6 comments/ 10480 views/ 1 favorites First Encounter Ch. 01 By: angelic one She uttered a sigh as she moved along the busy streets, weaving her way in and out through the traffic of people. Clutching her briefcase in her fingertips, she tried to cure her feeling of being "routine" through a tiny hum which escaped from the candy vessels of her lips. He watched her from afar as he brought his cigarette to his pursed smile taking the filter between his lips as he inhaled he closes his newspaper tucking it beneath his arm removing the cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the darkening sky. She was breathtaking, the way she carried herself with such style and grace, her hips swaying to and fro in a casually seductive fashion. She exerted a certain strength and radiance that caused others to pause from their conversations and daily readings to take notice. She however, seemed oblivious to the attention she drew, her mind too focused on her overwhelming thoughts. She failed to take heed as he followed her. So close he comes - only a few paces behind her he extended his hand catching the wisps of her hair in his fingertips, her strawberry perfume assaulting his senses and creating an entirely new kind of arousal within. He wanted her, in every way imaginable he practically craved her. She wasn't a stranger to him. He had spoken with this little minx; many occasions he had studied her routine. He knew what her favorite color was, her favorite lunch spot, how she took her tea. He knew what magazine she read religiously and he knew of her marriage. Yes, she was married but not happily, and she didn't hide this fact from the world. To anyone who took one look into her eyes beyond her pooling orbs into the depths of her soul, she was a broken spirit. She would be his biggest challenge yet. Restoring her faith, her pride and her ability to trust anyone would require the work of an Angel. Working up the courage he quickened his strides to match hers. She had been glancing at her watch and startled as she looked up to see she is not alone. "Hello again beauty," his voice addressing her in a cool and casual demeanor. He swallowed hard. This was it; there was no better of a time it than now and here. He consoled himself, telling himself that, even if she did reject him, he will not give up or let this deter him from achieving his goal; to have her, to hold her, to relish in her divine soul and mind and claim her body. She felt her heart skip a beat, he had said the word "again" yet she couldn't recall a first encounter. She paused stopping to turn and face him, forcing other patrons to work their way around them. She canted her head to the side studying the features of his face, tucking a strand of her fallen locks behind her ear and the porcelain cheeks turned a rosy hue. She felt embarrassed she could not remember who he was but she played along anyways to be courteous. "How is your day treating you?" Her words seeped from the velvety texture of her lips. He leaned closer to catch a hint of her minty breath. She had an uncanny obsession for oral hygiene, carried a toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss in her purse. He had watched her get up after finishing her meal one day and hurry to the washroom withdrawing those items as she brushed up against him in the corridor offering him a quick apology. "Will you allow me to buy you a coffee, miss?" He knew her name; he had been standing behind her one time in the line up at the local Tim Hortons's when she flipped open her wallet to pay for her Cappa and croissant. "Well, I am rather in a hurry, I am sorry Sir perhaps another time?" Her words were so sweet, like music to his ears, he could easily live with that voice, wake up to it, alter it each time he thrust his throbbing manhood deep inside the walls of her cervix. He shook his head for a moment, giving himself a wake up call and almost shying away as he noted his arousal, which would be evident in the pair of Dockers he wore. He followed the path of her eyes as she looked down to his crotch biting her lower lip and concealing a smile as she turned to walk away. "Be well!" She had thought things were settled with him satisfied with her mannerism, she let him down easy. She crossed the street and headed through the park, her shortcut to her tiny little home nestled in between a church and a high rise hotel. She opened the white gate shutting it behind her as she ascended the set of stairs leading to her front porch. She fumbled with the keys pulling open the storm door, sliding the silver structure into the lock and turning it until she hears the "click". Stepping into her home where she is greeted with the finely crafted woodwork and richly fabric walls she quickly disarmed her alarm system and headed to the kitchen. No one would be home for at least two hours. She pulled on the handle of the fridge door feeling the cool air hit the flesh between the two ripe mounds of her breasts. She reached for the OJ capturing it in her fingertips and turning to the island, setting the carton down upon it and kicking the refrigerator door closed with her foot. Pouring herself a glass, she sat down on one of the bar stools. He had followed her here. He was lucky enough she left the front door unlocked. He stayed close to the wall waiting for the right moment to do what he had planned for so many months. He carefully opened the door to the basement ensuring that she didn't pick up on his presence as he shuts the door leaving it open just a tad and hurrying down the stairs. As he reached the bottom he spied the power box on the far wall. She had just swallowed the last portion of her juice when the lights suddenly ceased and she was flooded by a veil of darkness. "Dammit," she cusses to herself sliding off the chair and using her hands to work herself around the island. Reaching the drawer she yanked