When in doubt... - The Hideout (Chris Mayhew/DJ Switch)

->continued from here

He carried her most of the way back, only putting her down once they got to the hotel and then mostly because she needed to have her feet on the ground to get the keys to their room out of her pocket. She still hadn't said anything. Nothing at all in fact as they'd walked back. It was a bit as if she'd shut down... or, at least that's perhaps how it had come across at first, though the moment the door was closed behind them, she moved.

The Russian's hands latched onto his shirt, pulled him in close to crush her lips to his even as she pushed him back against the wall. Something to the way she was touching him both screaming her need and perhaps a bit of fear... because while she couldn't admit it to herself, she was scared. Scared by words she hadn't thought he'd speak to her, by emotions and feeling she couldn't seem to sort in her mind and it frustrated her. A frustration that was given release through a sudden need for him that she hoped he wouldn't deny her.

No, she still wasn't talking. But she didn't need to did she? He could read her well enough and right now, right there, she needed him. She needed this.

The silence hadnt bothered him at all, honestly. He had felt the ripples through her. The power the words had, on her mind and heart. Sure, he wasnt sure what exactly would come of this.. and he was a touch scared too.

He had worked so hard, for so long, to make he feel safe. To make her BE safe. To pull her from the darkness that he had found her in. As a friend, at first. He himself, have been in that same darkness for years, and had barely manage to climb out of it on his own. He didn't want that for her. Some people never got a chance to emerge from the depths that we sometimes fall into, and she needed his help, back then. So.. he pulled, being there for her every single step of the way.

They had started off, almost edgy, while getting to know each other. Hesitant to grow too close to each other, out of fear. But with the passing of the nights, the ice had melted away. He had grown to truly care for the person she was, and his efforts at pulling her out of the darkness, turned into effort of trying to make her happy and smile. It came rather naturally to him, as he was enjoying being with her more than he had ever enjoyed the presence of another person. She seemed to feel the same way, he though, and such a belief was only solidified by the night about 6 months ago, when things had grow.. hot. Rather steamy, and she took the first step towards the intimate relationship that had blossomed between the two. It wasnt as if she had been pushy, though. He had wanted it, and at the first sign that she did too... a very nice night had taken place.

But tonight, another step was taken. This time, he was the one to initiate. But how could she not know that he felt as such? The great care he took, and great effort placed in every single time they made love.. which had not even seemed to slow down at all over the past 6 months. The way he touched, kissed, looked upon her. No.. even a blind man could see, right?

She grasped upon his shirt, and pushed him heatedly against the wall. The firey burst of passion placed upon his lips was met equally. That hunger from early, never really subsided. It never did. More than a few ocassions, passion had overcome them and turned a whole night into fun in bed. But this was a little different. Her need was much greater, this time. It .. tasted... different, but not necissarily bad. Just different.

So with back pressed against the wall, he moaned softly into the kiss. His hands were already sliding under the fabric of her shirt and up along the elngth of her torso to free her of the article of clothing. Hot hands, with a heavy pulse within them.

She was safe with him, of that there was no doubt. It was probably why she'd held onto him so tightly once she'd started truly trusting him. Because the girl who'd never really needed anyone before in her life?She needed him to anchor her in a world that had turned out to be so much darker, so much scarier than she'd ever thought possible before.
She hadn't been ready to be Embraced, though then again, few ever are. And like so many of her kind, their kind, she'd been a mistake. An accident even perhaps, though she'd never know for sure how it had really happened or why.

It didn't matter though. She had a new life now, with him, who'd found her and helped pull her out of the darkness she'd been slowly drifting into. He'd given her security and warmth, things she would've previously not thought much of but which now meant the world to her.
And still, there and then, she was so very scared...

Maybe she had known but chosen not to think about it? Maybe she hadn't actually seen the look in his eyes and understood its meaning until he'd spoken the words? Regardless of what it was, the simple fact was that she'd didn't want to talk or think about it. Not now. She just couldn't. Not now...

