Fic: Moonlight Nights (Vampire!Karl/OFC)
She wakes with a start when she feels the sudden dip in the mattress, and it takes her a moment of blinking to orient herself.
Once she does, and she sees it’s him, she feels the fear subside and desire tighten in her belly. He looks tired but sexy as hell. It’s her favorite outfit. A white dress shirt half unbuttoned and a worn pair of jeans shouldn’t look that good. But the best feature is the one that ought to scare her, but only serves to make her want him more. She can see the gleam of his stark white teeth as he grins and licks the fangs that glint in the moonlight.
He’s the picture of the current literary cliche, tall, dark, handsome, and undead. Personally she thinks he puts the Twilight kids to shame, next to Karl, they look like neutered puppies. She chuckles at her own internal monologue, and opens her arms, in a silent invitation to draw him to her.
He’s there in the time it takes her to blink her eyes, snuggling into bed next to her, placing a cloying kiss on her lips. Entirely too quick for her liking. She huffs before fisting her hand into his shirt and pulling him in for a deep kiss, her arms wrapping around him in something akin to an octopus, but she knows he’s a fan of her clingy ways.
He chuckles into her lips before opening his mouth to allow her questing tongue access to it’s goal. She maps the inside of his mouth for what feels like hours, but is more like minutes, enjoying the way that he occasional growls into her mouth, and after a few minutes, the way he begins to grind his hardening erection into her thigh.
She releases his mouth, but not before running her tongue lovingly against his fangs, because really she can’t resist herself, its just sexy and makes her feel powerful. Plus it has the added bonus of making him moan like a cheap whore and grind down onto her even harder.
Karl grins as he loops his fingers through the strap of her silk nightgown, pulling the whole garment off, and then drops his head to kiss her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up to her jawline. She expects the nip to her jaw, but it still makes her buck up into him, all the same. His retaliation for her earlier teasing of his fangs.
She chuckles low and dirty as she cards her fingers through his hair, and he continues to trail kisses along her cheek, down the column of her neck, along her shoulder, pausing to nip at the skin occasionally.
Her voice peaks and flows with the mix of kisses and teeth as she speaks, “missed you, missed this, earlier. Took me forever to fall asleep.”
He hums against her neck, before he pulls back to offer her a smile, “missed you too. Filming ran late. But I’m here now.”
She laughs and pulls him back in for a languid kiss. He pulls back allowing her to breath, sort of.
Once his lips leave hers, he’s trailing kisses down her neck, across the slope of her breasts and down, to let his tongue swirl around her nipple, causing her to shiver and stealing her breath again.
Her head falls back against the pillow as he teases the hard bud of her nipple with his full lips.
And she arches up as he sucks her nipple into his mouth, loving the hot wet sensation, that makes her crazy. He’s always careful, to give her just the edge of teeth, enough to make her flood with desire and buck up into his well placed thigh, but never enough to break the tender skin.
Her hands card into his hair again, pulling him in closer as he gives her other breast the same treatment, and she continues to ride his thigh, her hips steadily bucking into him, in constant search for more.
And he finally gives it to her.
Because quicker than she can realize, he is not above using his superior speed against her-in the best possible ways, he’s got his head between her spread thighs. And she has a smart remark about him using his “powers” in bed, but it dies on her tongue as he uses one of his thick, tanned fingers to spread her open, plunging deep into her, causing her to buck up again.
But he’s got his hand on her pelvis holding her down, which she whimpers at, because that can only mean one thing. Torture. He’s about to unleash the most delicious torture on her.
And she’s right to expect it. Because even as she’s think the thoughts, he’s blowing a stream of cool air onto her clit, making her shiver, and her walls clench around his still probing finger, and she fruitlessly tries to buck her hip in the air in search of more, only to be held fast agains the bed by his hand.
She’s all but begging when she speaks, “Fuck, Karl. Don’t tease.”
He licks his lips, and does it again, chuckling as she swears at him.
His voice is deep and husky when he speaks, her only indication that he’s this is effecting him too. “Like you weren’t teasing when you went to bed in that silk thing you were sleeping in when I came in.”
She can’t fault him for that. He’s right. She’d been hoping to entice him to wake her up when he’d got home, and it’d worked. Well it’s sort of worked, if he’d ever stop teasing her and get on with it.
