret, though Meg hadn’t seemed to notice his tells.
“It’s good to see you again, Meg.” He took a bite of food. Eve couldn’t help but admire his polite English table manners.
“Likewise, though I wasn’t expecting to see you,” Meg replied cautiously.
Eve didn’t blame her oldest friend for her apprehension. The woman cared about her, and Eve hadn’t been herself as of late. And now, she was lying. Guilt set in. Should she tell Meg the truth?
The silence seemed to further arouse Meg’s suspicion. “What is it you two are doing, again?”
Jonnie looked at Eve, stretch of a grin and crinkling corners of his eyes making for a boyish portrait of pleasure.
He opened his mouth and spoke the beginnings of an utterance. She attempted something intended to be “we’re figuring it out,” but her words came out garbled. They spoke at the same time in a mishmash of stumbled phrases and laughter.
Jonnie chuckled and rubbed the top of her leg. He picked up the scarf and smelled it, prompting her to cover her face and chortle.
A sugar rush from the creamy, chocolate goodness she’d devoured blended with her happiness. Her stomach was satiated, her heart was full. But she wouldn’t feel whole, not completely, as long as she went on deceiving Meg. The two friends had only ever been honest with each other, and Eve wasn’t about to break that trust now. Steeling her decision, she looked at Jonnie as if to say, tell her.
“Jesus Christ,” Meg groaned, spoon scraping bowl as she polished off the last bite of her snack. “You two are ridiculous. And I meant with your project or spiritual mission or whatever, not dating and sex. Because it’s obvious what you’re doing on those fronts.”
Eve finalized the plan with a single, definitive nod at Jonnie. He returned the gesture, heeding her wish.
“I think I need to be brutally honest from here on out.” Jonnie pushed his empty bowl away.
Eve scooted her chair closer to him with a scrape of wood on wood before looking to Meg. “We’re all friends here. Accepting. So, Meg, there is a pretty big confession coming that I’m asking you to accept.”
Meg froze with her spoon at mouth-level, her expression transforming to a startled mask. “Guys. What’s going on?”
“I’m a vampire. In a shameful moment of celebrity vanity, I underwent a procedure that was pitched to me as a radical youth treatment. In return for halting the aging process, it gave me a blood condition and sunlight allergy.”
Meg gaped. Melted white goo dripped from her spoon.
“I thought at first that I wanted to die, and that your friend could help me pass on to the afterlife, with the work she does with dead people and all. I was d
esperate when I reached out to her, desperate for help. It was misguided, deeply so, but the upside was we found each other.” He squeezed Eve’s hand, his face calm with contentment as he stared into her eyes.
His healthy complexion complimented the reassuring words he spoke. A vibrant flush graced Jonnie’s skin, like he’d been upholding an extended commitment to healthy eating and exercise. She felt pride that her blood could give him such vitality.
“Exactly.” Eve kissed his cheek.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck.”
“Come on, Megs. It’s not a huge leap of logic. You know I talk to dead people, and you can accept that.”
Meg threw her hands in the air. “As a matter of fact, it is a big leap to go from comforting lost souls to freaking dating a vampire. You let him bite you, didn’t you?” With an angry point at Eve’s wound-covering scarf, Meg finalized her accusation.
“I did. And I enjoyed it.” Eve fingered the yarn above her puncture marks, tickles flittering over her neck as memories of the unforgettable sensation resurfaced.
“Oh, my God. I can’t with you right now.” Scowling, Meg shook her head. “You let a fucking vampire bite you, and you are sitting before me defending that choice. Listen to yourself.”
“It’s like BDSM. Don’t kink-shame me. Besides, I love you, but my sex life is none of your business.”
With a harrumph of defeat, Meg turned her narrow-eyed gaze to Jonnie. “And what do you gain from noshing on my best friend’s neck, Mr. Rock Star Vampire Dude?”
“You know his name, Megs.”
“It’s okay, Eve love. I understand why you’re upset, Meg. Any reasonable person would be. But please trust that I care about your friend. So much. And this was something we talked about for a long time before we decided together to try it. I’d never do anything to harm Eve.”
Meg puffed out her cheeks and blew a loud exhale. “So ripping into her jugular vein isn’t harming her? Please.”
“Meg. He already told you this was something we decided to do together.”
She proffered Eve a glance of reluctant acquiescence. “Your body, your choice I guess.”