it open making out a candle and lighter from within. Moments later she was at the bottom of her stairs looking up into the darkness the tiny flickering flame swaying unstably daring to douse itself with the wind of her breaths. She carefully made her way up the stairs until she is standing in front of a corridor of doors. She would have to pass them all to reach her final destination - her bedroom. She could feel her chest rise and fall heavily now as her bare feet felt the hardwood flooring beneath them, keeping as silent as possible as she forced herself towards her bedroom. The glow of a flickering candle illuminated the room with the deep richly colored walls and her four poster bed, satin sheets shimmering in the dim light. Her hand extended to the solid structure of the door which sat ajar, hesitating to gain her bearings before opening it completely. The room was empty but that candle she had not lit so she couldn't be alone. Her eyes well with tears. Had she fallen into a trap? Was there an intruder about to draw from his concealment his goal to attack, possibly kill her? She tried to scream but her voice fails her, the only emmitance a whimpered gasp. Then she hears him. He must have been standing right behind her. "Shhhh my darling, I am not here to hurt you. I admire you, cherish you....I love you." She tried to turn herself to face this man but his hands fell quickly to her shoulders pulling her back against his chest. A tear broke from the corner of her eye to fall down the porcelain flesh of her cheek. His fingertips stroked her soft, supple skin, caressing the nape of her neck. "You are my queen." For some reason she couldn't run or fight him. She felt exhilarated and frightened all at once, and the feeling was overwhelming. Her thighs trembled as his free hand moved to her blouse. She felt the gentle tugging as he slowly unfastened them one by one exposing more and more of her form to the cool air of the room. She turned her head looking to the shadows they created upon the wall. He stood slightly taller than she, he was a fit build not too big but not toothpick thin with long hair stopping about shoulder level. He gave her the impression of being European. His accent was thick upon her ear, his warm breath tickled when he spoke to her. He was seducing her, and for some reason unbeknownst to her she could not resist. She felt the fabric of her blouse slide from her arms leaving her standing in her black lace bra and skirt. "I want to claim you, make you mine and you will be in time ....but for now, for this night I seek only to please you to explore this piece of art standing before me to savor in its divinity." In her state of suspense he somehow had managed to blind fold her, a veil of darkness surrounding her. His voice was what comforts her now, soothes her fears, commands her attention. She could feel her nipples hardening painfully through the lace, her panting breaths nearly drowning out the sound of his voice. She felt the tip of his finger on her lips hushing her and she could tell he was smiling. Her hand lifted to catch his wrist forcing his finger to stay there against her velvety vessels. She parted her lips just enough to withdraw her tongue allowing it to slide up the length of his digit capturing the tip then swirling her hot wet muscle around his nail driving him into her mouth mocking such oral pleasures as if to show him what she had to offer. He pulled out quickly enough. "You are used to having such control my child, but tonight you will surrender yourself to me. I do not seek this permanently for a bird is more beautiful in flight than in a cage, but tonight its about losing yourself to the mind, body and soul to me. Do you understand this?" She felt herself nodding swallowing hard feeling vulnerable and beautiful all at once. He circled her, his eyes devouring her tiny form such delicious curves, she almost seemed to good to be true. Standing there before him, accepting his advances, still maintaining her style and grace, her charisma....she was strong, not weak; at least not yet. "What do you want more than anything else in this world Tammia?" He continued to undress her, starting at the back of her skirt. As she felt the zipper come free, her body tensed, his hand sliding to the blade of her shoulder massaging into it gently as he whispers "Relax..." He slid the skirt to the floor tapping her calf to signal for it to rise then the other until she stood there in merely her undergarments. "God she was beautiful." He thought. "I want to find my true love, my soul mate," she states this clearly with the utmost certainty. He teased her arm with his fingertips, stroking up and down the length of it sliding to the inner portion, smoothing his palm over the joint before taking a firm hold of her, guiding her to the bed. "Sit down mon cherie and remove the last of your clothing." He gave her her space; she could hear the scratching of the chair on the floor as he pulled it away from the wall. Setting it before her, sitting himself upon it, he watched her hands. As they moved behind to unfasten her bra, she shivered. She hated her body, he knew this just by her facial expression when he suggested her to be nude like this. "The first step to finding true love is to love yourself. Do you love yourself? Do you love your body?" She lowered her head as if to look to her lap the blindfold still taking away her sight. She slid her hands across her taut tummy reaching the seam of her panties hesitating before sliding it down over her tight little ass along her creamy white thighs towards the floor. "No I do not," she responded just as he had anticipated her to. "How many times do you masturbate in a week Tammia?" She shook her head swiftly. "I do not, Sir." She responds. Her weakness is now revealed; her self esteem was lower than he thought originally. She will need a lot of work, but