Her arms pulled away from him so she could help him with the top, the front clasp bra going with it before she quickly, as if not wanting to be without his touch, pulling at his own clothes with a sense of urgency and hurry.
A flush of heat to her cheek as she pressed her hands to his skin the moment she had a chance to once his clothes had been moved out of the way.

No words from her. She didn't want to speak. Didn't want to think. She just wanted to feel and let herself be carried away by the sensations.

It took a moment, to remove his clothing. The button of red flannel shirt was annoying, to say the least. Though.. he wasnt made of money, so ripping it off wasnt really an option. He hand worked diligently, however, to free the buttons and slip the long sleeved shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. white t-shirt underneath was easily pulled up and off, letting it fall to the floor just as lazily as he had the flannel. But once it was off, exposing the curves of the smooth lightly toned muscles of his upper torso and the tattoo massively covering his rib cage, his hands moved back to her.

He had hunger in his touch, and his skin was more than flushed. It was way hot. Hot hands moved down the length of her body, softly sliding down across her ample breasts, and straight down her stomach to the waist of her pants. No time for unfastening of any sort. Fingers just tugged them straight down, to allow her to step out. Then.. it was he who was pushing. Gently pushing her backwards, so that her back was to the wall, as his lips moved across her neck, licking.. deeply kissing. His tight form pressed firmly against her, and he slowly began to descend his lips. Down from her neck and across her shoulder and collar bone. Coming to lightly kneel before her, wish hands running up her sides, as lips fell down and tongue trailed with hot sliding down the curve of a breast, flickig slowly and softly across the nipple before drawing it btween lips in a deep kiss and soft suckle. His breath was fiery hot, and there was great care and passion with every single touch of body.. hands.. fingertips.. lips.. tongue.

He was gentle, caring. She, not so much as her arms moved around him when he pushed her back, her nails tracing roughly up his back and the back of his neck to let on hand close in her hair and hold him tightly to her. Her back arching to move herself into his touch with a low whimper while she bit down on her lip and leaned her head back with closed eyes.

There was a light tremble to her touch, her breath heavy and causing her chest to rise and fall with each breath she pulled past her lips. Again, she pressed her nails to his back and shoulder, one hand still entangled in his hair as a shiver rushed through her in response to his touch. The soft tremble seemingly not wanting to let go of her as she continued to cling to him.

He was warm, so very warm and that heat seemed to drawn on her own as well as she bit down harder on her lip for a moment, just enough for it to hurt, before letting them part in a whimpered sound of her pleasure and need.

Impatient. Tonight, she was impatient.

Dont get it twisted, he was gentle and caring, but right now he was more. Her need was not solitary. He needed her. He had told her of such, and he meant it. Tonight, it was more than before. Tonight... they both needed to be as drained as possible. For different reasons, but equally important.

So as lips trailed down, hands did too. Falling hot kisses down across her stomach, tongue trailing roughly down the flesh. A sharp nip placed against her hip, then kissing the spot deeply. Hands... his soft and hot hand, lowly lifting one leg, first, guiding it to drape over his shoulder. He fully knelt before her, now, lips still making their way down as the other hand, guided her other left. The force that he pressed her against the wall made it secure for such to happen, while hand rested firmly under her rump, helping to keep her elevated as legs came off the ground.

Her lips parted in a sudden gasp when he bit, her eyes briefly flashing open before closing again as a moan replaced the gasp once she leaned her head back again and felt his lips. She moved to his touches, letting him guide one leg to drape over his shoulder, trusting him plenty to keep her up as the other leg was lifted too even if her hands, resting at his shoulder and entwined in his hair, flexed and pressed against his skin in need of something to hold onto.

All she wanted to feel, all she wanted to sense, was him. She didn't want anything else to distract her or try to claim her attention. But as much as she felt the heat of his lips and his strong hands? She also felt the silver pendant around her neck, resting against her chest which kept rising and falling with each new breath she drew.

