A Poisonous Soul. (editing)

Chapter 11 (complete)

Copyright c 2011.

Chapter Eleven

          Steve is close to waking up. He has about another four hours before his eyes open. Everything looks good except his skin color is still grey. He must have been sick. His body must have had some kind of disease for him to look this way. I’m surprised the hospital didn’t find it. I turn my head towards the stairs again. She has been sleeping for about an hour now. I heard her conversation with her friend. I know Cheryl is dead. I walk out of the basement. Relief pored over me when she fell asleep. Her anguish was killing me. I knew I was probably the last person she wanted to see when she found out so I stayed away. I can’t stay away any longer. I close the door to the basement and take the next flight of stairs three at a time. I can’t get the image out of my head of her hair on my pillow. I can only feel a small twinge of pain from her so I know she is almost healed. Do humans heal that fast?

         I slip into my room and quietly close the door. Again she has the covers on the floor with her beautiful back exposed. I peel off my clothes as the need to mate overpowers me. Her breathing changes as though she can sense me. She slowly stretches and rolls to her back. Her arms slide up her body and under the pillow. I climb over her body as she spreads her legs for me. She is still asleep but her instinct has kicked in. Her face has lost the swelling and only faded bruising remains. I lightly kiss her eyes as the idea that she might be healing faster than normal sweeps through me. All thoughts are taken as she opens her eyes. I pause just in case she recoils. Her eyes widen before they settle. Her hands slide over my skull and my whole body tingles. I ask the question with my eyes. Her answer is to kiss me. I don’t waste time removing her under clothes. As soon as I have her naked I stare. I am so thorough I see her chest flush. I look back up to make sure she is okay with this. Her eyes are heavy lidded as her tongue slides across her lips. I am lost.

         I make sure I stay partly on my knees to keep my weight off her body. She wraps her legs around my waist as I fit myself inside her. Again she arches her back. A little sigh escapes her lips. I refuse to be too selfish so I will make this quick and satisfying. I grab her ass with one hand as the other clasps her neck. I rock slowly back and forth so as not to shock her system. I lift her pelvis up to mine and slam home. Her scream is not one of pain and all my tension melts away. I hold her head up so she has no choice but to look me in the eyes. I lift up again and start a rhythm. I hit her hard and quick, over and over. I can see her pupils dilate and smell her arousal. I glance at her neck to see her carotid pounding under her skin. I quicken my pace as I gently nip her chin. Her skin flushes and I know she is close. I can smell how close she is to completion. When her heartbeat kicks up I realize my eyes must have changed. Still, she doesn’t look away. I go deeper inside her and her eyes roll back in her head. I use my right hand to turn her face slightly away exposing her neck to me. I let my saliva down over my teeth and puncture her. Her screams echo off the walls as she climaxes. I try not to hurt her but I feel myself slip. I slam harder into her as I suck her blood. I feel my animal side want to take over. I struggle with letting it. She screams my name as another one takes her. I snap out of it and stop feeding. My peak breaks over me causing me to bury my nose over my mark. I don’t stop moving and I feel her come once more. Her nails break the skin on my back and the pain is perfect. I slowly bring us back to the mattress but I don’t remove my face. I didn’t lick her wound closed and I am reveling in her blood on my face. Her body goes limp and I jerk my head up to make sure I haven’t caused her harm.

         Her skin is pale but her eyes are bright. I see no regrets. Once she registers what is on my face there is some hesitation. She reaches up to wipe some of it off and I take her fingers into my mouth. I suck, hard. I feel her insides clasp me tight. As much as I want to go again I won’t be the cause of her pain. I lean down to my mark and close it. I clean off the surrounding area with my tongue. I have never tasted blood like hers. “James,” she whispers. I pull away and cringe as I see her wince. I lean back on my knees and stare at her curves. I can feel her arousal once more. I know that if I want to resist her body I have to leave the room. I turn my head away from her. Before I can get up she rolls off the bed and springs up. She casually walks into the bathroom. I wonder about her injuries. I can barely see the bruising anymore.