Immortal Beloved: Chapter Sixteen
Finally! And I mean on the chapter, not what's in it lol.
Tearing his fangs from her neck, Henry gazed at Vicki with pure unadulterated lust and need. She gazed right back at him with the same and before he could suggest his comfortable bed where no one could interrupt them, she was fumbling with his belt buckle and unzipping his jeans. He hardened further, if that were possible. Vicki was taking control, Vicki was the one reaching for him and damn if he had it in him to stop her, stop this. His vampire visage slipped and now he was Henry, the man, the man that loved her and wanted her, desperately.
Pushing her against the brick wall behind them, he reached down to her own jeans, cursing inwardly that she didn’t go for feminine skirts. That would have been helpful right about now. He growled, pushing the offending course material down her legs as far as he could to gain access to her center - and then she touched him and all was lost. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as she stroked him, her skin hot despite the fact that it should be cool, testament to how her blood was pumping hard in her body -- their blood.
How many times had he imagined this? Imagined her touching him, stroking him, making love to him? Too many times to count. Staring into her eyes, he wondered if she’d ever imagined him the way he’d imagined her.
“Henry,” she whispered pleadingly, her now blue eyes, begging him. “Touch me.”
He could have come at her words. Simple words that meant so much to him - she wanted him, she wanted his touch, she wanted his love. Ripping her panties from her supple body, to which she gasped in surprise, Henry softly, teasingly, glided a finger along her folds. Fuck, she was sopping wet. For him. It was for him. Not an incubus, not Mike, him. Easing a finger inside her warm, tight depths, he used his finger to stroke her clit. Her eyes rolled back this time, her head thudding against the wall behind her and she squeezed him in her hands, eliciting a groan from him.
He pumped her slowly, enjoying the play of pleasure flickering across her face. She surprised him by grabbing his wrist, halting him.
“Please,” she gasped, “I need…inside me…”
Oh he knew that desperation all too well. He felt it too; felt that he would implode if he didn’t get inside her. Sliding his finger out of her he brought it to his mouth quickly, licking her juices off and moaning at her sweet peach taste. Later, he told himself. Later he would feast on her, worship her, and show her exactly what she meant to him.
Grabbing her hips, he lifted her, positioned himself and kissed her sweetly as she wrapped her arms around him and sank down on him. Tearing his lips from hers at the moment of completion, Henry swore softly.
“What?” she asked, tensing.
He shook his head, sweeping her hair from her face and nuzzling her cheek. “Home,” he whispered, “Finally.”
There were so many words inside him, so many things he wanted to tell her, but Christ, he couldn’t talk. Couldn’t do anything but love her with his body as well as he could in their half-dressed, up against the wall, almost in public, state. Needing more, he glided his hands under her shirt, feeling her soft skin under him. Henry shuddered and she moaned. The sound was pure bliss to his ears and he thrust harder inside her, wanting to hear more of those sounds. To him, it was like a symphony, a concert just for him.
Finding the swell of her breasts, he pushed her bra up, filling his hands with her silken globes. The feel of her hard nipples caused him to groan and he bent his head, kissing one breast through her shirt, suckling it in his mouth.
“Henry,” she whimpered and his control, he found, was slipping. Turning his attention to her other breast with his mouth, he caressed the neglected one with his thumb, flicking it across her nipple and eliciting a soft cry from her.
She tugged on his hair and he looked up at her, instinctively seeking her mouth with his own. Flicking his tongue inside her mouth, he curled it around hers and they danced. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pumped her, his thrusts gaining momentum, the need to fill her with his seed a growing demand.
“Henry,” she whispered, her eyes black as she pulled back and looked at him.
He nodded, “Yes.” And he tilted his neck to the side.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Sliding her fangs in his neck, he nearly howled and his control snapped. He pounded her hard, jack hammering inside her with great force and she slipped her fangs out, soft cries scratching the back of her throat. She was coming, he could feel a gush of her wetness coating his cock and he knew he wasn’t going to be far behind. Her head flopped back to the wall and her hands gripped his arms, digging in.