He said he...

The pendent wasn't even slightly cold. How could it be? The with heat being shared between them, it was skin temperature. The dim lighting within the freshly entered into hotel room, reflected softly with small shimmers of light from time to time. His only and most important possession, around the soft neck of the most important person. He had though it fitting, and for him, it was a deeper meaning, For so long, he had idolized that necklace as a source of his strength. A source of power, but now.. it could be a source of strength for her. He still idolized it, to a point.. but she was now a source of strength, for him, too. SHe straightened him out, as much as he helped her. He had great faith and trust in her, even if she didnt yet have such within herself to herself. But all he could do.. was show her.. every chance he got, how important she was to him. And how much he really did mean those words.

Lips pulled further down, eyes opening to gaze upon lower stars upon her flesh. He kissed once upon lower folds, deeply. Tongue sliding to caress perfectly between them, before gliding up to trace the outsline of that star slowly. His attention we precise, and tongue deeply caressing. Delicious, as always. Tongue slid back down, slowly caressing with attentive strokes. Face was buried, eyes shut, moaning with heavy vibrations as he kissed her as deeply and passionately below, as he ever had up above. Tongue pushed between, down below.. into her. around. Ever square fraction of centimeter of her tasted and explored with a deep need to please her.

He knew what made her tremble, what made her moan. And it took but the touch of his breath to have her already tensing with anticipation before the sound of her desire and need was drawn from her lips with the first touch of his lips and tongue upon her.

Her back arched, she seemingly tried to press her hips against him, needing more of him, needing all he would give her as her fingers in his hair flexed again. Emerald eyes closed tight and her head leaned back so she could surrender herself to his touch and forget about everything else. Well, almost everything else. The pendant around her neck was in no way cold, but, it was there... a feeling she had yet to become familiar with as she whimpered and at least tried to squirm when she felt the brush of his tongue again.

So very good.. he was always good to her, even when she didn't deserve it. Even if he'd just given her... everything... and she hadn't been able to give him the same words in return. Even then he was still good to her.

"Chris.." his name was a moaned whisper under her breath, her voice saturated by need and a heat that couldn't be denied even if she'd tried to.

Even in the face of great longing and huge depths of desire and passion, he was attentive. Tasting, caressing, massaging. He spent long seconds.. minutes, keeping her pressed against the wall and under the rapture of of his lips and tongue's affections. He had a few lovers, in his past, but she was beyond the sweetest taste, to him. Sweeter yet, was her blood. Granted, it was not the strongest of kindred blood, but the vitae was delicious, none the less. And he wanted it. The mixture of soft fluids between his lips. As such...

With a small graze, his fangs carefully slipped slowly into and around the soft folds of lower lips. It was sure to be a heavily sharp pain, at first, but the kiss.. the throws of the kiss.. sinking deep into her very soul, as his lips sealed around the wound, letting the trickles of blood slide down his throat. A heavy shiver slipped down his spine, and eyes fluttered a bit. HIs moan was huge.. and was hoping hers would drwon out his own. He had never done THAT. Sure. soft bites and fangs to inner thighs, in previous sessions of passionate love making. But this was new, for the both of them. Exploring, was his nature, and he happily tried this new placed to bite, to see what sort of reactions could be had. His face pressed firmly into her, tongue flickering across her the top of her folds with a feverish speed to increase whatever sensations might rip through her. He needed to feel her quiver, against his mouth... needed it.

Oh, there was no lack of shivers and trembling from her when he did that. She had briefly tenses, drawing a sharp breath of air as if in pain and then, then she'd simply melted in his arms as her back arched and her lips parted. The sound beyond her control, primal and raw as she closed her eyes tight. Her hand still closed tightly in his hair while the other left him, reached above him to find the wall but not really finding anything there to hold onto as her nails scratched against the surface.

The raven haired girl shiver again, from head to toes as her legs, resting at his shoulders, tried to pull him in closer without any other thought than need and desire and pleasure.. the overwhelming pleasure that his Kiss bestowed upon her and which now had her writhing and crying out as he kept her locked in its grip.

