Thirst
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All the while their mouths dueled together. Their breath came fast and hard. Renee’s hands were in his hair at first, the luxurious strands sifting through her fingers. But now her fingers were gliding down over his slightly stubbly jaw and then the length of his neck and throat. She stroked over the ridgeline of his shoulders and then continued down to his chest. His body was fit and well-muscled. She wondered if this was the case for all vampires. Did vampires need to work out to maintain their incredible physical strength?
She didn’t care. He felt delicious. And he thought the same of her apparently. His hands couldn’t get enough of her, stroking and kneading, his fingers then working to unbutton her silky blouse so his hand could dive into her bra and find her nipple.
She gasped at the bold sensation, the brash confidence of his touch. He reached with his free hand to unclasp her bra from the front, freeing both her breasts in a single tug. He finished opening her blouse to the waist, his free hand caressing the warm skin of her belly while the other focused on her breast. He caught her nipple against his palm, rubbing her and then catching her with his fingers and pinching her in an erotic tug.
Renee’s hands went to his shirt and began to unbutton it. Distantly she was aware of the elevator bell ringing. The alarm that alerted others that the elevator was stuck or stopped. But she wasn’t worried. It could take the better part of an hour before someone would come to fix the “trapped” elevator.
He broke away from her mouth and she took in a large gulp of air. His lips and tongue traced down over her jaw and throat. She closed her eyes and panted for breath as he licked and kissed his way down to the tip of her breast. He jogged her body up a little higher against the wall, bringing her into easier reach of his mouth. His whiskers tickled against her skin as his hot tongue danced against her nipple. Her nipple became a hard, almost painful point, and he flicked and bit at it in light erotic touches. Renee went wet with pleasure and her spine began to tingle.
That was when she realized that all this while he had been giving off small electric charges every time they kissed or touched, but she must have been growing used to it because she only noticed it on a conscious level when it began to run up and down the length of her back. Her whole body felt like a live wire, snapping and crackling and arcing with electric current. It wasn’t painful, but it was a pleasure that bordered on pain. Too much more of this and she didn’t know what she would be doing.
“Rafe, please!” she gasped, not even knowing what she was begging for.
Her nipple filled his mouth and he was sucking on her, his tongue swirling against her in turns. Then he switched to her opposite breast and did the same to it.
Frantic now, she tore at his buttons. She wanted to feel his bare skin. She wanted to feel it against her own. She unbuttoned him blindly, his head blocking her line of sight. When she looked down all she could see was his pleasure-filled face as he drifted from one breast to the other.
As soon as she had bared enough of his skin, she flattened her palms against him and stroked the warm skin of his chest. He was slightly hairy and extremely muscular. His muscles were flexing with the strength he was using to hold up her weight. They tightened and twitched, jumping beneath the touch of her hand.
She ran her hand up to his shoulders and began to push his suit jacket down; he let go of her only long enough to shrug out of it. Then she was pulling his shirt out of his waistband and pushing it down his arms as well. He growled in frustration when he had to leave her in order to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt and help her shuck it off his body. But before he went back to her, she took a moment to look at him in all of his half-naked glory. She touched his face, absorbing the fierce passion in his gaze.
Rafe held her gaze as he settled his hand on the button of her jeans. He undid it with purposeful slowness, giving her every opportunity to resist or protest.
She did not.
He lowered her zipper, exposing the pink fabric of her panties.
“I wouldn’t want to do this here, like this. But I don’t want you to forget me without first having this. I…If they take you away from me, I want something to hold on to. Even if it’s only ever this, I will remember it for the both of us.”
Inexplicable tears leapt into her eyes. She understood. This committee might wipe her memory a short while from now. She would be forced to forget all about this…all about him. She couldn’t leave him without first knowing him.
“I won’t forget you,” she whispered. “Some part of me will remember. Some part of me will be missing you. Missing this.”
He nodded, swallowing visibly. Then she unlocked her legs from around his hips and allowed him to shuck her jeans down her legs and off her body. He did the same with her panties, exposing her to his sight. His fingertips brushed at her lower belly and then through the groomed curls of her mound. He caught her mouth with his once more as he let his fingers slip between her legs. She gasped into his mouth as his fingertips ran along her wet folds. Then they moved back and found her clitoris with unerring accuracy. She exhaled, a sense of relief washing over her, as if she had been waiting for this forever. She felt that static sensation zinging across her clit and the secret places of her body. Her hands went to his waist, working at his belt and then freeing his zipper. She fished for him with a single hand, finding him just by the sheer heat of him. He was radiating body heat at what felt like ten times what should be normal.
She wrapped her fingers around him and her eyes widened slightly at the significant size of him. “Boy. Vampires have it going on, huh?” she said.
He chuckled at that, but it was a strained sound. She couldn’t see his eyes because his lids had lowered, but his pleasure was written all over his face. She stroked him and he groaned.
“Enough!” he barked suddenly. Then he was pulling her up off her feet again and pinning her to the wall with his hips. She pushed his pants and underwear down his hips, just enough to free him, then she moved his hand aside and guided him toward the empty place in her body. That was how she felt. Empty. So empty. She needed to be filled…by him. By them. By something bigger than themselves or the committee or the vampire queen.