by the time he was through she would take flight, discovering things she never knew she could. "You are going to right now. You are going to let your hands roam over your body as though they were mine. I want you to get to know every inch of your body but do not penetrate yourself until I say." She seemed nervous. She would need a little guidance for this. He rose from the chair moving to where she sits upon the bed and knelt down to meet what would be her eye level. his hands slid to her inner thighs coaxing them to part. Taking her hands in his own drawing the backs of them to his lips as he graced them with a kiss then closed his fingertips around them, moving them so that they rested just above her breasts. He began to help her hands work at her breasts, feeling her nipples harden her mounds firm and ripe for the taking. How he longed to taste them in his mouth! But he refrained, he let her get more into the sensations she created upon herself before letting her hands go. Her lips parted in a soft sigh as she trailed her fingertips up and down the valley of her breasts, then circling her areola pinching her nipples. She moaned, biting her lips, her cheeks flush. "It's ok my sweet, make as much noise as you want, you are not prohibited from anything but penetration." She whimpered, her hands sliding down her thighs then up towards her heated core, fingertips beginning to stroke against the delicate shaved petals of her sex. She lowered herself down on the bed keeping her knees bent, her feet upon the floor, her thighs splayed out before him so he can watch her work. Such beautiful art she was creating for him! She felt her tiny pearl begin to harden. She shuddered; she was aroused - in fact he knew she was on the rise. Her fingertips almost entered her sweet lubricated cunt. "Stop! not yet he," reminds her, and her hand quickly retreated back up her clit, taking the bit of skin between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it back and forth. "Oh god please," she begged. Masturbation was something she had been taught as being a bad and unnecessary thing to do but this felt good. She loved this feeling, felt so comfortable with him. "Now my sweet." She purred, taking two of her long slender digits and driving them into her tight wet pussy. The orgasm was almost instantly achieved as she cries out, arching her form to accentuate the curve of her spine, feeling her lips clenching her fingers before the wave of fluid fights her strokes, spilling her nectar onto her sheets. She screams, her breath catching her half way through, killing her sound. The only noise she makes now is the slapping of her hand against her pussy. He let her come down watching as her body writhed with the pleasures her fingertips had provided her. He leaned over her naked body, one hand sliding to her bosom, the other to her penetrating hand, tugging at her wrist to remove her fingertips and moving them higher still until they reach her mouth. "My sweet, tell me what you taste like." Her eyes were shut, her head tilted back into the pillow, her hair spilling out over her lithe form. She parted her vessels sliding her two fingers to her tongue. Watching her intensely as she began to suck at her translucent filling, she was absolutely divine. He proceeded to unzip his pants, letting his jeans and boxers fall to the floor. Still her eyes remained shut. She was moaning, arching her body, thrusting her breasts as if on display for his eyes only. "You are beautiful Tammia, tell me what you taste like." She pulled her fingers from her mouth, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. Her voice didn't sound her own, in fact it took a cat like formation; an almost purr as she lets the words like honey escape from her lips. He had to take her, he decided. His cock now free and throbbing, eight inches which only sought one place to be at this moment; inside that sinfully sweet cunt. He covered her mouth with his hand resting his full weight upon her. He looked almost angry with her; in fact he was anything but gentle. "Spread your legs for me NOW!" he commanded. She tried to shake her head from his hand but he pressed down, forcing her deeper into the pillow. "Do as I say!" There was a look of terror and as a tear fell down her cheek, her thighs parted. He immediately plunged his cock into her wanton pussy. He was ruthless with his thrusts, jerking her body as his hips smashed into hers. He uncovered her mouth, found her two wrists and pinned them above her head. "You will hold your breath until I say," He growled. She nodded she looked confused, hurt she couldn't understand the sudden change in him. He smiled, keeping her arms above her head with one hand the other grabbing her leg pinning it to her shoulder thrusting deeper. Each entry he explored more of her sex, plunging his cock sideways and forward hitting her every angle possible and watching for the signs for her climax. Her cheeks were flushed. She couldn't hold her breath much longer, her body felt intoxicating. She felt herself beginning to swell against his shaft. "That's right you little bitch, your body is mine now, to take as I please without question." It was hard for him not to release himself, but he kept his seed at bay. She was almost there, just a few more painfully hard thrusts and she would be cumming for him. "Breathe now." As she did, her body felt intensity unlike anything else. Her orgasm had somehow intensified itself from the lack of circulation. As the oxygen filled her lungs once again, her sweet cum thrushes down to spill out over the sheets soaking his thighs and her own. He gave her a firm smack on the ass rising from the bed; he still hadn't achieved orgasm. "Turn around and bend over the bed." Her heavy breaths turning into whispers, she quickly obeyed rolling over unto her belly as her took her by the hips and pulled her tight little