There was no thought to the fact that someone might hear her, she couldn't think that far and even if she could've, she probably wouldn't have cared. She certainly didn't care at the moment as she bit down hard on her lip, not so much trying to silence herself as simply not capable of thinking through the haze now clouding her mind.

Lost, utterly lost and at his mercy, loving every moment of it as she blushed hard.

He drank slowly, and consumed but a single point of blood from her. The didnt hold the kiss for much longer than what it took to consume her blood and feel her quake within his grasp. Who gives a single care at teh volume of thier love making? Did people honestly complain about such things? It was sunny Florida. Vacation spot. And surely alot more relaxed than most of the country.

Fangs slowly slipped out, kissing along the puncture wounds until they close, freeing every single trace of blood away from below and from his lips. HEad pulled upwards, not away, as he began to kiss his way back up along the length of her body, carefully setting her shaky legs back down with feet upon the floor. He stayed pressed firmly against her, still, however.. with hands tightly upon her body. to ensure she did not fall to the floor.

Up up up, the hard and passionate kissed moved, up along the other side of her body. Stoppled upon the opposite breast to draw the nipple of it into his mouth and suckle again. Tongue flickering.. savouring.. hungry. His hole body was hot, and in that heat.. a small sheet of sweat began to build. Actually sweat. It was a trick that he had come to learn over the years. Not really a trick, to him. It was a sign of his commitment to his humanity, Sure.. he was a vampire, and there were certain perks that came with it, but in his experience... showing it off to others.. even allowing other vampires to know he was a vampire, for some reason proved to be dangerous. Detrimental. So it was as much of a dedication to what he once was, as it was a fear of what he was beyond what he appeared to be. Also... to him.. it make this all the more special, and might help anchor her just that little bit more.

She whimpered when he slipped his fangs free from her, almost a soft little sob as she continued to shiver with the lingering waves of pleasure that didn't seem to be ending anytime soon even if the Kiss had been replaced by shaky knees and a shallow breath that tried to hungrily draw the air into her lounges even if she didn't truly need it anymore.
In fact, the only reason she was still capable of keeping upright was because he held her, because he pressed her to the wall and refused to let her fall, otherwise she surely would've crumpled to the floor already.

The hand that had left him to try and clutch at something else to ground herself with and in the end, had simply ended up scratching at the wall, found him again, her arms wrapping around him as she trembled and moaned deeply. Her now oversensitive body unable to keep from reacting to every little touch, kiss and caress. And when those touches, those kisses, weren't light but passionate and firmly pressed to her skin? Oh she shivered with each touch and moaned as if still caught in the pleasurable throes of the Kiss.

How far had they even made it, into the hotel room? A step? A couple of steps? This wasnt the most comfortable of surroundings, but it honestly didnt even seem to matter. Before, it had always been on a chair, or a cough, or the bed.. the warmth of the shower. Kind of traditional places. But here, against the cold of the wall, which warmed quickly under the flush of her skin.. this was raw.

His lips traveled further up, finding her own lips with a heat that was as deep as any he had ever pressed upon her, but a hunger and the flavour of her upon them. Lips and tongue parted her own lips, tongue gliding to intertwine with her own with a heavy moan. Lusty, and almost desperate. He wanted her completely.. but there was the issue of jeans still on.

This was a mutual, thing. The need of one just as great as the need of the other. As such, his hands reached up, pulling her arms down and guiding her hands to the fastening of his jeans. Once they had been placed and left there, hands trailed roughly back up her torso.. along her breasts, coming to cup her face, to deeping that kiss just ever so slightly more.

