You knew this was coming (Teagan) - The House that Sin Built

His hand still at her throat kept her from cussing him out for ripping her favorite pants, but the intent was there in her heated gaze.

There she lay beneath him in clad only in her tank top panties gone with the jeans. Hair pressed into the sand she whimpered as he crushed her breast in his hand. Her fangs were still descended from earlier and her tongue slowly snaked out from between her lips as she ran it along one fang.

The shirt was the next victim to the lust she instilled in him. Moments after he released her breast its shredded form was heading out to see besides her pants. Not wanting her wardrobe to get lonely on its adventure, his fencing paints soon followed leaving them bare.

He shifted as the leaned over top of her. squeezing her throat hard enough that by all rights it should bruise he lined up with her entrance and began pushing forward. only to stop suddenly with just the tip with in her as he looked in her eyes and growled.

"You want it as bad as I do. Now make a move or this is as much as either of us gets." He moved slightly humping the very bare tip of himself into and almost back out of her as a case in point.

Her legs hooked around his waist and pulled him firmly forward. Arms raised up to lay her hand against his back, as she scratched him firmly with finger nails scoring her back. Ankles hooked behind his has she raised her hips up and pushed and pulled him into her, with a forcefulness that might have caught him off guard if he were any other man. Arching her back she pressed herself onto, and into him on one fluid motion. She was his after all, and he was hers, only right for her to claim him.

Her pulling him into her was all he needed. He began to move with her grinding. his hand slipped under her body holding it close and off the ground. so she laid on her shoulders in the sand as he reunited with the other half of his damnation. He was rebuilding himself with every thrust. reconnecting in the way that held them together so long, blood and raw brutal ugly sex. the sort their sick souls craved.

"Bout time you paid some attention to me," she growled in his ear before she nipped it roughly.

Her nails clawed against his flesh, as she fucked him, violent surges upward to meet his thrusts, one leg fell away from his waist getting purchase on the sand of the beach using it sd leverage to sharpen the angle.

He didnt respond. At least not with words. Instead he gave her attention. Rough and hard attention as the sand clung all over their bodies, grinding and irritating the skin, adding its own sensation to the mix.

She stretched to hard and that hurt. The sand was chaffing his knees and that hurt. She clung to him with a strength no woman her size should have and that hurt. She moved in perfect time with his motions. Sliding herself across his sex as it plunged into her. That made every thing else feel amazing.

Her fangs found purchase in his shoulder, bitting with a force that while perhaps not necessary made her happy. If he had been human he would be missing a chunk of flesh. Her body thrashed against his writhing in the sand.

He growled and gasped as she bit him. That was what he had been waiting for. Joined together. Her fangs in him. He lowered his mouth and his fangs sank into her. His fangs in her. It was exactly as it should be.

Their sadistic addiction for one another knew no limits, no boundaries. She slammed her hips up to meet his as his fangs found her, she groans around the blood and flesh in her mouth. Satisfying her hunger on so many levels. She held herself still as she clenched every muscle in her body at the same time around him. Delicious pleasure and pain carrying her into a fit of volcanic eruptions didn't hold a candle to her orgasm as it tore through her. And with that feeling he had her back again.

He went right along with her. Moaning with a mouth full of blood. Her vitae flowing through him again, her muscles tightening around him. Her beautiful body rocked with pleasure. It was to much and soon his thrust gave way to one final plung and every inche of him tensed as he lost himself in his relief. Finally complete again

She lay beneath him panting, a low possessive growl tore through her as she relinquishes her hold on his flesh. She sprawled beneath him in the sand, her eyes closed as she naked in the after glow. As she wrestled with the desire to touch him again, or perhaps stir him to anger once more. It was after all his only emotional expression that she trusted, he was a lying bastard.

He pulled out of her and fell to the side gathering her in his arms if she didn't fight him.. Hell he would if she did fight him. She was his and he was hers. Something as broken as the pair of them was just to right to be refused in this twisted world of theirs.

Any other time she would have fought him, she was not a cuddler. She didn't like to languish in her lovers arms, it was after all a lie, so why bother. Tonight however she didn't fight him, she hadn't been sure he was coming for her. Partially she was happy he had.

He was almost disappointing when she didnt fight. He always reached for her after and she almost always resisted. That would normally degenerate into an out and out struggle which usually only served to rekindle their passion. Wash rinse repeat. But it was alright this time. For once he genuinely did want to just hold her. The feeling would pass of course and they would be back to the spiteful lovers they had always been. but for now, for now it was good to have her again.

"I thought I was finally rid of you." She says Twisting uncomfortably in his arms......what was that about spiteful lovers?

He sniffed unimpressed with the sentiment "Not till the sun burns cold. And stop wiggling around" He snapped. strangely enough still in a content and sated voice.

"What kind of poetic rubbish its that? The sun burning cold?" Her disdain bled through..... "Not all roses are poets....but really?"

"Teagan" He said with a comfortable breath "Shut the fuck up."

And with that she kneed him between the legs, perhaps not as effective as it would have been on a mortal... But it would possibly buy her the time to pull free from his grasp. His poisonous arms, she needed room to think....he was smothering.

He growled and recoiled from the blow. It wasnt nearly as bad as when he was mortal but it didnt exactly feel nice an she escaped his arm.

Pissed he stood up naked and unbothered and shook sand off himself.

"Fine. Fuck you Teagan." This fight had happened often enough that it almost sounded rehearsed.

"Fuck you for talking to me like one of your insipid whores." She growled in return. She had her space as she rolled to a crouch...the bloods bond called out to her to go to him...embrace him...to love him. Her pride, wouldn't allow it, and her sensibilities told her he was a dangerous demented predator who would see her bleed again before the sun rose.

He snarled and dropped back into that fighting stance from before.

"I dont treat you like one of my Whores. I am actually rather kind to them. Perhaps I can introduce you around to a few and they can teach you how to behave in a manner worthy of decent treatment"

She growled a warning, "Any kindness you show them its a lie and we both know it... I know what lies under that pretty face...inside your dark withered little heart. And please do introduce me..." Her tone sarcastically jabbing at the wound left by the setite she had just killed.

'Keep it up. How many times do you think you can get away with that stunt before some one makes you dead for it?"

"Oh a sweet release," she offered back.

"would that it did happen."