His voice is full of mirth as he speaks, “Alright, love, I’ll get on with it.”
And she hadn’t realize she’d said that out loud. But her brain is having a hard time focusing at the moment, thank you. And fact that his words had been accompanied by him crooking his finger, to rub against her g-spot, well it hadn’t helped her focus any.
“Karl.” She can't help it if his name is practically purred at him.
He chuckles, and it reverberates against her clit, because his lips are mere centimeters from her core. And then he’s tonguing at her clit, while the two fingers he has in her (because yes he’s added a second and really her brain just shut down) are steadily hitting her g-spot on every rough thrust.
She’s writhing on the bed, looking like a marionette with it’s strings cut, trying to push him off, while trying to force more of her body in contact with his. Anything to stop this, or make it last longer. She’s caught in a tidal wave of pain, but it hurts so good. And she needs more, but it’s too much, and she can’t decide what she wants.
But then she feels the barest scrap of his teeth against her clit. It’s pain mixed with mind blowing pleasure, and her body short circuits. She comes, soaking his fingers, flooding the sheets, screaming herself horse and thrashing like only he can make her.
She still recovering from her orgasm, already wrung out, when he is suddenly everywhere. And he’s sliding home, thrusting into her with enough force that she’s pushed back up the bed.
She screams his name, so loud it’d have to wake the neighbors if they had any. And then she’s clawing at his back, trying to hold on to something, anything. She’s helpless to anything but ridding out the force of his passion with him. And it’s the best thing she’s ever felt.
It’s been only second since her earth shattering orgasm, and she’s exhausted, but he’s winding her up again. Hitting her clit and g-spot with every thrust. Filling her in the way that only he can, making her want more, want him.
And she’s babbling, “fuck Karl. Come on. I want to feel it when you’re gone tomorrow. God you’re so deep. Don’t stop.”
And he couldn’t if he wanted to. Because she does this to him. Makes him loose control, to the egde of hurting her. But it’s wild and unrestrained and he’s thrusting into her so hard, that the headboard is the only thing stopping her from going through the wall.
He can feel his control slipping. Because looking at her sweat soaked face, slack with lust and passion, and exhaustion, he wants more. More of her, he wants to own her, to make her his in every way.
And then her face contorts into the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he’d swear her eyes have rolled back into her head, and she’s screaming his name again, sounding like a banshee. And he can’t hold back any more.
Her scent, his love for her, the tight wet heat ripping around his dick, it’s too much.
He sucks at her clavicle, and thrusts one last time. Then he’s biting down, breaking her skin, tasting the copper of her blood, as his release floods into her, and he can’t think anymore, he’s lost in the absolute pleasure of the moment.
They slump together, next to each other, legs still tangled, as a pair of sated exhausted bodies.
The only sounds in the room are their combined labored breathing.
She comes back to herself slowly, and starts to feel the delicious aches and pains that will remind her tomorrow of what they’d done tonight. She sighs and snuggles into his side. Then pinches the soft skin of his stomach.
“Oi. What was that for?” Karl asks as he scoots away only to pull her in against him again.
She runs her hands to her neck, “You bit me!”
He chuckles, “what can I say, I’m a method actor.”
She huffs, “and what have I said about wearing costumes home? Do the make up girls know you took those?”
He nuzzles the spot where his teeth broke the skin, and he can’t lie, he’s thrilled that she’ll be wearing his mark for days, “You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago. They told me I could keep them, a souvenir from filming.”
She rolls her eyes, but offers him a playful smile.
He chuckles, “Besides what good it is being in a vampire movie if I can’t bring the character into the bedroom?”
She gives him a gentle shove, and then a playful smack on the ass, as he starts to climb out of bed, “well go take ‘em off, you’ll be bitching about them hurting if you sleep with them in. And then get back in here. Fantastic sex like that calls for epic cuddling.”
He chuckles and leans over the bed to give her a lingering kiss. “Whatever you say, Bella.”
She throws his pillow at his retreating naked form, it’s what he gets for comparing her to those Twilight kids.
She can’t help it if she thinks he makes a sexy vampire. And she’s willing to bet the fangirls will think so too. She rolls over to stare at the ceiling while she waits for him to come back and silently plans her tomorrow afternoon. No one can blame her if she trolls the fan sites for Vamp Karl fic, after all she could write one hell of a story herself.