Vicki’s neck… her body...his feast. With a growl, Henry bit her, drawing her essence in his mouth, his mind screaming, Yes, yes, yes…
“Vicki!” he roared, retracting his fangs and coming inside her. His orgasm was so intense, he felt he could black out from it. Her eyes fluttered shut and she shuddered, coming once more, squeezing him dry.
Her head fell against his shoulder and her body grew limp. Henry held her tight, his mind and body buzzing. It happened, it happened. It really happened, he thought, amazed, I made love to her, I made love to Vicki. Finally, I made love to Vicki. If she wanted a second go round, he was ready for it. She however, didn’t seem so ready.
“Henry,” she murmured.
Stroking her back, Henry gently licked the remains of her blood on her neck. “Are you all right?”
“You’re hard again.”
He chuckled, “It’s what you do to me, love.”
“How come I’m so tired if you’re ready to go again? Wait, don’t tell me. I’m still adjusting?”
“That and you tried something new. You hunted.”
Lifting her head, she smiled sleepily at him. “I got you.”
“You got me a long time ago,” he whispered, bringing his forehead down to hers.
Her arms loosened even more and she slipped from him, stepping back sheepishly and righting her jeans. He stared at her, stunned. Vicki Nelson was not one for shyness and at that moment, she looked positively bashful. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he grabbed her to him, nuzzling her neck. “Vicki…” he whispered.
“I’m not sure we can beat scrutiny for much longer,” she told him, lifting his jeans over his firm buttocks. “Another go round and we’re definitely drawing attention.”
Gripping her hips, he said huskily, against her ear, “I want you.”
“Henry…”
He knew that tone all to well. She was about to scold him. Not wanting that, Henry reluctantly righted his clothes while Vicki reached under her shirt and fixed her bra. Buttoning her jacket with a blush, Henry grinned. Oh, he had plans for her when they got home.
“Henry?”
“Yes?” he asked, taking her hand and tugging her with him. He just couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
“Was it like that with Christina?”
He frowned at the question; the last thing he wanted to talk about was his ex. He wanted to bask in her and what they’d just done; everything else could go to hell.
“Why are you asking me that?”
“I’m just wondering.”
“Why?”
“I’m curious to know when we’ll end up hating each other.”
Tearing his fangs from her neck, Henry gazed at Vicki with pure unadulterated lust and need. She gazed right back at him with the same and before he could suggest his comfortable bed where no one could interrupt them, she was fumbling with his belt buckle and unzipping his jeans. He hardened further, if that were possible. Vicki was taking control, Vicki was the one reaching for him and damn if he had it in him to stop her, stop this. His vampire visage slipped and now he was Henry, the man, the man that loved her and wanted her, desperately.
Pushing her against the brick wall behind them, he reached down to her own jeans, cursing inwardly that she didn’t go for feminine skirts. That would have been helpful right about now. He growled, pushing the offending course material down her legs as far as he could to gain access to her center - and then she touched him and all was lost. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as she stroked him, her skin hot despite the fact that it should be cool, testament to how her blood was pumping hard in her body -- their blood.
How many times had he imagined this? Imagined her touching him, stroking him, making love to him? Too many times to count. Staring into her eyes, he wondered if she’d ever imagined him the way he’d imagined her.
“Henry,” she whispered pleadingly, her now blue eyes, begging him. “Touch me.”
He could have come at her words. Simple words that meant so much to him - she wanted him, she wanted his touch, she wanted his love. Ripping her panties from her supple body, to which she gasped in surprise, Henry softly, teasingly, glided a finger along her folds. Fuck, she was sopping wet. For him. It was for him. Not an incubus, not Mike, him. Easing a finger inside her warm, tight depths, he used his finger to stroke her clit. Her eyes rolled back this time, her head thudding against the wall behind her and she squeezed him in her hands, eliciting a groan from him.
He pumped her slowly, enjoying the play of pleasure flickering across her face. She surprised him by grabbing his wrist, halting him.
“Please,” she gasped, “I need…inside me…”
Oh he knew that desperation all too well. He felt it too; felt that he would implode if he didn’t get inside her. Sliding his finger out of her he brought it to his mouth quickly, licking her juices off and moaning at her sweet peach taste. Later, he told himself. Later he would feast on her, worship her, and show her exactly what she meant to him.