ass to his cock. She could feel the tip pressing into her puckered virgin star. She began to protest but he lowered himself to brush passed her perineum then plunged into her pussy again. "I will save that for another night my sweet." He hit her again and again with his hand as he buried his cock into her inferno of pleasure, the cheeks of her ass soon marked with a tint of red. "How does it feel to be fucked, slut?" He grabbed her hips tightly pushing her out until he could see the length of his shaft fully. Leaving his tip inside of her then thrusting forward pulling her back at the same time plunging painfully deep. First Encounter Ch. 01 He stood in the doorway unsure what he made of the whole thing. She lay on the four-poster bed, her feet towards the door, her head resting in the palm of her hand. He stumbled into the bedroom, feeling slightly in a daze. Underneath her lay rose petals and he could smell the faint tingle of vanilla, honey and nutty almond. He stopped short of the bed, his eyes taking in her form. She sat up the material, a deep purple colour, cling in all the right places and leaving little to the imagination. It was prefect he thought, his eyes taking her in. The deep colour of the material made her skin the perfect creamy white he always imagined it to be. She looked down her cheeks pink with embarrassment. She moved to kneel before him, the French lingerie that her and Rose picked out the day before, making the lace brushing against the tops of her thighs. Her hands ran up and down his chest, sending shivers up his spine. She crawled back up the sheets, her cute butt exposed from under the purple. He crawled up after her, his fingers brushing against rose petals. She giggled as his hands came up around her ankles pulling her back towards him. He flipped her over, his hands either side of her head, her legs in between his knees. A wicked smile spread across his face an evil glint in his eyes. She giggled again, her hands pulling at the edge of his t-shirt. His eyes ran down her chest, the twist design at the top, cupping her breast in exactly the right way. He straggled her legs, allowing for her to pull the t-shirt over his head. His fingers dropped to his belt, working hastily to unclip the buckle. His shirt lay discarded on the floor, as he flung his belt alongside it. He flipped over, his legs tangled with her, pulling her across his chest, as he pushed off his boots with urgent toes. She giggled, her hands resting on his chest, pushing up slightly to look down at him. He sat up resting on his elbows. He bent his head up, catching her lips with his. She pulled free of their tangled legs, pulling herself up his body, her legs slipping either side of his chest as she straddled his stomach. They broke apart, their breath ragged gasps, their heartbeats thundering in their ears. She sat back her hands running down his bare chest, to the top of his pants. With steady fingers, she unfastened the button from its slit and tugged gently on the zipper. With a jagged breath, he seized both of her hands in one of his. He squeezed slightly to capture her attention, before she or this could go any further. She looked down at him, his expression hard to read. He sighed, liking the way she sat on top of him. He didn't want it to stop, but the small voice in his head, kept yelling to use reason. She rocked her hip, teasing at the bulge that started to grow in his pants and was painfully pushing for escape. A thrill ran up his spine as he considered all the possibilities that this situation could lead to. He mental shook his head, trying to stop the sudden images and fantasies that clouded his mind and not only his. He pulled her hands closer, his lips brushing lightly over her knuckles. She slid from her place over him, and slipped in between his legs, once again kneeling before him. A look of hurt flickered through her eyes, as if she knew his conflicting thoughts. He sighed again, ignoring his conflicted thoughts and pulled himself into a sitting position. She tugged against his restricting hand, wishing to free her wrists. He drew them to his bare chest, her hands clenched into hard fists, against his skin. A small growled sob, vibrated deep in her throat, as she tagged to free herself. With a broken gasp he through his arms around her, drawing her to his chest. He kicked himself mental for ruining the moment. He rested his chin on the top of her head, cradling her to his chest. Hot tears rolled down her cheek, kissing at his collarbone. "Sorry," he mumbled, not knowing what else to say. She growled again, but it broke off into hurt whimper. "I do," he said gently, drawing back slightly and cupping her face in his large hands. His thumb stroked over her wet, red cheeks, catching tears along the way. "Believe me I do, I really do," he breathed, closing his eyes and sighing. He kissed her forehead, breathing deeply the scent that clung to her hair and skin. "You don't," she gasped, breaking free of his embrace and rolling off the bed. Her arms wrapped around her, hugging herself, despite the heat. He groaned in frustration, both sexually and from the situation. "I do," he growled sinisterly, jumping off the bed and stalking towards her. She turned, facing his dark, but sexual expression. She dropped her gaze to his open pants, and the bulge that poked out. She looked away, the heat rising up her neck and across her cheeks. "Oh I really do," he repeated in the same sinister growl, pushing her back into the wall. He stood over her, his chest pushed against her, his bulge rubbing against the flat plains of her stomach and crotch. She closed her eyes, doubling the friction between them. He groaned deep in his throat, as a small gasp parted her lips. Screw reason he thought, killing the little voice in his head. He bent down, catching her lips and kissing her furiously, pulling her into his embrace. His right hand snaked around her neck, holding her head in place, while his fingers tangled in her fair locks. His left hand, slid down her spine, resting firmly against the small of her back. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands crawling at his back. She wanted more. She wanted all of him, to devour him in one moment of pure sexual pleasure. She wanted the one moment to last forever. He stepped forward, the wall meeting her back. His hands held firmly to her hips, as he kissed a trail along her jaw line down to her collarbone. His tongue darted out licking along the line of her pulse. She shivered, tilting her head back exposing her throat and giving him full access to it. Her hands ran up his back and along his shoulders, loving the taut feel of his muscles under her fingertips. He quivered as her fingers tickled up his neck and intertwined into his dark hair. She dragged his head back and lowered her lips to his. He kissed her hungrily, like a starved man receiving food for the first time. He growled hungrily in the back of his throat, it vibrating through their kiss. They broke apart, their breathing hard and fast. He looked at her and groaned in desperation. Her thigh rubbed at his bulge, as she shifted her weight. He groaned again, pushing into her and pinning her against the wall. "You torture me," he gasped, loving the friction between them. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes filled with a wicked lust, her full lips turned up in a sinful smile. He titled his head back, closed his eyes. He felt her shift her weight again, as she lowered her lips to his throat. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist her feet dropping lightly to the hard wood floor, not breaking the friction between them. His hands remain on her hips, as her lips kissed down his throat. Her tongue darted out licking up his pulse, making him shudder. She kissed down again. Her lips trailed along his chest, as her hands ran along his back. He gasped as she took a nipple, into her mouth and sucked hungrily at it. He inhaled sharply as her fangs, bit playfully at the sensitive nub. She tugged gentle, once, before releasing the nub. She kissed across his chest, taking his right nipple in between her teeth. He felt her fangs brush against his skin, and shivered when he realized they were fully extended. She bit down, her fangs piecing the skin. His left hand came up, cradling the back of her head, his fingers curling up in her curls holding her in place. She breathed deeply, smelling the strong rich scent of his blood; that rich tingle of rich coffee, whirled with cinnamon. She sucked gently on the puncture marks, drawing a steady stream of blood to the surface. He felt his heart constrict slightly as she pulled on his blood. His heart started beating faster, as the pull got stronger. She pulled back, her fangs, making an audible smack as they pulled out of his skin. A tiny trail of blood trickled from the small puncture wounds and down his Pecs. She lowered her head again, licking up the trail of blood as the puncture wounds healed up. She flicked her tongue over the nub, getting another shudder out of him. She started kissing her way down his body again. She kissed along his abs, her fingertips following the path already taken by her lips. She dropped to her knees, making his hands, slip up to her shoulders. He clenched her shoulders, his fingernails dipping into her bare flesh. She kissed his lower stomach, her tongue darting into his naval. Her hands slipped down further, resting lightly against his hips. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of his pants, and tugged them down over his thighs. She released the fabric allowing it to pool around his ankles. He tightened his hold on her shoulders. She pulled back, looking up at him. His head had rolled to the left, his eyes still closed. His lips were slightly parted, his face a mask of pure desperation and sexual pain. He opened his eyes, looking down at her knelt form. "Please," he pleaded, his lip quivering slightly. She sighed her breath tickling at the bulge, through the fabric of his boxer briefs. His hands tighten again on her shoulders, his fingernails drawing blood, his fingertips bruising her skin. Her breath came out in a pained hiss, as her hands came up and around his wrists. She pried his fingers from her shoulders. He gave a weak smile, intertwining his fingers through hers. She tugged his hands down, kissing the inside of each of his wrists, before unlinking their fingers. His hands dropped lightly back to her shoulders, his fingers tracing the black-bluish marks on her skins. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of his briefs, pulling it down over his length and skimming the fabric over his thighs. His length bounced free, slapping faintly against his thigh, before standing erect. He closed his eyes, his head rolling back, his lips parted in a silent 'oh'. She lowered her head, her hair tickling along his length. She kissed along his 'v', her hands resting lightly against his lower back. Her hands ran down along his butt and down and around his thighs. She kissed up his length, stopping at the tip. Her tongue flicked out, sliding along the tip. She licked back down to the base. He shuddered again, his fingers intertwining in her hair. His soft pubs brushed lightly against her cheeks, tickling the skin. She moved back, her bum resting against her heels and looked up at him. He remained unmoved; his head still tipped back, his lips parted in that silent 'oh'. His hands in her hair, pushed her forward slightly, his response to her sudden stop. She smiled, her fangs flashing white. Her right hand ran up his thigh and around the base of his length. She stroked upwards towards the head, applying steady pressure as she went. She stopped at the head, her thumb caressing the tip. She squeezed, receiving