Immortal Beloved: Chapter Twenty (NC-17)
It's been MONTHS! Months, I tell you. But nonetheless, here is Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
“Did you do it?”
Vicki stopped short on her way to the bedroom. Turning, she found Henry on the couch, a drink in his hand and a scowl on his face. “What?”
“Did you do it?”
“Do what?” she asked, knowing exactly what he was talking about, but decided to fuck with him anyway. It was only fair after his caveman attitude at the club.
He glared at her. “You know what. Did you fuck him?”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” she shot back, smirking.
“I’m not asking a lady,” he countered.
Stalking over to him, she raised her hand and he jumped up, grabbing her wrist. “I don’t think so, Victoria.”
“Is this how it started with you and Christina?” she asked. “The jealousy?”
“This has nothing to do with Christina,” Henry hissed.
“I think it has everything to do with Christina. She made you, she left you, she murdered me, you turned me and now you’re doing the things she did. Getting jealous over my prey.”
“But you don’t get jealous when it comes to my prey, do you?” he asked, smirking.
“I’ve accepted it,” she said defiantly, folding her arms across her chest.
“So you would be fine if I was to bring a woman home to feed?”
“Yes.”
“And if I was to lay her in our bed--”
“It’s your bed, you can do what you want in it,” she snapped and stalked off.
He followed her. “You’re lying. You’re lying just to prove a point.”
She rounded on him, throwing up her arms in exasperation. “What the hell do you know?”
“I know more than you think.”
“That’s right, because you’re my Sire, right?” she said sarcastically.
“Knowing you has nothing to do with being your Sire.”
“Because you’re in love with me, right?” she scoffed, walking away.
“You don’t believe that I am?” he asked, following her once again.
“I don’t know what to believe, Henry,” she said frankly. “You’ve been going on and on about wanting me to learn how to hunt. Then when I ask to do so, you get territorial on me and ruin what was probably going to be a quick and easy feed.”
“I didn’t like the way he was touching you,” Henry growled.
Grabbing her t-shirt off the bed, she shook her head. “That’s a double standard, Henry. I’ve seen women come on to you and I’ve seen you come on to them. So, what, you get to do it and I can’t?”
Henry softened, some of the fight leaving him. “I didn’t realize how it was going to make me feel.”
“Seems we’ve reached an impasse,” she said softly.
“Did you do it?” he asked quietly, bracing himself for the answer.
“No,” she admitted, “I didn’t.”
Relief flooded Henry and he fought the urge to gather her in his arms. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t not do it for you,” she told him. “I didn’t do it because…because…”
“Because?” he prompted.
Frustrated, she shook her head. “Forget it.”
“No, tell me,” he urged.
“Because its not who I am!” she burst out. “I’m not a seductress, I’m not…I was tipsy and it gave me courage, but if I was sober I wouldn’t be able to do it…I’m just not that woman. Not like the women you know and feed from--”
In an instant he was before her, pressing a finger to her lips, shushing her. “Stop right there.” He shook his head, chuckled a little. “Not a seductress? Vicki, you turned me on and left me wanting in the hallway of that club.”
She seemed to consider that for a minute.
“You know what the sexiest thing about you is?” he purred, trailing a finger down her neck.
She shivered under his touch. “No, what?” she whispered.
“The fact that you don’t even know how sexy you are. Those women, they know what they’re doing, all their moves are calculated. You’re not like that, you’re all natural.”
“Henry--”
“Ssshhh,” he shushed her and kissed her, tugging her to him and slipping his hands over her bottom, urging her to feel exactly what she did to him. “I wanted you the minute I met you,” he whispered, taking the t-shirt out of her hands and tossing it on the floor. He meant to have her naked and in his bed for the rest of the night. There would be nothing between them.
She moaned when his hand fit over her breast and her eyes shut while her head tipped back just ever so slightly. Henry took advantage of that by flicking his tongue against her neck, grinning when she gasped softly.
Making quick work of her shirt, he tugged it free and then discarded her bra shortly after. Pushing her down on the bed, he quickly divested himself of his own shirt and stalked up her body like a panther. She watched him hungrily, anxiously, and he smirked before he claimed her mouth with his.
