Erik She has almost driven me to edge of insanity my need for her is so great. I spread those beautiful legs taking in her swollen pussy glistening with her desire and I can hold back no longer, my dick is almost painful with need. I don’t have the restraint to savour sliding into her, positioning myself at her sweet opening I push in hard, fast, completely, groaning with relief as I finally have my need satiated. Stilling inside of her for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her. Her face tells me she is feeling this as much as I am. I smile as her legs wrap around me, squeezing slightly letting me know she wants more and who am I to deny her? I want this to be hard and fast, raw and powerful but I also want her to feel worshipped. Leaning forward I finally am able to take her lips, I crush mine to hers with a deep passionate consuming kiss, her lips part easily for me and I take her tongue with my own, a teasing dance as I begin to move inside of her. As I slowly withdra
Amelia Wakening tucked safely in his arms is heaven and hell wrapped into one. How I wish we could have had a lifetime of this but I know each time we do this I put his life in terrible danger. I need to stop this somehow but every time I’m near him I loose my mind. Feeling him shift beneath me I steel myself and put my mask back in place, I need to stop this now before it spirals beyond control and he ends up dead. “Good morning” he whispers kissing the top of my head and my heart shatters a little. I pull back and look him dead in the eyes, ice rolling through me. I just need to get through this and then I can fall apart again. “You need to get out now” even I want to cringe at my tone but I keep my face like stone. Hurt and confusion take his eyes. “Lia?” Is all he can manage. Sitting up to separate myself from him, untangling us physically and metaphorically. I need to do what I know he will not. “This was a foolish mistake and it will not happen again. I am your
Amelia Stepping out of the hot steam of my shower I’m still in a daze, not quite sure what has just happened or how he so effectively turned the tables on me. I’ve always known how powerful Erik is but it is a side of him he usually denies, locks away from the world but it is exhilarating to see. Wrapping myself in a large towel I wander into my closet, running my fingers along the rows of clothes. Do I defy him and wear a pants suit or play his little game and put on a dress? A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. Only an hour ago I had regained some common sense, knowing I need to pull back from him and now I am caught in his orbit once more. My hand stops on a short black dress and a smile curves over my lips. If he wants to play that game then lets. I feel satisfied as I pull it out and look over it. Tight figure hugging material it ends barely below my still recovering ass making my legs look longer than they are, paired with some killer heels this will look
Amelia His long confident strides carry him away from me as I’m frozen in shock and frustration. I barely make it out of the elevator before the doors close following a few steps behind him now, he doesn’t even look back but somehow I can sense the satisfied smirk on his face. At the door he pauses and holds it open for me yet partially blocking my way, hesitating a moment I stare into his eyes that twinkle with satisfaction. Letting out a little growl as I squeeze past him, his hardness pressing into me as I do. This time I stride confidently on resisting the temptation to look over my shoulder to make sure he is watching me. Of course I don’t need to, I can sense those eyes following my every moment, I just want to look at him. Reaching my office I quickly dash inside and lock the door behind me, breathing properly for the first time since I saw him lounging against the car. I squeeze my thighs together trying to dissipate the need I still feel, it doesn’t work in the
Amelia He smirks as I pull my dress back down over my ass once more hiding my modesty and I dutifully follow his determined strides to the top floor. My stomach flip flops in anticipation of what my punishment will entail. He picks one of the vacant playrooms and holds the door open once more like a gentleman, I wonder how long that will last. The room he has chosen has a plush four poster bed with fresh black satin sheets adorning it. A selection of toys, whips, floggers, lubricants all still packaged and ready for the choosing. His shoulders show tension as he closes the door, locking it and facing me, his lips set in a determined line, his eyes smoulder. “Amelia, you tried to defy me” I don’t know why but I try to defend my actions “Technically I didn’t you never said someone else couldn’t” “Technically” it comes out as a snarl, his eyes hold mine as he loosens his tie and pulls it from his neck, snapping it with a delightful sharp noise in his hands. My counter i
Amelia His lips are fire, his tongue nectar, I am lost to his kiss, every part of me crying for more from him, bursting for release. Lips never leaving mine, his strong hands grip me as he walks me back a few steps, the bed hits the back of my thighs and I feel him lift me placing me on top of it. His fingers work to untie my wrists and I feel a relief that I can touch him again, satiate some of my need but as I reach for him he grips my wrists simultaneously shifting my body up the bed with his own. He deftly re-ties my wrists this time above my head to the post. Once again completely at his mercy. Something feathery soft runs over my body sending pleasurable shivers through me and I hear him chuckle at how my body moves in response to his teasing. He swirls it over my breasts stimulating the clamps and the wave of pleasure makes my pussy contract earning another whine of “Please Sir” I feel him shift down my body and his tongue laps at my pussy, the sensation of the cl
Erik I watch her through the glass to her office and I am equal parts captivated and annoyed. She still somehow has managed to avoid talking to me and explaining what I need to know. My desire for her has clouded my judgement, I’ve let this rumble on too long and too many parts of the puzzle do not fit together. I need answers. At that very moment she looks up and catches my eye, I feel my chest still, even after all of this time there is no other in the world who can affect me like she does with a simple look. Eyes never leaving me she stands and then does a sexy turn putting that practically naked back to me, her beautiful flesh exposed almost to her ass. I feel my body react instantly and have to swallow the rumble of excitement she illicit’s. A flicker of disappointment runs through me as she pulls on her blazer covering my temptation and then picks up her laptop walking purposefully out of her office, followed closely by her PA a nervous looking little vampire.