a deep groan in the back of his throat. Her exploring fingers found the sensitive slit and a small smile broke across her features as she rubbed her thumb against it. His head cocked up, his eyes opened wide, shocked clearly by her sudden action. "Where," he managed to groan as she did it again. She looked at him, her hand repeating the action making his body shudder under her touch. She smiled, her eyes yet again filled with wicked lust. She shook her head, making her curls bounce around her face. He groaned as she took him in her mouth. Her teeth gazed along his length, causing his knees to buckle. His right hand came out, holding onto the post of the bed, to steady himself. She continued her steady rhythm, her left hand steadying herself against his thigh, her right hand fondling his balls. His left hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her head, his fingers curling into her hair. He looked down at her, almost exploding because of the view. She knelt before him, her lips stretched over his length. Her left hand rested against his thigh, the other disappearing under him. He could feel her tongue running up and down his erection, as she kept her steady rhythm. He groaned in satisfaction, making her look up at him. He watched as the corners of her mouth turned up, a sexually sweet smile. "You really like torturing me," he moaned the wood of the post splintering under his fingers. She dropped her gaze, her fingers trailing up and down his thigh. He shuddered again, pulling her head back and away from him. "Enough," he breathed, collapsing back on to the bed. She smiled at his weakened form, fighting back laughter. She crawled forward resting her head against his thigh. Her hand resumed its stroking, making goose bumps form under her fingers. He clenched the sheets, balling them up in his fists. A growled rumbled deep in his throat, making her burst into laughter. "Why," he begged, looking down the length of his body at her. She smiled wickedly, flashing her fangs at him. She turned her head and kissed up his thigh. He growled again, flashing his own fangs at her. She pulled away from his thigh and crawled up the bed. She lay next to him, her head resting in her upturned palm. His right hand came up, his fingers trailing along the plains of her chest. His fingers slipped into the darkness of her cleavage. They trailed back up, along the pulse in her throat and along the line of her lips. She caught a finger in her mouth, nipping it slightly with a fang. His eyes darkened, as he brought her limp wrists to his lips. Lust flashed across his face, as he pulled back his lips and sank his fangs into the delicate vein. She gasped faintly at the connection. He rolled onto his side, mirroring her. She rolled back onto her back, as blood pooled into his mouth. Her heart beat faster as her blood pumped thickly through her veins. He pulled back looking at her. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling. He rolled over, straddling himself over her. She propped herself up in her elbows, as he brought his head down towards hers. Her lips parted willing him access. Their tongues wrestled with each other, exploring the depth of the other. She could taste her blood on his lips. His length pushed against the plains of her stomach, as he pulled her up into his arms. She could hear their combined heartbeats and their ragged quick breath. He kissed down her jaw line, then down along her throat. He sucked at her pulse, causing her pulse to quicken. She leaned into him; her head tipped back her hair brushing against her bare shoulder blades. His hands came up and cupped her face, as his lips kissed the length of her collarbone. She gasped as his fangs sank into her shoulder. Without removing his lips or fangs from her shoulder, his hands slid down from her face to the back of her neck. She clenched the sheets under her. He pulled back as his hands slide down from her neck to her bare shoulders and then down her back. He moved his head back to her neck, and sucked against her pulse. "I want this off," he mumbled against her neck, as his tongue flickered out. Her hands came up around his neck, her fingers entwining in his hair. His lips trailed down her throat to her chest. His lips trailed the length of her chest, before resting at the top of her cleavage. He dropped his head, until his chin brushed the top of the fabric. His tongue flicked out licking up the length of her cleavage. It was her turn to shudder. "I want this off," he snarled, pulling back and looking at her. She tilted her head to the side, confusion flickering across her face. "Huh?" she asked, her fingers running up and down the length of his neck. "This," he said bluntly, pulling at the fabric slightly. Her lips parted in a silent 'oh', her cheeks turning red. She sat back her hands cupping the material and pulling it up over her head. She let it slip from her hand, finding a lovely home on the floor. The cool air of the room licked at her bare chest, making her nipples go hard. He pushed her back lightly, her head falling back onto the pillows. She wriggled up the bed, using the pillows to prop herself up. He crawled forward slightly, kneeling before her. His hands ran up her bare legs, resting at the top of her thighs, were fabric met flesh. His fingers curled under the fabric, pulling it back and away, before pulling it down over her thighs, knees and calves. He tugged slightly at the fabric, before flinging it behind him. He parted her legs, with a knee as he crawled up the length of her body to kiss her. His lips pressed down on hers hungrily. His length brushed against her stomach, as his knee pressed against her centre. She leaned into him, loving the friction that his knee made. She groaned into their kiss, as he deepened the kiss. He applied more pressure with his knee, smiling as he received a slightly gasp from