Rolling to his side, he propped his head up with one arm and watched her watch him while he unfastened her jeans and slipped a hand inside her panties.
“Henry,” she gasped when his finger slid up her folds and caressed her clit.
“Every little thing you do is sexy,” he told her gently. “The way you smile, laugh, the fact that you’re so intelligent and feisty…and those tight jeans you wear. You have a delectable ass, Vicki; did I ever tell you that?”
Her eyes fluttered open and met his. “No…”
Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her while slipping his finger inside her.
“Henry,” she breathed. “Please…”
After her stunt that night, Henry figured he was due a little begging from her. “Please, what Vicki?”
“I need you…”
“Where? Where do you need me?” he inquired huskily.
“Inside me…”
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes,” she hissed when he stroked her clit.
“You want just me inside you.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Say the words, Victoria. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she burst out.
That’d do. Shucking off his pants and boxers and removing the rest of her clothes, Henry laid himself between her legs and urged her to wrap her legs around him. When she complied, he sunk inside her.
Sharing a moan with her, Henry buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her there while slowly and methodically stroking himself inside her. Tugging on his hair to get his attention, she forced him to look up and when he did, she kissed him hard, licking across his lips and deepening the kiss when he opened his mouth to grant her questing tongue access.
Soon the need for release took over and Henry thrust himself harder inside her. Her head fell back against the bed and she bit her lip and moaned.
“Do you like me inside you?” he asked huskily, holding himself up on bent elbows by her face.
“Yes,” she hissed and thrust herself into him.
“Say it, tell me you love having me inside you,” he growled.
“I love having you inside me, Henry,” she rushed out just before she came, sinking her teeth into his neck, drinking from him.
The sensation of her walls massaging him and her fangs in his neck had Henry coming, and he bit her, sank his fangs in her neck as he ejaculated inside her.
Breaking away as their orgasms abated, Henry rolled them to their sides. He was still hard.
“Impossible,” she muttered when she felt him, still hard, against her leg.
He grinned. “Definitely possible. Don’t worry. I’ll give you a few minutes before I’m inside you again.”
Chapter Twenty
“Did you do it?”
Vicki stopped short on her way to the bedroom. Turning, she found Henry on the couch, a drink in his hand and a scowl on his face. “What?”
“Did you do it?”
“Do what?” she asked, knowing exactly what he was talking about, but decided to fuck with him anyway. It was only fair after his caveman attitude at the club.
He glared at her. “You know what. Did you fuck him?”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” she shot back, smirking.
“I’m not asking a lady,” he countered.
Stalking over to him, she raised her hand and he jumped up, grabbing her wrist. “I don’t think so, Victoria.”
“Is this how it started with you and Christina?” she asked. “The jealousy?”
“This has nothing to do with Christina,” Henry hissed.
“I think it has everything to do with Christina. She made you, she left you, she murdered me, you turned me and now you’re doing the things she did. Getting jealous over my prey.”
“But you don’t get jealous when it comes to my prey, do you?” he asked, smirking.
“I’ve accepted it,” she said defiantly, folding her arms across her chest.
“So you would be fine if I was to bring a woman home to feed?”
“Yes.”
“And if I was to lay her in our bed--”
“It’s your bed, you can do what you want in it,” she snapped and stalked off.
He followed her. “You’re lying. You’re lying just to prove a point.”
She rounded on him, throwing up her arms in exasperation. “What the hell do you know?”
“I know more than you think.”
“That’s right, because you’re my Sire, right?” she said sarcastically.
“Knowing you has nothing to do with being your Sire.”
“Because you’re in love with me, right?” she scoffed, walking away.
“You don’t believe that I am?” he asked, following her once again.
“I don’t know what to believe, Henry,” she said frankly. “You’ve been going on and on about wanting me to learn how to hunt. Then when I ask to do so, you get territorial on me and ruin what was probably going to be a quick and easy feed.”
“I didn’t like the way he was touching you,” Henry growled.
Grabbing her t-shirt off the bed, she shook her head. “That’s a double standard, Henry. I’ve seen women come on to you and I’ve seen you come on to them. So, what, you get to do it and I can’t?”
