Tyr couldn’t resist the parted ridge of her mouth, panting softly. Leaning his weight on his arms, he moved down so his lips hovered above hers, whispering next to her mouth.
"I’m going to kiss you," he said boldly. "Tell me you want me to."
"Yes," she said weakly, not looking. The fight was gone, expended in their exercise. Her body quivered in anticipation--in something more that she didn’t want explained. "I want you to."
Tyr concealed his fangs beneath his lips. Slowly he lowered his arms, moving to his elbows to close the distance. The first brush of velvety softness was like a match to dry tender. A flame struck up between them sending passion throughout their extremities. Each fed off the other. Tyr mouth parted instantly, diving forward to stake claim with a deep, probing kiss that left them both weak. Though his kiss was deep, he kept his teeth back, artfully refusing to cut into her skin.
When she moaned, a soft and truly feminine sound, Tyr answered her with a heartfelt growl of his own. His knees threaded into her legs, urging her legs to part and accept his weight. His hand cupped her face, trying in vain to deepen a kiss that couldn’t be deepened. Jaden’s hands worked their way up to touch him. He tasted of mint. He smelled of earth and he felt of rigid, hard man.
Their lips broke for a moment as Tyr lifted her shirt over her head in a single motion, throwing it to the floor. Then his fingers began an exploration of discovery, gliding over the cleft in her throat, beyond the collarbone, over her side to her waist only to draw back to the swollen mounds of her breasts. He took her fully in hand, massaging through her bra, urging with his thumb so that her nipple would slip from behind its lacy curtain into his mouth.
Jaden’s hands found hold on his smooth chest, rubbing insistently over his rigid skin. Once she explored every crevice of his neck, shoulders and chest, her hands ran over his nipples, teasing them into hard nubs. Tyr groaned, grinding his hips fully against her clothed womanhood.
His hands became demanding in their search. Threading his fingers into hers, he lifted one of her arms above her head to arch her breasts towards him. Jaden felt the intimate connection of their palms as he held her down. Her head thrashed to the side as his lips slid from her mouth to taste the tender flesh of her neck. Jaden peered at their intertwined hands from beneath the slit of her eyelids. The scar on his forearm danced before her, the brand of a shield with a bar down the center. It reminded her of what he was, who he was, why they had met. At that moment she didn’t care--about any of it. This moment, Tyr, was what she wanted more than anything. Jaden knew she would be selfish and take it.
Tyr’s jaw worked against her throat, along the fragile beat of her pulse that unwittingly urged him to bite into her, to really taste her. Pulling away from the temptation, he sat up.
Jaden’s eyes flew open in panic at his quick withdrawal. She saw the red lining his gaze, the monstrous tilt of his seductive brow. He chuckled, a low throaty sound as he whispered, "It is too late to stop."
Jaden stared into his eyes, her gaze seeming to answer, I know. The ice blue orbs swirled with an array of emotion, making them gleam in unearthly splinters of purple and silver. His hands went to her jeans, tugging violently to part the denim. His eyes stayed fixed.
"But what about showing me?" she began only to gasp as he whipped the jeans from her hips and legs in one smooth motion. Those too ended up on the floor.
"I’ve something much more urgent to show you, m’lady," he whispered, coming on top of her. Jaden liked the way he said, m’lady. It made her feel special, unique. The word was as natural as the vampire who spoke it. His hands worked quickly on his own waistband. "And something much more pleasurable to give to you."
As he audaciously said the last, he managed to free himself from the prison of his black pants. Jaden gasped, feeling the hard length of his naked member scolding her thigh with hot pleasure. Without looking, she could feel that his male sex was as demanding and big as the rest of him.
Jaden gulped for air, feeling him rub against her thigh. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment since their first meeting. Everything that was said and done could only lead to this one grand conclusion. No matter how wrong coming together was, it felt right, and they were no match to fight their shared destiny.
Her hands greedily ran over his back, reveling in the strong, tense muscles before dipping over the firm hills of his buttocks to pull him closer. He wore no underwear, so it was easy to venture beneath the tight black material.
Tyr growled, leaving her to quickly strip him out of his pants with a supernatural speed. Completely naked, he once more rose above her, unashamed. His lips dipped to take her ripened nipple into his mouth. The rough texture of her bra ground against them. Tyr lifted his hands to the bra as he kissed her, pulling viciously at the material from both ends, ripping it in two. Jaden’s back tensed in delight of his effortless power. Wondrous sensations flowed through her blood. Tyr’s mouth claimed one breast and then the other. His sharp teeth grazed, dangerous and delightful, grazing her flesh.
Her hand moved in hastened curiosity to find his shaft. Stroking it, she marveled at the hot size of him. She fondled the length of it from base to tip, running her finger over the smooth head before reaching lower to cup the contrasting softness of the two globes underneath.
"I want to explore every inch of your flesh with my hands and mouth. But you have toyed with me too long," he growled like a wild beast against her flesh. "We must slow, lest I cannot keep myself from claiming you."
Lifting his mouth he moved to look her in the face. Jaden returned his look of passion, only wavering when his gaze began to soften. Insecure about seeing his tenderness, uncertain if she could handle softness from him, she lifted her knee to massage his outer thigh, opening herself up for his taking. His hand in hers, she led it beneath her panties. She pressed his fingers into her awaiting moisture.
Hungrily, she asked, "Does this feel like I want you to slow?"
Tyr groaned as she thrust herself boldly into his hand. He allowed a finger to test the slickness of her opened depths. Her essence flowed over him like warm honey. But as he moved inside, her cavern was tight, like a woman held long from the pleasure of a man. Knowing she hadn’t recently coupled with Rick, or any other, pushed him over the edge. His eyes glinted with a dangerously possessive fire.