She brought him to the cusp of her body and without any preamble he thrust into her. She gasped, her body needing more than a moment to adjust to him. He eased into her the rest of the way after that initial thrust, checking her expression the entire time.
“Am I too much for you?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
She didn’t care. He felt delicious. And he thought the same of her apparently. His hands couldn’t get enough of her, stroking and kneading, his fingers then working to unbutton her silky blouse so his hand could dive into her bra and find her nipple.
She gasped at the bold sensation, the brash confidence of his touch. He reached with his free hand to unclasp her bra from the front, freeing both her breasts in a single tug. He finished opening her blouse to the waist, his free hand caressing the warm skin of her belly while the other focused on her breast. He caught her nipple against his palm, rubbing her and then catching her with his fingers and pinching her in an erotic tug.
Renee’s hands went to his shirt and began to unbutton it. Distantly she was aware of the elevator bell ringing. The alarm that alerted others that the elevator was stuck or stopped. But she wasn’t worried. It could take the better part of an hour before someone would come to fix the “trapped” elevator.
He broke away from her mouth and she took in a large gulp of air. His lips and tongue traced down over her jaw and throat. She closed her eyes and panted for breath as he licked and kissed his way down to the tip of her breast. He jogged her body up a little higher against the wall, bringing her into easier reach of his mouth. His whiskers tickled against her skin as his hot tongue danced against her nipple. Her nipple became a hard, almost painful point, and he flicked and bit at it in light erotic touches. Renee went wet with pleasure and her spine began to tingle.
That was when she realized that all this while he had been giving off small electric charges every time they kissed or touched, but she must have been growing used to it because she only noticed it on a conscious level when it began to run up and down the length of her back. Her whole body felt like a live wire, snapping and crackling and arcing with electric current. It wasn’t painful, but it was a pleasure that bordered on pain. Too much more of this and she didn’t know what she would be doing.
“Rafe, please!” she gasped, not even knowing what she was begging for.
Her nipple filled his mouth and he was sucking on her, his tongue swirling against her in turns. Then he switched to her opposite breast and did the same to it.
Frantic now, she tore at his buttons. She wanted to feel his bare skin. She wanted to feel it against her own. She unbuttoned him blindly, his head blocking her line of sight. When she looked down all she could see was his pleasure-filled face as he drifted from one breast to the other.
As soon as she had bared enough of his skin, she flattened her palms against him and stroked the warm skin of his chest. He was slightly hairy and extremely muscular. His muscles were flexing with the strength he was using to hold up her weight. They tightened and twitched, jumping beneath the touch of her hand.
She ran her hand up to his shoulders and began to push his suit jacket down; he let go of her only long enough to shrug out of it. Then she was pulling his shirt out of his waistband and pushing it down his arms as well. He growled in frustration when he had to leave her in order to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt and help her shuck it off his body. But before he went back to her, she took a moment to look at him in all of his half-naked glory. She touched his face, absorbing the fierce passion in his gaze.
Rafe held her gaze as he settled his hand on the button of her jeans. He undid it with purposeful slowness, giving her every opportunity to resist or protest.
She did not.
He lowered her zipper, exposing the pink fabric of her panties.
“I wouldn’t want to do this here, like this. But I don’t want you to forget me without first having this. I…If they take you away from me, I want something to hold on to. Even if it’s only ever this, I will remember it for the both of us.”
Inexplicable tears leapt into her eyes. She understood. This committee might wipe her memory a short while from now. She would be forced to forget all about this…all about him. She couldn’t leave him without first knowing him.
“I won’t forget you,” she whispered. “Some part of me will remember. Some part of me will be missing you. Missing this.”
He nodded, swallowing visibly. Then she unlocked her legs from around his hips and allowed him to shuck her jeans down her legs and off her body. He did the same with her panties, exposing her to his sight. His fingertips brushed at her lower belly and then through the groomed curls of her mound. He caught her mouth with his once more as he let his fingers slip between her legs. She gasped into his mouth as his fingertips ran along her wet folds. Then they moved back and found her clitoris with unerring accuracy. She exhaled, a sense of relief washing over her, as if she had been waiting for this forever. She felt that static sensation zinging across her clit and the secret places of her body. Her hands went to his waist, working at his belt and then freeing his zipper. She fished for him with a single hand, finding him just by the sheer heat of him. He was radiating body heat at what felt like ten times what should be normal.
She wrapped her fingers around him and her eyes widened slightly at the significant size of him. “Boy. Vampires have it going on, huh?” she said.
He chuckled at that, but it was a strained sound. She couldn’t see his eyes because his lids had lowered, but his pleasure was written all over his face. She stroked him and he groaned.
“Enough!” he barked suddenly. Then he was pulling her up off her feet again and pinning her to the wall with his hips. She pushed his pants and underwear down his hips, just enough to free him, then she moved his hand aside and guided him toward the empty place in her body. That was how she felt. Empty. So empty. She needed to be filled…by him. By them. By something bigger than themselves or the committee or the vampire queen.
She brought him to the cusp of her body and without any preamble he thrust into her. She gasped, her body needing more than a moment to adjust to him. He eased into her the rest of the way after that initial thrust, checking her expression the entire time.
“Am I too much for you?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
