Overcoming

Walking into the light tight room and falling asleep her mind consumed with thoughts of Eric. He had haunted her dreams for so long now that she couldn't imagine not being in his arms when her head hit the pillow. He was so much more than a dream lover to her, he had become the hope that kept her motivated during the day, the songs that she heard on the radio, the whisper of security when she was fighting her fears, and after his rescue of her from the Rogue, he was also her hero.

She felt him when he entered the room without him uttering a single word. Her heart raced in her chest and her eyes opened, “Eric,” the single word a breathless whisper falling from her lips. She attempted to sit up and he moved with lighting speed to the bed, pushing her back down with a strange tenderness. “Do not move, Cara,” he removed his hands and she stared back at him in stunned confusion, complying with his wishes without thought.

The thin material of her gown might as well been non-existent as he gazed down upon her, his eyes full of appreciation. The mocking grin found his face as he allowed his icy blue orbs to take in every inch of her incredible body. He noted the way her hands clenched the sheets to keep from moving, a smirk found his face, before he winked at her. “Completely still,” he whispered the words as his hands found the thin straps of her her gown and lowered them leaving her full breasts exposed to his glance.

She blushed deeply and closed her eyes, feeling shy and uncertain and not quite sure exactly why. Perhaps it was knowing that he was staring at her in a way he had never done before. “Open your eyes, Cara,” he demanded softly as shyness was not a trait he was prepared to allow her to indulge in this night.

She bit her lip nervously and opened her eyes, calling upon every ounce of courage she possessed to allow him to stare upon her without covering herself. It was strangely exciting, while at the same time embarrassing. He allowed his hand to lightly skim across a taught rosy peak, her breath caught in her throat. He watched her face with a smile of satisfied amusement. He knew that it only took the slightest touch from him to completely make her bow to his will.

“Bend your knees, Cara,” he whispered quietly his hands reaching for the hem of her gown. She pulled her knees up and felt her heart race even more as he raised the gown to her her upper thighs. She felt as if her heart would explode out of her chest and her breaths came in soft pants. She wondered why this was so intoxicating to her.

“Raise your hips,” he demanded his tone losing much of the gentleness as he knew what he was asking, and knew she would try to resist. He wanted to gaze upon every last inch of her. He would demand that she prove to him there was nothing she would allow herself to keep from him.

She closed her eyes again, fighting against her insecurities, wanting to please him, terrified of allowing him that much control over her. She shook her head no, allowing her fear to win the battle. Unable to speak, she felt his disappointment as deeply as she felt disappointed in her own ability to give him the things he needed.

“I could leave you alone here, Cara,” his voice and words causing more misery to her heart than her own inability to face her fears. She opened her eyes and the anguish poured out from every fiber of her being. Was she willing to risk losing him to keep a small part of her self separated, she knew the answer was no, as she lifted her hips, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

His answering smile, almost took her breath away until he pulled the gown around her waist leaving her completely bare to his gaze. And at that point she didn't remember breathing at all. He allowed his hand to trail from her ankles to her upper thighs, feeling her shiver at his touch. Lowering his head he placed small kisses from her knees to her hips, and she was mindless of anything except the exquisite pleasure she found in his lips.

As he pulled her thighs apart, she was completely beyond caring what he did to her, he had erased any idea of fear from her with a simple touch of his mouth and hands, she wanted him desperately. He smiled seeing the change in her knowing she really was his to command if he chose at any time. It pleased him greatly that her fears were nothing compared to her devotion to him.

He glanced down at her body, noting the way her hips lifted to his smallest touch, her lips parted breathlessly, and her eyes were glazed with the passion it had taken so very little to ignite. She was on fire for him, wanted to beg him to take her and stop the ache that he had built inside of her, needed to feel his arms around her, his lips on hers. Not moving may indeed have been the greatest test he could have given her, as a soft groan escaped her lips.

He stood up and removed his clothes quickly, her eyes following every movement of his body, drinking him in as deeply as he had done earlier to her. He came back and settled in between her thighs his arms on either side of her head and he looked down into her eyes. “You pleased me greatly tonight, Cara,” his voice whispered as his lips descended upon hers kissing her deeply.

The words alone had brought a joy to her heart that was unparalleled to anything he had spoken to her before. He lowered his head and gently suckled her and she felt she would come undone at any minute. She wanted him right then, didn't want to wait any longer. “Please Eric,” she pleaded her arms wrapping around his neck, her hips arching up off the bed. He laughed softly, “And what is it my impatient little Cara wants,” he questioned enjoying the blush that rose to her cheeks. She bit her lip for a moment before passion won the battle, “You,” she paused, “inside of me now,” feeling no shame in speaking of her needs at the moment.

He was pleased that she had found her voice, and decided he would give in to her needs tonight as he drove deeply inside of her with no warning. She gasped and her legs quickly wrapped around his waist urging him on, needing to feel him so deeply inside of her that they were one. Again and again he drove into her feeling her body crave even more, knowing she needed to feel out of control, hearing her thoughts as easily as he knew his own.

As she lost control and gave over to the blinding passion, he sunk his fangs deeply into her neck drinking in every emotion, finding his own release in both body and the need to feed. She lay there stunned at her own passion as his fangs retracted and he carefully licked at the wound, healing her with his kiss. Somehow tonight he had not only cured her insecurity with her own body, but had allowed a small glimmer of light to fill her dark world.