her. He broke their kiss, giving her a cocky smile. She shook her head, fighting back laughter. His fingers ran up and down her sides, as he kissed down to her chest. She watched him, her fingers playing in his hair. His lips trailed over to her left breast, taking the sensitive nub and sucking. His right hand trailed along her side, coming up and cupping her right breast. His thumb, brushed over the other nub, playing with it while his mouth was at work. He pulled back and trailed over to the other, swapping positions. She sucked in a sharp breath, as his fangs sank into the sensitive skin. The breath escaped her in a hiss, as she felt the pull of blood to the surface. He parted her legs further, kneeling between them. He pulled out his fangs, giving off an audible pop. Blood dripped from his fangs, kissing his lips. He licked his lips, around a sigh savouring the taste of her. He licked up the small dots of blood, watching the puncture wounds seal up. He moved his head to the centre of her chest, placing soft kisses along the line of her cleavage. His hands skimmed down to her hips, as his lips trailed kisses down the flat plains of her stomach. He kissed lightly at her naval, allowing his tongue to flicker across the sensitive skin. She shivered under his touch, as he kissed down to his hands. His fingers massaged at her hips, as he kissed past his hands and along her thighs. His fingers trailed along from her hips to her knees then back again. She shivered again, goose bumps popping up on her skin. He kissed back up her thigh, across her lower stomach and down her other thigh. She gave a small whimper, looking down at him and his lack of action. He looked up the length of her body arching an eyebrow at her. She whimpered again. He smiled, his cocky smile kissing her naval again. His left arm encircled her hips, lifting her sweet centre to his mouth. His tongue flicked out, licking up the line of her cleft. She shuddered under him, making him smile. He lowered his head, parting her lips and probing at her sweetness. She gasped at the sudden invasion of her crotch, as he licked her up again finding her clit and sucking on it. She moaned as she felt his fangs gaze against her skin. She arched her back into his touch, allowing his hands to slide along her lower back and cup her butt cheeks in each hand. He squeezed, her butt getting a moan in response. He sucked hungrily on her little bud. He pulled back kissing her lower stomach. She breathed hard, waiting for the bite. It came as he sunk his teeth, into her flesh. She arched her back, groaning, as the pull grew stronger. She looked down her body at him. He pulled back his lips spotted with blood. He smiled lazily, licking his lips, and then running his tongue over his fangs. His fingers trailed over the fading crescent moon, bite mark on her hip. She exhaled sharply, as his fangs sunk back into her hip. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place, as she arched her back up into him. She balled the sheets up into her fists. He pulled back, his fangs coming out with an audible pop. His tongue flickered out catching a stray drop of blood, before he kissed his way back up the length of her body. He lifted himself up, looked down at her, his gaze darkly hungry. She lifted her head, her lips brushing against his chin. He lowed his head, his lips meshing with hers. He sucked hungrily on her lower lip. Her tongue darted out, drawing him to deepen the kiss. She could taste her own blood on his lips. She arched her back, pushing herself up and into him. First Encounter Ch. 01 He pulled back shaking his head and lower himself back down between hers legs. He lifted her centre back up, so it was level with his mouth. She whimpered as he breathed deeply, enjoying the sweetness of her scent. She whimpered again, as his breathed tickled against her crouch. He prodded her centre, with his tongue, lapping up her sweet juices. He could hear her heartbeat quicken, his probing leaving her skin tingling. He licked up her clef, his tongue flickering over her clit. She moaned, his fangs grazing the skin again. He pinched the little bud between his teeth, drawing a cry of pleasure from her. He nipped the bud with his fang, causing her hips to buck up into him. He raised a hand, pinching an erect nipple between his finger and thumb. She balled up the sheets under her again, pulling the fabric taut, the intensity growing between her legs. His fangs broke through the skin, causing her to cry out and shudder under him. He drank deeply, the pull growing stronger with every tug. A fire started to grow in her belly, slowly spreading down to her crouch. His hand stopped work on her nipple, lowering to join the other around her waist helping to hold her in place. She arched her back, tearing the sheet under her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, as her fingers clawed at the bedspread. The fabric slackened under her fingers, the sheet now shredded strips. She could feel herself about to climax, the growing intensity reaching exploding point. He pulled back, stopping the draw of blood. He looked down at her and smiled. Her eyes were closed; her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. Her curls fanned out in a halo around her head. She opened an eye and looked at him, the pleasant burning dying down. His smile widened as a small growl escaped her. He lowered her hips slightly, lowering his head back to her clit. His tongue flickered out over it, increasing the burning once again. He grabbed the bud between his teeth drawing it into his mouth. He sucked hungrily on it, lowering a hand to her opening. He inserted two fingers, sliding them in until they disappeared. She gasped at the contact, no longer able to hold back the need for an explosion. He pulled out, his fingers coming out slick. He pushed them back in, keeping up his sucking rhythm. He