Hellfire

Interval Twenty

Lucius couldn't get enough. He'd devour her, his teeth buried deep in her throat, her breast, her thigh, drinking deeply. He'd explore every inch of her, his mouth sucking at the soft peak of her breast, his palms taking in every curve, his fingers exploring the maddening wet velvet of her sex, pushing deep or tracing circles that made her scream. He drank in everything, every little moan and breathless cry, the way the heat of her seared against him, her eyes glimmered with lust, her mind alight with love, her scent heady with sex. Her body drowned him, every curve a tease, her hunger matching his, desperate to have him in any way she could; gripping him, milking him, surrounding him with liquid heat as he took her how he pleased. He couldn't get enough. The moment he'd push them to the edge, his hunger would rise up, hunger he'd long ignored and set aside in the efforts to keep her safe; hunger he didn't have to control anymore. They'd simply start again; her velvet mouth at his sex with a teasing flick of her tongue or his teeth scraping at the bites he'd left littered over her.

Not once had he felt that old need to eat her and, the more he trusted himself, the more she glowed to him. Susan was his - finally his. It made his soul roar with lust and love, drowning out the fights he knew lay ahead. The danger that was stirring and nearly killed her earlier that night. He didn't care right then. All he wanted was her.

Then the sun rose, ending it all. At least for a time.

Susan lay in his arms, drifting off into her deep, unnatural slumber, her eyes fluttering in an effort to stay awake. He curled his body around her, his mouth brushing against hers and his thumb tracing line of her cheek, his chest rumbling with a content purr as he watched her.

'Sleep.' He murmured against her lips. 'We'll be safe.'

A small growl emanated from her throat and she rubbed at her eye, clearly unhappy at the thought of leaving him without her watchful gaze after they'd been threatened. It made him warm, as her protectiveness always did. It didn't matter to her who he was or his strength - she was going to defend him.

'Sleep.' He repeated with a low purr.

She nearly gave in. The sun was climbing high enough that it was winning against her stubbornness, but not quite enough to nuzzle his nose and caress his chest, trying to stay awake.

'Beaumont.' She mumbled.

'Is under Tabitha's watch. She won't come for us.'

'Better be.'

She settled a little under his caress, his mind gently easing away the fierce desire to fight and force herself to stay awake. Her body became less tense, the fight against herself settling, and finally her head tilted in defeat.

Lucius kissed the corner of her mouth, purring softly from the blanket of contentment and rush of pleasure taking him.

'I love you.' She mumbled sleepily.

Then she was gone utterly, leaving him unable to breathe for just a moment.

It was odd to him how so few words had such an impact on him. The lust he'd calmed was suddenly on fire again, swelling achingly into his teeth and sex, his body craving hers and her fire, while his chest tightened and his mind stilling. It was as if he'd been craving those words for too long. He'd known Susan had loved him. Once he'd ignored it, seeing it little more than passing interest of hers. Then he'd ignored it because he started to notice her as a woman. Then it was because he couldn't have her. He'd kill her. He'd bring war to his House and stir the beast in the depths he wanted to keep asleep. And then he just couldn't anymore. He had to have her. And, despite knowing exactly how she'd felt for so long, hearing her say it out loud did something to him he couldn't describe, inflicting a sexual ache so fierce he couldn't breathe and a response of searing he couldn't think.