In fact, she was grateful for his hands guiding hers because otherwise she probably wouldn't have been able to do much more than hang onto him.
She met his kiss with a muffled moan against his lips, her tongue hungrily finding his and tasting him time and time again as she struggled briefly with the jeans as her normally deft fingers just wouldn't stop trembling. Not that it took her long to get the buttons undone, but it felt like a small eternity when she wanted to feel him, wanted to be one with him. Even a few seconds of frustration was, well, frustrating as she whimpered, feeling the first button finally cooperate, quickly followed by the rest as she pulled at the jeans and forced them off his hips along with his boxers.

More, her entire being seemed to be screaming out for more as she arched her back again to press her hips against his even as she allowed the touch of her hand to find him and get caught between their bodies. There truly could be no doubt from the way she touched him, the way her warm fingers wrapped around him in caress, that she needed this. Needed him badly.

Jack blushed with heat again, the light scrape of her fangs briefly making itself known against his lips as she lingered in the passionate kiss they shared between them.

No desire to move, no thought of moving or need to be more comfortable. She was where she wanted to be, with who she wanted to be with. And right there, against the wall, was perfectly fine.

His hips pretty much grinded against her own, ash eh moved them this way and that to help her with the removal of the jeans and boxers. The touch of her fangs, excited him all the move, but she could feel the very moment she gripped and stroked along him.. thre was no way he could possibly be more excited. Not that it was greater than ever before.. she never had an issue with making him reach full potential, but there was a pulse. A throbbing. A yearning deep within, that was barely controllable. As she touched along the length of him, he shivered deeply, and immediately pulled her legs up to rest upon his hips... hands gripping her thighs heatedly and firm as he lifted her once again off her feet, giding her legs around once more. He loved them being there, it would seem. To him.. he felt they always belonged around him, welcomed and happy to have them there,

But the situation.. was in her hands, so to speak. Pushing within her was held back, until she was done toying around and ready for things to continue. He moaned and groaned under the touch of her fingers, hips rocking under the caressing. He wanted here.. of that, there was no doubt. Needed her, as soon as she was ready for him. This time, it was his turn to whsiper, against the heavy kissing and deep entangling of tongues. "Vanya..." his breath more than fiery.. tone more than deep. Lust filled... begging.

She was easily lifted, not as if she would fight him now was it? That would've been just plain silly at this point, her legs instead wrapping more than willingly around his hips, pulling him close with another whimpered moan against his lips as she nipped at them with the tease of fangs, though not biting. Not yet. She wanted him, needed him in fact, but for that she also needed him coherent enough to think of more than just the need to stay upright as might quickly become the case had she slipped his fangs into his flesh.
No doubt though he'd come to feel them soon enough. It was hard to hold back the desire to bite when she got excited or when she gave in. But she did hold back, if only for now so she could continue to feel him, flexing her fingers around him a heated caress. Though needy as she was, and she was needy... she couldn't deny that... the touch didn't linger for very long because she had to feel him. Simply had to feel him.

Her other hand having snaked up his body, brushing the scratch of her nails across his ribs and chest before moving around to the back of his neck. She kissed him hard and deeply, allowing her hand to guide him so that all he had to do was press her hips to hers in order to let her feel him. The heat of his body and touches matched by her own that still remembered what it meant to be alive, to be human.

He wouldn't have to beg, because she wanted and needed him far too much to prolong the wait.

His breathing, was already well worked up.. but she knew.. there was no fear of overexcitement, with him. He was a durable and long lasting lover, and with the increased intensity of the night.. they were both surely in for a fun time, to say the least.

Her nails were the cause of a tremble that reverberated through his form. She didnt even have to sink those fangs in, to stimulate his body to high levels. Just her touch of lips.. the tease of fangs, the caress of her hands. He was almost at a breaking point. The urge to be within her so great, that the moment she positioned him between soft fold, his hips roughly dipped into her own. With that action he also lowered her body, at the same time, while in his hands. The pairing of them pushed him to fill her completely.

One.

The action also came with a LOUD moan attatched to it. Yeah.. they likely had neighbors. Oh well.