Grabbing her hips, he lifted her, positioned himself and kissed her sweetly as she wrapped her arms around him and sank down on him. Tearing his lips from hers at the moment of completion, Henry swore softly.
“What?” she asked, tensing.
He shook his head, sweeping her hair from her face and nuzzling her cheek. “Home,” he whispered, “Finally.”
There were so many words inside him, so many things he wanted to tell her, but Christ, he couldn’t talk. Couldn’t do anything but love her with his body as well as he could in their half-dressed, up against the wall, almost in public, state. Needing more, he glided his hands under her shirt, feeling her soft skin under him. Henry shuddered and she moaned. The sound was pure bliss to his ears and he thrust harder inside her, wanting to hear more of those sounds. To him, it was like a symphony, a concert just for him.
Finding the swell of her breasts, he pushed her bra up, filling his hands with her silken globes. The feel of her hard nipples caused him to groan and he bent his head, kissing one breast through her shirt, suckling it in his mouth.
“Henry,” she whimpered and his control, he found, was slipping. Turning his attention to her other breast with his mouth, he caressed the neglected one with his thumb, flicking it across her nipple and eliciting a soft cry from her.
She tugged on his hair and he looked up at her, instinctively seeking her mouth with his own. Flicking his tongue inside her mouth, he curled it around hers and they danced. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pumped her, his thrusts gaining momentum, the need to fill her with his seed a growing demand.
“Henry,” she whispered, her eyes black as she pulled back and looked at him.
He nodded, “Yes.” And he tilted his neck to the side.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Sliding her fangs in his neck, he nearly howled and his control snapped. He pounded her hard, jack hammering inside her with great force and she slipped her fangs out, soft cries scratching the back of her throat. She was coming, he could feel a gush of her wetness coating his cock and he knew he wasn’t going to be far behind. Her head flopped back to the wall and her hands gripped his arms, digging in.
Vicki’s neck… her body...his feast. With a growl, Henry bit her, drawing her essence in his mouth, his mind screaming, Yes, yes, yes…
“Vicki!” he roared, retracting his fangs and coming inside her. His orgasm was so intense, he felt he could black out from it. Her eyes fluttered shut and she shuddered, coming once more, squeezing him dry.
Her head fell against his shoulder and her body grew limp. Henry held her tight, his mind and body buzzing. It happened, it happened. It really happened, he thought, amazed, I made love to her, I made love to Vicki. Finally, I made love to Vicki. If she wanted a second go round, he was ready for it. She however, didn’t seem so ready.
“Henry,” she murmured.
Stroking her back, Henry gently licked the remains of her blood on her neck. “Are you all right?”
“You’re hard again.”
He chuckled, “It’s what you do to me, love.”
“How come I’m so tired if you’re ready to go again? Wait, don’t tell me. I’m still adjusting?”
“That and you tried something new. You hunted.”
Lifting her head, she smiled sleepily at him. “I got you.”
“You got me a long time ago,” he whispered, bringing his forehead down to hers.
Her arms loosened even more and she slipped from him, stepping back sheepishly and righting her jeans. He stared at her, stunned. Vicki Nelson was not one for shyness and at that moment, she looked positively bashful. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he grabbed her to him, nuzzling her neck. “Vicki…” he whispered.
“I’m not sure we can beat scrutiny for much longer,” she told him, lifting his jeans over his firm buttocks. “Another go round and we’re definitely drawing attention.”
Gripping her hips, he said huskily, against her ear, “I want you.”
“Henry…”
He knew that tone all to well. She was about to scold him. Not wanting that, Henry reluctantly righted his clothes while Vicki reached under her shirt and fixed her bra. Buttoning her jacket with a blush, Henry grinned. Oh, he had plans for her when they got home.
“Henry?”
“Yes?” he asked, taking her hand and tugging her with him. He just couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
“Was it like that with Christina?”
He frowned at the question; the last thing he wanted to talk about was his ex. He wanted to bask in her and what they’d just done; everything else could go to hell.
“Why are you asking me that?”
“I’m just wondering.”
“Why?”
“I’m curious to know when we’ll end up hating each other.”