That Voodoo stuff don't do nothing for me.
[Continued from here.]
It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in ( Read more... )
It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in ( Read more... )
My body melts against his as his lips press gently against mine, the movement of his body under me, so willing, made me feel comfortable and on edge at once. I was scared of what I was, what I could do. And yet here's this man that seemingly wanted me and the exact thing that I was afraid of.
"Don't..." I pulled back and licked my lips as I looked down at him, gently pinning him to bed to further prove the seriousness of what I was going to say. "Don't let me hurt you."
Looking down, I studied his face, watching as his breathing went from shallow to nearly panting, his heartbeat speeding up moments before I press my lips roughly against his, my body pressing hard to his through the sheets and that pure need that I had to be near him overtook me again. "Want you," I hoarsely whisper in his ear, kissing over his jaw and neck as I let him overpower me and pin me to the bed.
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Except it's me and I can't seem to keep a straight face on the matter for more than a couple seconds. "Maybe just a little," I add with a grin, and then her lips are on mine, rough and hurried and still so sweet. I catch her by the arms and roll with her, the sheets tangling around my legs and her desperate little declarations of need like music in my ears ( ... )
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His words are dangerous and deadly to me, just knowing that makes me writhe under him, arching as I feel the darkness inside me desperate to come out and play. No! Swallowing hard I arch towards his body, feeling his hot mouth over my neck as images of the night before fill my mind.
I hiss into the pillow, my hands making fists as he starts taunting my nipples. A low whimper escaping my lips as I struggle to bring my leg around his hips, the sheet preventing me from moving.
Lindsey's lips are hot as they move over my skin, the warmth filling me from the inside as he struggled to pull the sheet from me. He was panting hard by the time it was tossed aside and his chest was pressed into me. "Warm," I moaned, a small smirk crossing my lips as my eyes locked to his.
"Gonna drive you crazy, Tara."
God yes, please. I reached down and started to pull at his jeans, popping the button off and making quick movement of the zipper. "You're too dressed..." I leaned up and ran my tongue over his neck, nipping playfully until ( ... )
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I'd second that comment if my mouth wasn't busy at the smooth skin just under her ear, and my lungs weren't currently remembering how to breathe. All sorts of vague distracting notions are going through my head, and promptly being shoved aside by each breath-taking little move that she makes under me. But sooner or later, I want those answers. (What was she like before she was turned? Was she the shy gentle girl that I keep catching glimpses of when she lets her guard down? How much of this Tara is due to the demon's sway ( ... )
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"Must take a lot of concentration...To keep from hurting me. Even with the blood...You should probably just keep focusing on that...Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt here."A sly smirk crosses my lips and I look down at him, watching as my fist tangles in his hair and I make him look at me. "Must warn you boy, last human relationship I was in was with a girl..." The smirk turns to playfully cruel. "You've got big shoes to fill...So I wouldn't worry about anyone getting hurt..." My voice dips lower and I tip my head back and study the grooves on the pipes above the makeshift bed as his fingers and ( ... )
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Well, if that doesn't get my imagination running away from me. The low possessive growl I make though, that has to be her bad influence on me. I've known her for what? 24 hours? And already the thought of someone else with her, getting to see her like this, undressed and undone... I can't stand it ( ... )
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Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. And I don’t care. (Is this what Lorne was so afraid of?)
She’s trembling, her hair a glorious mess against the pillow, and I bend to bite her throat with a low growl just to see if she’ll gasp. "Need you," she whispers. My growl turns into something more like a groan and I kiss her fiercely, looking her in the eye ( ... )
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“You’ve got me. Never going to get rid of me,”
Lindsey sits up and I look up at him, the words falling from his lips hitting me in a way I'm not all to sure I'm ready to admit I need. "Good," I moan under him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Now, how do you want me?”
My nails dig into his shoulders and I leave welts as I drag them down his chest; my fingers tingling from his tattoo's as I leave my mark on him for anyone to see. The vulgar words fall from my lips before I can stop myself. "Fuck me." It's a quiet plea that sounds so foreign to my lips, I hear my own soft voice in my ears say words that I never thought I'd say.
All thought's gone a moment later when Lindsey grips onto me hard and pins me tightly again to the bed so hard that my shaking stops, causing me to look up at him and lay motionless. Almost helples under him.
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“Fuck me,” she pleads, with the sharp pronunciation of someone who doesn’t curse that often. Who was she before all this? How much has the demon changed her? How much does the soul hold in check ( ... )
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