Summary: Part 2 Of "To Love The Darkness"
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"Are you sure about this?" You stand in front of Simon, looking deeply into his eyes, needing to sense the truth behind his words.
Simon sighs heavily, he's done with the talking...
Cupping your face in his hands, he kisses you with all his conviction and need...
You can taste the hints of bourbon, of peppermint...
Of blood.
You try to pull away, fearful you may not be able to stop yourself.
But Simon only pulls you closer.
You pull away for a breath of a second, lips bloody in shimmering ruby, "Simon..."
"Tell me, you don't want this..."
"What?"
"Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away... I'll be at your service, but nothing more... Tell me."
Standing on the tips of your toes, you lick at his lips, refusing to waste a single drop, "And what if I want you to fuck me, while I drink from you?"
There are no more words that need to be said in this moment... Simon is yours for this moment.
It's a pleasant tangle you find yourself in.
The room smells sweet.
It smells coopery and feels humid.
You're naked, bare in front of him as he takes in your soft features and sharp curves.
Simon moves like a man possessed...
As if you held the strings that gave him life.
Within seconds, Simon's clothes are added to the mix.
Even from feet away, you can feel his radiating heat...
Can see the pulse in his neck fluttering with anticipation...
You feel the monster purring inside you... Craving his essence.
But you know there needs to be something said... Should your lose yourself in the feeling, Simon needs to know...
You step closer to him, taking his hands in yours, as you bring his wrist to your lips, refusing to leave his locked gaze.
"You trust me enough to let me take from you?"
"I do."
"Sweetheart, if I do this... There is no turning back... You are mine, body, and soul... Just as I am yours... But should I lose myself... You need to do, what you are trained to do... Do you understand me?"
His eyes hold so much emotion, you can read him like an open book and know you need to say it.
"Kill..."
"That won't happen..."
You lick a small swipe across his wrist... He tastes absolutely divine... You can taste the hints of sweat, and salt... But there is a taste hidden beneath the flesh, that makes you clench your thighs together, as you feel the slickness gathering...
The first bite is always the worst...
You can hear his breath hitch, as you sink your fangs into him.
Warmth floods your senses.
It's powerful, yet overwhelming...
You can hear his heart, the slight stutter in his voice as he whimpers in your hold.
"Sh... Shade..." His voice drops into a low tone that makes your knees feel weak.
You need to stop yourself.
Pulling away, you feel his body relax as you lick at the wounds.
You turn to the Lieutenant and feel the need growing deep within your belly.
You feel alive.
"Are you okay?"
Simon is breathless, as he runs a hand through his messy locks, "I'm good love, how are you feeling?"
"I'm better, thank you..."
"So now what?"
You give the Lieutenant a bright, fang exposed smile, "Now Lieutenant... I want you to lay down, while I ride your cock... But first, take a drink of water... It's going to be a long night."
"Fuck... Simon you feel so good," you bounce heavily on his cock, as you get lost in the moment.
His grip on you is like steel... Fingers digging into the meaty flesh of your hips, as he drives himself deeper into your velvety folds.
You are so lost in the rhythm; that the hunger takes you by surprise.
You slow your movements, hands running up along Simon's sweaty, scarred filled muscles.
He's watching you.
You can see his eyes have darkened... The hazel in them has been taken over with midnight.
You feel the slight quiver in your voice, as you circle your hips, "Need... You..."
"Then take from me."
Burying your head in the crock of his neck, you press soft kisses to his pulse point, licking soft, swipes to remember his earthy taste.
"You're so good to me," you whisper.
You don't give him a chance to answer, as you sink your fangs into his neck.
You can feel his body tense beneath you.
You seek out his hands, pinning them to the bed, as you drink from him.
That's when you feel the coil in your belly winding up... It's growing tighter and tighter as Simon fills your senses.
But you want this to last.
Pulling away with what little control you have, you clean the wound and meet his gaze...
"Now, Lieutenant... How about you fuck me, so the entire base can hear us?"
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You're awake.
There is a blissful atmosphere surrounding you, as you stare into the darkness of your room.
Simon lays beside you... Head laying across the span of your stomach, as you brush sweaty stray hairs from his face.
"Did you mean it?" His voice is foggy, sleepy...
"Did I mean, what?" You speak into the coolness of the night.
"That you want this..." He seems unsure of himself.
"Yes," you answer without hesitation.
"Are you alright?"
"I am now... Get some sleep love, you'll need to regain your energy and strength for the mission we have coming up."
"Good night love."
"Good night sweetheart."