felt her clench around his fingers, her body shuddering as she climaxed. She shuddered again, crying out as he gave another flick of his tongue. He removed his fingers, licking her juices off. He lowered her hips back to the mattress, before crawling up the bed again. He kissed her passionately, drawing her up into him. Without breaking the kiss he rolled onto his back, cradling her to his chest. She pressed her ear to his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart, waiting for hers to steady out. She turned her head, placing a light kiss on his chest. He rolled back, kneeling over her. His erection pushed against her lower stomach, as he straddled her hips. He leaned forward kissing her fully on the lips. She arched her back pushing her chest up into his. Their nipples brushed across each other, causing both of them to shudder. He pulled back, positioning himself between her legs. He sat back on his heels, his kneecaps brushing her inner thighs. He placed light hands on her hips, drawing her up into a sitting position. She pulled herself up, her centre hovering over his erection. She steadied herself, resting her hands on his shoulders. He dropped a hand from her hip to take his erection. She lowered herself down, as he guided her onto him. She gasped as his length filled her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper. His hips bucked up into her, causing her give a small cry. His hands, skimmed over her thighs, tickling her sensitive skin. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks, the burning growing with every thrust. He dropped his head, his tongue flickering over a nipple. She growled deep in her throat tipping her head back. His hands worked their way up her back, causing her to shiver under his touch. One hand circled around and cupped the back of her head, his fingers intertwining in her hair. The other skimmed over her left arm, coming up to cup her left breast. His thumb brushed over the hard nipple, causing her to moan. His thrusting caused him to brush up against her throbbing clit that was exposed through the folds of her cleft. She groaned loving the simulation he lathered upon her. He moved his hands back ho her hips, lowering her back onto the mattress. He knelt between her legs, not breaking his beat. His hands rested either side of her head, balling the pillowcase in his fists, as the burning grew stronger. He lowered his chest towards hers as she arched her back her legs encircling his waist. She gasped, her toes curling as he drove in deeper. He lowered himself further, brushing the hard nipples together. He grunted rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. She groaned straddling his hips rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts. His hands came up cupping each of her breasts, a thumb brushing over each nub. She lowered her head not breaking her rhythm and kissed him. His tongue darted out, licking along her lower lip. She opened her mouth allowing him access. Their tongues danced around, the heat burning between both of the legs. I love you, she whispered in his head, as she kissed along his jaw line. Her tongue flickered at his pulse, her teeth nipping playfully at the skin. He couldn't hold any longer and knew she couldn't either. He groaned bucking up into her, causing her to gasp and rock faster. "I love you too," he moaned into her mouth as she lowered her lips back to his mouth. She groaned in satisfaction as he bucked again driving deeper into her, filling her up to exploding point. He rolled over again, pushing her onto her back. Her legs encircled his waist again, his erection filling her to the hilt. They rolled across the bed again, their legs tangled in the sheet. He rolled again, her underneath him once more. She smiled up at him, her hands running along his back. He lowered his head, kissing her hungrily. They rolled again, missing the end of the mattress and falling to the floor with a loud thud. He groaned, the impact jarring them together. She gasped, rolling off him. He crawled behind her, as she knelt before the bed. He pushed up against her, pinning her to the mattress. She clawed at the sheet as he took her from behind. He kissed her back, keeping up a slow lazy rhythm. Her hips rocked back and forth meeting every thrust. She moaned, the new angle causing him to drive deeper. He pulled out almost to the tip, before ramming back into her. He felt her clench around his length, knowing she was reaching breaking point. She clenched again, holding him in place. The heat grew between her legs, causing him to shudder. Breaking point was close for both of them. He shuddered again, his balls tightening slightly. She groaned, his speed picking up. He moved faster, his hands running along her back. One hand moved around and cupped her left breast, the other encircling her waist and her pulling her back into him. He shuddered again, exploding into her. She cried out, her own climax breaking through. Without pulling out he rolled back, holding her to him. She rocked her hips, causing him to shudder. He pulled out allowing her to slide next to him. He got to his feet; his legs still weak and stumbled over to the bed. He flopped back very aware that she knelt on the floor. Just the though of what she could do with that mouth of hers made, him tingle all over and his limp penis to harden. She ran shaking hands over her thighs, her body tingling all over, her centre smouldering slightly. She flopped back on the floor, the shag rug soft under her skin. Her fingers twirled around the strands, her hair flaring out around her head. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her. She looked beautiful, her cheeks flushed with pink. Her skin glistened slightly covered with a thin layer of sweat. He slid down the mattress dropping to his knees on the floor. She flexed her toes, her chest rising and falling gently.