My dreams were filled with images that I wanted to do anything to scrub them out of my memory. I wasn’t sure what made my heart hurt more, killing people or the idea of Spike and I fighting for years
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He's kissing me and I feel bad but Spike fly's out of my mind and I lose myself even more into his kiss. I let go of Spike for the moment, I let go of the pain and the hurt and everything and just felt here and now.
Oh god it felt good and it shouldn't, I shouldn't let it.
Instead of pulling away I press my body more to his, craving the warmth and something else he had that I couldn't place but I knew I needed more.
My eyes searched his face and all I saw was honesty in his eyes, my - unneeded - breath caught in my throat. "Me. But...Why?" I wasn't sure why, as a girl I was never anything special. Now I was just a fucked up mess, so why would he even think of wanting me or having anything to do with me.
I didn't give him a chance to answer as I tightened my arms around him and kissed him hard, pressing my body flush against his. He felt so good, so warm, so alive. I need it. Need him. Want him.
He wants me...the girl. I know that without a question.
I didn't have time to answer her question because her arms were around me again and her lips were pressed against mine. Her tounge probed my mouth and I groaned as her body rubbed against mine, Fuck how did something so wrong, and yeah I'm well aware of how wrong this is, feel so right? It felt so fucking good and the next thing I knew my hands were at the hem of her soaking shirt and lifting up, breaking the kiss long enough to rid her of the damn shirt before I slam my lips back against her.
All thoughts of Spike and Angel and anything but that cool mouth were so far from the realm of my mind. I lifted my hands to cup her breasts, fuck she felt so good and all I wanted was to throw her down on the bed and fuck her senseless.
Hell sounds like a good idea to me.
I push her back on the bed and settled between her thighs pressing my now very hard cock against her. My hands settled on her thighs rubbing hard circles there as I nipped down her throat to her breasts.
His lips were on mine, my shirt somehow found it's way off and then I was pushed onto the bed. "Fuck." I gasped, reaching up and pulling at his shirt but his hands were still on my body. My patients ran out and I just ripped it from him, baring his chest to my gaze
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Can't say I don't love a woman who likes to take control, of course I have a feeling it's got a little more to do with that demon inside her, but hey it's really apparent i've got a thing for chicks who get turned into vampires, so what the hell ya know
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My body arched up to his and I cried out as he filled me, everything inside me nearly going into shock from the temperature difference. I craved more, more of the warmth, more of how his heart beat against my chest and it almost echoed inside the silence of mine. Everything about him I wanted, needed
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Stop? Like I'm going to stop? I think I'm starting to see the appeal of fucking vampires. She's got my cock in a vice grip inside her, it's cold and hot all at the same time. She's trying to goad me and I just fuck her harder, slam my hips against her bruisingly, for me at least. But fuck if I care, there wasn't anything like this in the world and I cursed Darla for never giving me a fucking taste.
"Shows what you know," I grunt in response. She's so fucking beautiful underneath me and I'd love to just chain her to my bed and never stop fucking her. Not a bad idea actually.
She flipped us over and nipped at my neck before sitting up and riding me, she pulled up and then slammed back down on my cock and I groaned, grabbing her hips and helping her along, not that she needed the help but I enjoyed the feeling of her against me. I ran my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples hard eliciting a moan.
"Then show me more." I challenged him before I rolled us over, pinning him to the bed. I grinned down at him as I slammed my hips into his, feeling his warm cock slam into me over and over. That along with his hands on my breasts was making my head spin. "Oh fuck you're so warm." I gasped softly, dragging my nails down his chest as I rocked on him
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"I'm not worried," I murmur into her lips and trail my hands down to her ass, cupping it hard and pressing her closer before sitting up, one arm firmly wrapped around her back and the other pulling her thighs around my waist.
Fuck, all most too much sensation but I'd rather it kill me than stop this, she's too beautiful, too cool to the touch and too engrained me already. I should care that she's a vampire, that she could kill me without a second thought, but I don't.
I slip my hand between our bodies and find her clit, I pinch her hard and she growls and tightens her legs around my waist. I slam my hips upwards and press against her clit, my fingers biting into her back as I hold her to me.
She claps down around me and lets out an ear piercing scream as she grinds her hips down on me.
"Fuck," I mutter haphazardly as I come hard and fast inside her.
I come moments before he does, hard and fast and so intense I can feel it in my toes. I grip onto him, my nails digging in his back as I feel his heart pounding against my chest.
Opening my eyes I keep rocking my hips as I watch him come, almost in awe at the look on his face as he does. "Fucking hell." I murmur softly, keeping my legs tight around him and him still deep inside me.