Henry softened, some of the fight leaving him. “I didn’t realize how it was going to make me feel.”
“Seems we’ve reached an impasse,” she said softly.
“Did you do it?” he asked quietly, bracing himself for the answer.
“No,” she admitted, “I didn’t.”
Relief flooded Henry and he fought the urge to gather her in his arms. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t not do it for you,” she told him. “I didn’t do it because…because…”
“Because?” he prompted.
Frustrated, she shook her head. “Forget it.”
“No, tell me,” he urged.
“Because its not who I am!” she burst out. “I’m not a seductress, I’m not…I was tipsy and it gave me courage, but if I was sober I wouldn’t be able to do it…I’m just not that woman. Not like the women you know and feed from--”
In an instant he was before her, pressing a finger to her lips, shushing her. “Stop right there.” He shook his head, chuckled a little. “Not a seductress? Vicki, you turned me on and left me wanting in the hallway of that club.”
She seemed to consider that for a minute.
“You know what the sexiest thing about you is?” he purred, trailing a finger down her neck.
She shivered under his touch. “No, what?” she whispered.
“The fact that you don’t even know how sexy you are. Those women, they know what they’re doing, all their moves are calculated. You’re not like that, you’re all natural.”
“Henry--”
“Ssshhh,” he shushed her and kissed her, tugging her to him and slipping his hands over her bottom, urging her to feel exactly what she did to him. “I wanted you the minute I met you,” he whispered, taking the t-shirt out of her hands and tossing it on the floor. He meant to have her naked and in his bed for the rest of the night. There would be nothing between them.
She moaned when his hand fit over her breast and her eyes shut while her head tipped back just ever so slightly. Henry took advantage of that by flicking his tongue against her neck, grinning when she gasped softly.
Making quick work of her shirt, he tugged it free and then discarded her bra shortly after. Pushing her down on the bed, he quickly divested himself of his own shirt and stalked up her body like a panther. She watched him hungrily, anxiously, and he smirked before he claimed her mouth with his.
Rolling to his side, he propped his head up with one arm and watched her watch him while he unfastened her jeans and slipped a hand inside her panties.
“Henry,” she gasped when his finger slid up her folds and caressed her clit.
“Every little thing you do is sexy,” he told her gently. “The way you smile, laugh, the fact that you’re so intelligent and feisty…and those tight jeans you wear. You have a delectable ass, Vicki; did I ever tell you that?”
Her eyes fluttered open and met his. “No…”
Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her while slipping his finger inside her.
“Henry,” she breathed. “Please…”
After her stunt that night, Henry figured he was due a little begging from her. “Please, what Vicki?”
“I need you…”
“Where? Where do you need me?” he inquired huskily.
“Inside me…”
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes,” she hissed when he stroked her clit.
“You want just me inside you.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Say the words, Victoria. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she burst out.
That’d do. Shucking off his pants and boxers and removing the rest of her clothes, Henry laid himself between her legs and urged her to wrap her legs around him. When she complied, he sunk inside her.
Sharing a moan with her, Henry buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her there while slowly and methodically stroking himself inside her. Tugging on his hair to get his attention, she forced him to look up and when he did, she kissed him hard, licking across his lips and deepening the kiss when he opened his mouth to grant her questing tongue access.
Soon the need for release took over and Henry thrust himself harder inside her. Her head fell back against the bed and she bit her lip and moaned.
“Do you like me inside you?” he asked huskily, holding himself up on bent elbows by her face.
“Yes,” she hissed and thrust herself into him.
“Say it, tell me you love having me inside you,” he growled.
“I love having you inside me, Henry,” she rushed out just before she came, sinking her teeth into his neck, drinking from him.
The sensation of her walls massaging him and her fangs in his neck had Henry coming, and he bit her, sank his fangs in her neck as he ejaculated inside her.
Breaking away as their orgasms abated, Henry rolled them to their sides. He was still hard.
“Impossible,” she muttered when she felt him, still hard, against her leg.
He grinned. “Definitely possible. Don’t worry. I’ll give you a few minutes before I’m inside you again.”