Bite Shift

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That was all he needed to hear to act; it was all I needed to hear to let go. That one word allowed me to accept what I wanted; him. It was too late to turn back and I was going to make every moment worth it. I let the fact that this beautiful man wanted me wash over me and give me courage. His mouth was back on mine in a fraction of a second. The heat and electricity had found each other again and danced together. This time, they were not limited to our mouths but swayed between our bodies. As it glided over my breasts, I felt my nipples respond and fight against my bra. As if he sensed the ache, his left hand found my breast and held it firm. His right hand was moving through my hair and clenched the thick black waves, like he was holding on to catch his balance. Our kiss was feverish and frantic, like a desert survivor finding water; we couldn't get enough.

My hands found his chest again, sliding under his shirt and pressing to each side. I meant to widen the opening of his shirt but every button gave way, flying in all directions. He reached back quickly to release the sleeves and returned to where he was, never taking his lips off of mine or slowing the momentum of that kiss. The shirt was off; I had ripped it off. I felt stronger than I ever had, empowered by his lust for me. He didn't react to his shirt being ruined but did react to my hands sliding to his back and kneading the muscles underneath. The image of the snake came back to me again. The impossibly strong muscles rolling just under the softest skin. The thought didn't stop me, it excited me. Like that snake, I was holding a dangerous and beautiful animal.

My hands on his back made him break our kiss, catch his breath, and lock eyes with me. The storm clouds were furiously swirling and the pupils were gone. With a motion too quick to see, my blouse and bra were torn open and his hands slid underneath me. He lifted me like I was a stray feather being taken off the couch and laid me in his lap. My knees met the couch on either side of him and I lowered myself to meet his thighs. The skirt was up around my waist, the ruined blouse and bra had fallen to the floor. His shirt was on the couch around us and he threw it down to meet my top. The sensations of my naked breasts pressed against his chest and my panties resting on his soft, leather pants were almost too much to handle. I returned my mouth to his and held each side of his face in my hands. His hands found my back and mimicked the kneading motion I had started on his. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to my left breast, kissing and licking every inch. My fingers found his hair and I caught my reflection in the window behind us. The darkness in between the lightning strikes on the other side of the window, made the glass act like a mirror, showing me myself. My lips were parted and full, my cheeks were flushed and my hair was a mass of waves around my face. I didn't recognize the gorgeous creature that returned my gaze. Her eyes couldn't be real. Like the man under me, my pupils were lost. The blue that replaced them could not be an actual color. It was too vibrant, too fantastic to be my eyes. I thought back to the grey diamond in the jewelry store showcase and moved my mind to the sapphires in the next case. They were dazzling; too fine a quality to be locked in a case, and they were nothing compared to the vivid blue that sparkled in the middle of that beautiful face.

Sorin's mouth stopped its search of my breast. He pulled my face down to his and came back to my lips. The energy between us felt chaotic and starved for something to satiate it. He stood, with me balanced in his arms, and maintained the grace that he always moved with. My legs locked around him, pulling the hard length of his need against my own throbbing desire. He laid me down, my naked back against the fabric of the couch, and that fabric felt like the softest thing I have ever touched. Every nerve in my body cried out for sensation, any sensation, and responded to each one with the need for more. My legs released him and he slid my skirt down my legs to join the growing pile on the floor. He stood there, for a moment that felt like hours, running his gaze up my body to meet the need in my eyes.

"You are beautiful."

I heard the words and knew they were true. He believed I was beautiful.

He dropped to his knees on the carpet and started a trail of kisses up the inside of my right leg. I began to pant, thinking I would die from the strength of my lust for him. As his lips came closer to the center of my need, the aching increased. He stopped his journey where my thigh meets my torso and came to rest just above me. His breath on my most protected of areas made me cry out. I felt my fangs erupt from my gums but was no longer embarrassed. It felt like the most natural of things. I felt him slide my panties down my legs and the weight of them was gone. I heard his pants hit the floor and tried to focus my dizzying thoughts. He came to me in a blur. He was above me, knees on either side of me to stop his flesh from touching mine. I saw his own fangs flash in the light of the fire. It felt so right; we felt perfect exactly how we were. I grabbed his hair in each one of my hands and lifted up to crush my lips against his. Our tongues slid in and out and around each other's, hungry for more, knowing without thought how to roll over the sharp teeth. It was more sensuality than I could take.