I run my hands over his sweat covered back and then one into his hair, bending down and kissing him firmly on the lips, stealing the air from him till I pull away and kiss down his jaw to his neck. "Is this why you stayed?" I spoke in a flat tone as I peppered kisses over his shoulder, then running my tongue over his flesh. "So you could have me, fuck me? Take what was his
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I look down at him and lick my lips, I want to speak but I don't even know what to say anymore, everything's so messed up. I lean in and kiss him hard, feeling his heart pound against my chest and I take what little comfort I can from it before I move off of him and pull his now buttonless shirt over my shoulders
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I growled at her and stared not bothering to give a shit that I’m standing naked and she looks hot in my shirt. I would be fucked up enough to first notice what she looks like looking ravaged in my clothes as apposed to what she’s saying
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My eyes stung at his words and I wanted to cry and tear his heart out in the same moment. I didn't know what to feel, I wasn't even sure what a normal emotion was for me anymore. "He can't bruise a corpse Lindsey." My tone was cold and even, I didn't mean a word of it though. When it came down to it he seemed to be the only one on my side, so he became the one I could lash out on
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Her threat should have frightened me, I knew I was treading on too thin of ice here but I wasn't. Maybe I liked the pain, maybe that's what this obbsession was all about, but it's too late to take back now
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He didn't get mad at me, he didn't yell and he didn't scream. Why? I wanted him to, I needed someone to lash out at and to hurt, I needed something.
I listened to what he said and stood there, images and flashes of things I craved but never could do to him ran through my mind. Part of me wanted to hurt him, make him bleed and hurt just as much as I do, but the other part knew I couldn't do that, I didn't want to. There was just something about him that I knew I needed
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Oh god it felt good and it shouldn't, I shouldn't let it.
Instead of pulling away I press my body more to his, craving the warmth and something else he had that I couldn't place but I knew I needed more.
My eyes searched his face and all I saw was honesty in his eyes, my - unneeded - breath caught in my throat. "Me. But...Why?" I wasn't sure why, as a girl I was never anything special. Now I was just a fucked up mess, so why would he even think of wanting me or having anything to do with me.
I didn't give him a chance to answer as I tightened my arms around him and kissed him hard, pressing my body flush against his. He felt so good, so warm, so alive. I need it. Need him. Want him.
He wants me...the girl. I know that without a question.
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All thoughts of Spike and Angel and anything but that cool mouth were so far from the realm of my mind. I lifted my hands to cup her breasts, fuck she felt so good and all I wanted was to throw her down on the bed and fuck her senseless.
Hell sounds like a good idea to me.
I push her back on the bed and settled between her thighs pressing my now very hard cock against her. My hands settled on her thighs rubbing hard circles there as I nipped down her throat to her breasts.
"Fuck your beautiful."
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"Shows what you know," I grunt in response. She's so fucking beautiful underneath me and I'd love to just chain her to my bed and never stop fucking her. Not a bad idea actually.
She flipped us over and nipped at my neck before sitting up and riding me, she pulled up and then slammed back down on my cock and I groaned, grabbing her hips and helping her along, not that she needed the help but I enjoyed the feeling of her against me. I ran my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples hard eliciting a moan.
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Fuck, all most too much sensation but I'd rather it kill me than stop this, she's too beautiful, too cool to the touch and too engrained me already. I should care that she's a vampire, that she could kill me without a second thought, but I don't.
I slip my hand between our bodies and find her clit, I pinch her hard and she growls and tightens her legs around my waist. I slam my hips upwards and press against her clit, my fingers biting into her back as I hold her to me.
She claps down around me and lets out an ear piercing scream as she grinds her hips down on me.
"Fuck," I mutter haphazardly as I come hard and fast inside her.
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Opening my eyes I keep rocking my hips as I watch him come, almost in awe at the look on his face as he does. "Fucking hell." I murmur softly, keeping my legs tight around him and him still deep inside me.
I run my hands over his sweat covered back and then one into his hair, bending down and kissing him firmly on the lips, stealing the air from him till I pull away and kiss down his jaw to his neck. "Is this why you stayed?" I spoke in a flat tone as I peppered kisses over his shoulder, then running my tongue over his flesh. "So you could have me, fuck me? Take what was his ( ... )
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I listened to what he said and stood there, images and flashes of things I craved but never could do to him ran through my mind. Part of me wanted to hurt him, make him bleed and hurt just as much as I do, but the other part knew I couldn't do that, I didn't want to. There was just something about him that I knew I needed ( ... )
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