He lingered there, buried fully within, pulsing with excitement. As he kissed her, his tongue slid along one of her fangs a small bit, with hunger. True, biting him now would mean the pair of them crashing to the ground. And what good would that be, when things had just begun? So he kept her there, for long moment.. the pair of them molded firmly against each other. His heart was racing.. she could feel it, in his skin and upon his lips.

In contrast to his moan was the near soundless gasp that seemed to get caught in her throat when he thrust into her and sheathed himself within her warmth. Her body briefly tensing around him as a sudden shiver rushed through her and caused her to once more tremble. The hand that had caressed him coming to rest on his cheek as her lips parted, but still lingered close to his as he gave, not only himself, but her as well, a moment to process the sensations of the intimate embrace and the passion that had flared to life between them.

She had been with no other since her Embrace, only him... and he knew that. That despite the flirting and teasing, she had still only given herself over to him. And that was what she had done this time around too. She'd given herself over completely.
For while she normally had no trouble telling him what she wanted, taking control of the situation if needed, she could now do nothing but place all her control and needs in his hands there he held her pinned against the wall.

"M-more..." she pleaded with a brush of warm breath against his lips. "Please more..." because Heaven knew she needed him more than she ever had before.

"Of course, more.." he promised against her lips. The tension that she wrapped around him, was maddening. He wasnt a strong man, physically. He wasnt an alpha, nor generally all that confident. But with her, he was certain of one thing... the need to fulfill her every desire. He was and enduring lover, who didnt stop until there was varely anything left to give, from her. Nearly every single time, they had made love, he took her to the edge of exhaustion, and tonight... tonight, he would take her well over that edge. Deeper into depths of passion and longevity than they had ever gone, before. Uncharted territory... yet another exploration.

His hands were fairly active, tonight. That that he was dominating her, in any sort of way, but more guiding. Leading her to the things she wanted. The things he wanted. They, as a couple. His hand slipped around under her own, sliding between her thighs and around them, leaving the crook of her kness in the crook of his arms. The motion itself brought her knees up to chest level, pretty much, and she could feel the difference. It helped him inside just that little bit much more, and angled her hips to accept himself within. Nearly folded up in his arms, his hips drew slowly back.. all the way till her was nearly no longer within, and then drove forward to fill her as completely and fully as he could, again. The contact of skin upon skin echoed a soft tap of hot and sweat sheen covered skin upon skin. Once, then held, simply to allow her to feel. To understand...

And then hips drew back the same again... plunging in again.. over and over, repeating itself.. picking up speed with every thrust. The sound of thier skin coming together over and over again in rapid succession only added to the display of the increasing tempo.

Lips crushed against her own, exhaling more than warm breathy moan against her mouth, with eat dip into her, in parted lipped kiss. He was burning with a fever, and only she would be able to put it down. It would take much time... even with her fangs, to wear him out, but she had to do that. He had to do that, to her.. they needed it. Giving every single drop of everything they had to give, into this one. Maybe it should be like that, always.. he wouldnt mind, but they had reserve in the past. Not now... there was no holding back.

Another sudden gasp escaped her when he moved her, as he lifted her knees and changed the angle. The blush in her cheeks flaring with heat again as the gasp turned whimpering and pleading when he pulled back and then... oh she couldn't help the cry that came from her lips when he thrust into her. His name escaping her in that same breath before he started to move to press and thrust into her, letting her feel all of him. His heat and his passion and his desire.
It fueled her it would seem, the hand in his hair flexing again, giving a trembling light tug while the hand resting at his cheek was just barely capable to keep from straying as she felt her body moving in unison with his, guided by the thrusts of his hips and the press of his body as she clung to him and breathed against his lips between her cries of pleasure and want.

This was a need unlike what he'd felt from her before. A need to held as much as a need for comfort and a desperate need to be thrown over that edge of pleasure he kept pushing her towards while she kissed him time and time again. Unable to get enough, unable to be close enough.

No words beyond his name, a softly pleading whisper that told him how much she needed him, how much she desired him as the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of them there.