I needed him like I needed sustenance to keep me alive.

The storm outside picked up its pace and it felt like it was matching our energies.

I laid back, pulling him with me. I felt him, impossibly hard, against my belly and spread my legs further to offer myself to him. He buried his face in my neck and moved his hips to rest between mine. In a movement that was agonizingly slow, he found me, slid in and answered the ache that called out for him.

"Katherine." It was whispered into my ear and sent me over the edge. A gasping cry shot out of my lips and bounced around the room. Every muscle in me quivered and clenched, as the pleasure overtook me and the orgasm ripped through my body. Sorin arched back, power shooting out of his chest and meeting mine in the air between us. My eyes opened to see those grey eyes only for me. The need was not gone. It was only fulfilled for seconds before it started to fill me again.

Sorin moved in and out of me, at a pace fueled by raw need. My hips rose and fell to meet him at the same pace. We just knew how to move for each other. It was like we had been together for a lifetime and knew each other's bodies. My hand caressed down his back and rested on the muscles of his ass. They contracted and released with ease. Every inch that slid in and out of me was ecstasy and the electricity ran up and down him; in and out of me. I moaned and arched my back, raising my breasts to him. His mouth found them, sucking on my nipple, his fangs on either side of the swollen tissue.

With strength and confidence that I didn't know I had, I wrapped my legs around him, lifted up and pushed him back into the couch. Without losing him inside of me, I had him sitting up and was straddling his lap. His mouth moved to the other nipple and his hand massaged the breast he had just abandoned. I pulled my legs out from behind him and brought my knees to the couch for leverage. My hips began rocking and I felt him throb inside of me. I grabbed the back of the couch on each side of his head and used the grip to keep me moving. I threw my head back and focused on the sensation of my nipple in his mouth, his fangs dangerously close, the swaying of my hips. He gripped my back and looked up at me. The nipple reacted to the loss of his warm mouth. I looked back to him, finding his eyes again. The message in those eyes was one of utter desire. That need hit me in my core and I quicken the pace of my movements.

The moan that came out of him was half pleasure and half pleading. He buried his face between the swell of my breasts and his hands held my back like he would fall if he let go. He continued to moan and the breathing quicken against my skin. I rocked. My hand moved through the thick softness of his hair and grabbed handfuls at the back of his head. I pulled back, taking his face from my chest and I covered his mouth with mine. My hips swayed and my mouth answered his in a kiss that was ravenous for him. He was moaning into my mouth and I realized my moans were mixing with his. The pace of our hips increased to a feverish speed, never losing the rhythm between us.

The heat inside my stomach felt too hot to keep inside. It spread up and out through every pore on my body. The feeling of fire and electricity mixed in the miniscule spaces between our naked forms. It snaked down legs and across arms. Still lost in the kiss, my hands found his and gripped tight on either side of us. My hot power and his crackling energy merged in our hands and spread back up towards our centers. The clenching in my belly grew tighter and tighter.

I can't survive this. It's too much.

Darkness began creeping in from the edges of my consciousness and I knew I was seconds away from passing out. Instead, the tight grip in my belly let go and my mind was filled with color. I pulled back from our kiss; my body arching back in the pleasure of that release and the joy of an answered call. Sorin's moans turned to a scream and the waves of power hit me, matching the waves of orgasm racing through our beings. For a brief moment, we were experiencing the same sensations at the same time.

Lightening illuminated the sky and a crack outside told me it had hit a tree and ripped of a limb or two.

I collapsed around him and lost the ability to control my muscles. He held onto my back, stopping me from falling away from him. Our breathing matched and we both took the time needed to slow down the rate. I expected thudding in my chest against the thudding of his but, neither one of us had to worry about heart attacks anymore.

Outside the air was silent. The storm was done. Below our touching sternums, was stillness.