Amelia I turn to run from him and by some miracle my compulsion has worked, he is not right behind me. I had been uncertain if I had the mental clarity to make my power work the level of shock I felt finding him uncovering my deepest held secrets. He was looking at my sample, has he worked it out? Does he know the truth? What will he do? I feel sick. No wait I actually feel physically sick. Desperately my eyes search the lobby and mercifully there is a trash can not too far away. I’m painfully aware of the extra loud click of my heels on the marble floor as I dash towards it drawing unwanted attention. I barely make it there before my stomach empties loudly into it. I’m embarrassed and don’t dare look up, unable to bare the curious looks of those passing by. In a thousand years I have not been sick, vampires don’t get sick. Can he honestly affect me so strongly? As only bile remains my wretching begins to stop and I can breathe again. Wiping the tears from my cheeks I
Clara I allow my hands to roam over his hard muscular chest, sliding them up around his neck and into his dark hair, I feel myself tug at it with need as his tongue becomes more and more insistent. My mind whirls with the incredible feel of every flick of his tongue, lost to my need for him. Suddenly his weight shifts, those strong hands grip my hips and I’m pulled on top of him as he shifts back, never breaking our kiss. This new position puts me right over his rock hard need and oh my, it is impressive. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he grips my hips pulling me closer to him. Feeling bereft as his lips leave mine but only for a second as he leaves a blazing trail of kisses from my lips to the base of my neck, where he buries his face into the nape of my neck and then begins to gently, teasingly suck a spot, I feel the graze of his teeth and then the most delicious shiver of pleasure runs through me as he bites into me, slowly sensually drinking from me. It has n
Clara The cool night air bites at my cheeks as we step out onto the street, the feeling of his hand in mine electric. The hotel looms before us and we both take a step in that direction and then pause with an awkward laugh. “You’re staying there too?” He chuckles in that deep hypnotic tone. I nod suddenly shy, even if we are the same, how do I tell him about the tragedy of my life, explain what I am doing here and then another thought hits me, what if he is from one of the houses loyal to Damien? Knowing my luck he will be, which leads me to another even more terrifying thought, what if he was actually sent by Damien? Could it really be a coincidence that he is here so close to the mansion by accident. I feel my whole body tense as the pessimistic thoughts flood through me. A gentle tug on my hand snaps me back into the moment, his beautiful face filled with concern as he studies my features. Surely someone who looks like a literal angel can’t be evil? Yet I know how stupid
Clara Sitting alone at a bar has to be a new low for me but I don’t know what else to do with myself. The bar itself is decent, in the bustling town not far from the mansion, I had to leave, to breathe, I’ve been a vampire for exactly eighteen years and those years have been miserable. I couldn’t leave Amelia, she protected me before she even knew me and I had to do the same but the last few weeks have been emotionally exhausting. Erik was gone for an especially long time this last trip, Miranda and Papa no longer speak even to each other it’s like they’re dead inside and everyone else has long ago departed the sinking ship like the rats they are. There’s only so much flower arranging and talking to an unresponsive Amelia and Nico one can take before they feel like they’re starting to go insane. I just need a little space, a little fresh air before I go back. I jump a little as I feel a presence slide into the bar seat beside me, their energy is electric but I’m so drained
*** 18 Years Later*** Erik Standing before the once grand house that I had called home for so many years I hesitate to walk up the steps, now strewn with leaves and debris. The formerly immaculate white building that had neatly manicured wisteria and Ivy winding around the grand entrance pillars is now overgrown and greying. It looks cold and empty, soulless, a far cry from when it was bustling with our family. The big window shutters all firmly closed even though it is the middle of the day, shielding the world from the misery that lies beyond them. I don’t blame the others for abandoning us the house is a monument to pain and loss. My anger and bitterness consumes me, heightened every time I return here. I have spent eighteen years scouring the globe for my son, turning over every rock, investigating every possible sighting, I have never come even close to him. I am a monumental failure and I dread each time I must come back empty handed to tell Amelia how useless I am.
