She fell asleep quickly that night, knowing he would follow her into her dreams like every night before. Tonight she longed for him to find her, longed to look into his icy blue eyes and give him everything he asked of her and more still. He was strangely enough her sanity, when she felt so completely lost in the real world, there was only confusion and pain in that world, but not here lost in the arms of her Sheriff. Her dream world was the one place that she only had to please on person, Mr. Northman, and his pleasure would always allow her to find her own.
Leaning over her in the bed, his mocking laugh knowing,"You were waiting for me." There was no question in that cool voice, only complete certainty that he owned her completely. "Yes Sir," her voice was quiet giving him the respect he was due, her eyes cast as she cast aside the covers that hid her from his view. She didn't want to hide from him, she wanted to please him, to be everything he needed for whatever brief amount of time he would allow her to do so.
He pulled her up into his arms, a satisfied smirk lighting his beautiful face. "You are learning well, Cara," his voice whispered softly in her ear. She trembled uncontrollably, a feeling of complete satisfaction fulfilling her at his words. His hands found each side of her face forcing her to look into the cool blue depths, "You are mine, no other will touch what belongs to me," his voice low but filled with posession, "unless I choose it because it suits my needs." She closed her eyes and nodded because no words could deny the truth he had spoken.
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, she could barely breath, her heart pounded in her chest, shivers moving through every inch of her body. Lifting her arms she wrapped them around his neck, aching to be closer to him, wishing she could crawl inside of him and be a part of him for eternity. Her hands tangled in his hair holding him as their mouths continued the sensual dance.
Standing up quickly he undressed his eyes never leaving hers and she couldn't pull her eyes from the incredible vision he made standing in all his glory before her, it took her breath away. She had worn nothing to bed that night, hoping he would appear and wanting him to know that she would never hide from him again. He stood beside the bed and glanced down over her beautiful form his eyes filled with a dark desire she hoped she could fulfill.
She reached out a hand and ran it across his sculpted abdomen, her hands trembling with the need she felt for him, her nails slightly raking across that perfection of flesh. Sitting up one bed, while he stood towering over her, her eyes meeting his as her hand grasped him caressing him boldly, her own desire flooding through her body. He smirked as he watched her never moving, allowing her to explore his body like the wanton he was turning her into.
Her eyes moved to focus on the huge length of him, and her mouth was drawn to him, aching to taste him and needing to pleasure him. Her tongue traced every long, hard inch of him, before drawing him deeper inside her mouth. Closing her own eyes as her hands and mouth worked their magic, his growl of pleasure fueling her on, her own body trembling in need. Every stroke of her tongue against his flesh was pulling her closer to the edge, she needed him so desperately, craved him like nothing she had ever desired before.
With a quickness that startled her, he pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs. With one quick thrust he entered, pleased to note how ready she was for him. Wrapping her legs around his waist she urged him on, arching up to meet him. She wanted all of him, more, now, never to stop her nails biting into his back, a helpless whimper escaping her lips as he drove into her again, her breath held at the incredible passion that he brought out in her.
This was no sweet mating of lovers, it was possession, he was the Master, and she his willing slave. He demanded with every thrust of his body inside of her, she submitted with every ounce of passion she had to give, urging him on, begging him with her body in a way words could never express. The quietness of the night, broken by her screams of his name, as he rode her until all thoughts escaped her head and her body melted into that tiny moment of blackness where nothing seemed to exist. He followed closely behind her, his fangs sliding deeply into her neck drinking while her body clenched him tightly inside of her.
Her head thrown back in pure abandonment, wanting him to drink her into him until there was nothing left, knowing never again would she feel this deeply, want this badly, crave so longingly. He pulled away fulfilled, gazing down at her with a strange new glint in his eyes. He knew her thoughts, and understood she would forfeit her life to give him pleasure. The thought was one that pleased him on all levels, and he knew there might come a time when he would may just take that gift, but not tonight. She had pleased him greatly, and he knew with no doubts that she would be loyal to him as long as he chose to keep her.
She bit her lip to stop from crying out, almost willing him to sacrifice her wanting to offer him the only gift that was left for her to offer him. His knowing smirk found his face again, "There will be other ways you can show me your loyalty, Cara," he laughed mockingly. His hand caressed her cheek as his eyes bore into hers, "I do not require your life," he paused and his gaze intensified, "at least not tonight."
She awakened alone in her bed, the covers tangled in disarray around her. Somehow knowing that she came very close to non-existence during her dream, and slightly breathless as she understood it would have been a gift to have been allowed to serve him in that way.
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