He LOVED the feel of her hands through his hair, tugging his ever back just a little bit in the roughness of their grip. As he moved to comletely withdrawn then fill her again over and over, it wasnt just his hips that were moving, in all actuality. The way he kept her legs propped up, allowed him access to not just push into her as deep as he could, but push and pull her hips along as well. The results was him pulling her back when he did, then crushing her forward as he moved to meet the hips. Sure... things could get rougher, if he was aiming to hurt the girl. But he wasnt. Just to put enough of a rough element to the thrusts, yet keep them from causing her any real pain. Maybe he succeeded, maybe he was wrong? It was new... not something he was used to doing, but for her... he had to try. Any new sensation, mattered.

And what came next, happened so very fast.

His lips moved from her own, sliding down across the skin of her chin and down the side of her neck. Fangs immediately plunged in and held her there within the bite. There was no drinking, this time.. just the DEEP penetration of fangs to accompany heavy and high paced strokes within her. He didnt growl.. he wasnt an animal, but the moaning with each thrust, got that much louder and as tiny drops of crimson fluid dripped down his throat... his breathing was ... barely even then. Ragged gasps, between moans, between loud sounds of their bodies coming together. The sounds from that room left.. pretty much.. nothing to any imaginations of any in the surrounding rooms.

It was simply too much, the feel of his fangs in her flesh while he took her like that. The pleasure of the Kiss beyond her control as she bucked her hips against his with a cry of passion, her body instantly tensing around him as the sudden climax brought on by the combined efforts of his touch as much as the Kiss, ripped through her and had her trembling hard while she clutched at him both within and with her hands.

Perhaps she would've been gentler had she been able to think, but caught in the moment, the way her nails dragged across his shoulder, leaving faint red lines in their wake, wasn't really something she was aware of. No, she was simply trembling and writhing in his arms as she cried out at this point. A mess of emotions and sensations that overwhelmed her in ways she couldn't ever hope to describe.
Her other hand still caught in his hair, trembling as she gripped it tightly as if fearing he might stop should she happen to let go.

Clinching. He clinched tightly to her, against her, within her. She struggled desperately to hold onto him from within and around. Seriously, you couldnt fit water into a bowl that would be as form fitting as the pair of them were against each other, at the moment. Except for the long drawing back of hips, there was no gaps between them. Even as she held him withing, he drew back and forth in the same increased pace. There was no ability to speed it up. They parted, then came together forcefully and fully. Over and over, even as fangs slowly slipped out of her neck. HE had felt her climax, but it wasnt going to be her only one of the night.

He wanted there to be nothing left to give. Multiple climaxed were needed, so as his fangs removed, and the wounds kissed closed, his pace slowed to allow her to breath, and revel in the sensations that sent electric jolts up and down her nerves. But he didnt stop. No.. the pace just lessened, and long slow deep strokes were happening now, his lips once again finding her own with a kiss that held no less fire.. no less passion.. no less meaning, than those that came before it. HE wasnt done, but she was given a small moment's rest.

Slowly, slowly the tension seemed to let go, leaving her soft and relaxed in his arms even if the pleasure lingered, even if she was still softly trembling and whimpering as her body continued to move with his, though slow, almost lazily compared to earlier. It had her shivering as a resonating wave from her sudden climax rushed through her again, her lips parted and breathing heavily against his lips even as she returned the kisses.
The hand that had dragged across his shoulders and back, scoring him with her passion, turning soft and gentle, a contrast no doubt to the slightly stinging pain that had been left behind where her nails had scratched his skin. Her chest pressed to his, sharing in his warmth and the sweat that clung to her skin as much as his now. Her back against her wall, though the slight discomfort it caused forgotten in the blissful state of pleasure she now lingered in.

Good thing he was holding her up... she wouldn't have been able to stand, her knees felt so weak. And the feel of him continuing those slow, deep strokes into her... it had her softly sobbing as she pressed her softly quivering lips to his in a deep warm kiss, one she didn't seem to want to let end.