Amelia Physically I feel fine, better than fine, my body is like nothing ever happened to it but my heart is forever changed. I had always thought nothing could compare to the love I felt for Erik but the love I have for Rowan consumes me, yet, with it comes fear and anxiety like I had never imagined. I can feel the raw power radiating from him, it’s like nothing I have ever experienced and it fills part of me with a hope that has always eluded me, that Damian can be defeated. In equal measures the knowledge of the terror Damian would be able to reign with that power under his control, it chills me to the core, everyone would be doomed. And that thought has my body trembling with rage, that we have let the immediate threat to Rowan slip through our fingers. She’s out there free to betray us all over again and put my son in danger. I hear the roar of anger that releases from me like it has come from someone else. I move to chase her through the passages, to capture her befo
Erik As soon as I walk through the doors to the bedroom my heart instantly calms and then soars. Lia is just walking out of the bathroom, dressed and looking perfectly healthy once more. Clara surprisingly is holding Rowan and they seem to be under each others spell, his tiny little hand touching her face and neither even so much glances my way as I enter. Nico rises from the sofa where he was lounging, he looks relaxed but I can tell he is on full alert underneath the exterior. His hand pats me on the shoulder and he leans in “How did it go?” His voice low to keep the conversation between us. A heavy sigh releases from me before my words “About as good as you would expect, the guards are helping her to move on as we speak” Even with our hushed tones I see Lia’s ears prick up at our conversation and she changes direction to come and join us. Her eyes narrow “what are you two whispering about?” We exchange looks, I had wanted to keep her out of this, let her enjoy Rowan and
Erik My very blood is boiling as I march towards the room that Nico had Harlow confined to. As I approach I am pleased to see there have been two guards stationed at the door, their eyebrows raise in curiosity as they take in my angered demeanour. They are quick to move out of my way and I feel the force that I yank the door open, it banging loudly against the wall. My eyes rake the room for her and I find her sprawled on the bed, her now surprised face streaked with mascara tears, skin raw and red from her crying. A small part of me tugs with sympathy for her pain but then I remember her betrayal. The memories Miranda had helped me stitch back together can only lead to one conclusion she worked with Damian, she played a part in my memories of Amelia being wiped away. She is not who I thought she was. After a moments hesitation she leaps from the bed barrelling towards me arms open wide to embrace me. I catch her wrists before she can touch me and hold her in place, I see t
Erik The room is a flurry of activity and I just stand there in a daze as Miranda barks requests at everyone. This is actually happening! My child, our child, he is about to be born! I feel a strong grip on my shoulders and focus in on Nico in front of my face, there’s a look of excitement all over his features. “Erik it’s happening get with it!” He barks at me and then he’s gone following some request from Miranda. He’s right, I give myself a shake and move into action. I couldn’t even count the amount of babies I’ve delivered in my long life, this should be me and not Miranda delivering my son. Dashing into the bathroom I quickly wash myself with cold water, the sharp sting on my skin calling me to life, waking every nerve ending and then I’m back in the flurry of activity. Gently I look to move Miranda away from Lia so I can check her progress, she gives me a confused glance and then shakes her head “Erik I’m forgetting myself” A warm smile spreads over my face, we al
Amelia Everything inside of me is churning as I watch his features change from pain to something calmer and more peaceful. Miranda is truly a god send her power over the mind a blessing in her hands but if she was a different person it could be lethal. I give thanks she is on our side. Second by second my heart hurts waiting for him to wake up, Nico’s arms are wrapped tightly around me and I pull every bit of comfort I can from them. Papa paces nervously across the room, pain etched on every feature. I curse the day Damian was born. Slowly his eyes begin to flutter open and that same look of peace stays on his face, it takes him a moment to focus and then his eyes open wide at all of the gathered people. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice hoarse from the screaming, quickly I pass over a glass of water as Miranda helps him to sit up, his features becoming more confused. Gently I stroke the sweat soaked hair back from his forehead “You were screaming my love, Miranda helpe