Tyr turned his hand, slicing her constrictive panties with his nails and tossing them out of his way. His mouth brought kisses to her breast, circling her nipples with his expert tongue. Her hips searched for him, but he held back.
"Oh," Jaden gasped, tortured beyond control. Her hips sought the air for him, for release, scooting down on the bed as she searched for his touch. "Tyr, please … please!"
He ignored her pleas, delighted that she reacted to him with such honesty. Her passion was her own doing, he refused to enhance or force it with his abilities. He wanted to see her pure response to him, wanted to know that she was with him because it was of her choosing. He wanted her to know it as well.
"Tyr," she cried out with more insistence, weak, breathless, begging and pleading for him to end it.
"I want to taste you," he growled.
"I want you inside of me," she countered.
Tyr, with his superior strength, won. Jaden thought her body might explode, but seeing the determination in his eyes when he looked up at her through the valley of her breasts, she didn’t stop him. Her legs spread in offering. Her hips lifted up to eagerly meet his caressing mouth.
Jaden gasped, panted, heaved for air. Tyr’s expert tongue circled her navel. His teeth grazed the tender skin of her belly. With one bite he could’ve ripped her in two. Jaden wasn’t frightened. She liked to feel his power over her. She liked feeling as if he could control her. Never had a man or vampire been able to beat her, conquer her.
Dragging his hands possessively to rest on her hips, his mouth came to the center of her torment. He breathed hotly against her. His tongue flicked over the sensitive nub once,
twice, a third time. Grabbing her by the backs of the knees, he forced her open wide. His lips parted, his kisses drew to the fold that joined her inner thigh to her loins. Smelling the sweet, aroused perfume of her blood, Tyr couldn’t resist. He bit into her flesh.
Jaden bucked in delight. She could feel his teeth anchoring into her, could feel the deepened suck of his kiss as he truly tasted her. It was more intimate than she could’ve ever dreamt. Not to be outdone, his fingers found comfort in the wet folds of her tight holding.
Tyr tasted her, feeling the passion inside of her enhance his. Unlatching his mouth with a groan, he drew his head away in ecstasy, rolling it back on his shoulders. Blood trickled from the wound, staining his lips crimson. It swirled with the dangerous passion in his eyes.
"Now you," he urged. His piercingly erotic gaze filled with lines of red. The low accent of his Nordic speech became thicker, as he urged, "Taste me."
Tyr came up next to her. He drew his fingernail over the side of his neck, cutting into his flesh without flinching. Blood trickled from the wound, flowing like little rivers over the ravines of his shoulder. His body tensed, waiting for her to obey.
Leaning over, he drew Jaden’s mouth to the wound. Quietly, he urged, "Taste my passion for you, let it flow inside of you."
Jaden shivered in ecstasy. The prudent voice in the back of her mind was unable to remind her of how forbidden being with a vampire was. Her mouth greedily licked the opening of his self-inflicted cut, kissing deeply as she drank from his flesh. Her tongue lapped in the taste of him. Tyr groaned in delight at her acceptance, feeling her joining him. The vampiric essence made her body sing with fire and need. His blood had the power to heal, the power to enhance, the power to make her lose all control.
"Yes," he whispered. The words were low and brutal sounding, as if he was pushed beyond the threshold of his pleasure. "That’s it. Take me within you."
Just then, he parted her body to him. With a quick flex of his hips he pushed into her awaiting fold. Jaden cried out as he filled her completely. It had been so long since she’d been touched that her muscles screamed with the pleasure-pain of his girth. Her loins convulsed and she accepted him into her depths. His touch was stiff and hard and so very deep as if he claimed her very soul. She screamed again against his neck. His blood flowed into her mouth, onto her chest to stain her smooth skin.
Tyr reveled in the burning acceptance of her need, pausing to feel her body convulse around him, adjusting to his size. Jaden growled when he didn’t move, demandingly bucking her body against him.
Grabbing her hips, he rode her hard with mindless abandonment of pure gratification. The sensation of Tyr’s seething hardness rubbing against her sweet, tender flesh drove them mad until they couldn’t stop the delving of their bodies. They greedily searched for satisfaction for their shared desires. In that insanity, they knew that this very thing was why they had met--to be together, to come together, to share, to feel something so much richer than agony and death, to become one being joined in ecstasy.
The plunging of his thrusting member strove for complete conquest, staking Tyr’s mystical claim to her flesh. Jaden moaned, whimpered, and yelled him on. He was just as loud in his passion, as he pushed faster, deeper, striking at her core with supernatural speed. Jaden’s body felt as if she were on fire. Nothing mattered but the vampire before her. Her blood swam with the sensation of him. His taste was in her mouth. She couldn’t resist moving to taste more of him. She kissed him deeply, nicking her lips on his fangs.
They couldn’t reason beyond the beatings of their hearts, the pounding need of their fevered flesh. Jaden suddenly tensed, shivers racking her body in violent completion. She screamed, clutching at his strong shoulders, throwing her head back, straining beautifully beneath him. Tyr couldn’t resist the call of her taut, quivering body. He too yelled in dominate pleasure as he thrust himself hard a last time only to release his seed within her.
When the final spasms of passion died into soft quakes, Tyr fell against her sweat laden body. Jaden’s breath gasped loudly under him, bringing him pleasure at her breathless recovery. Both of them trembled in unison, completely sated. For the barest of moments, they were completely free and neither of them felt quite as alone.
* * * *
Jaden sighed in her sleep as she drifted in peaceful dreams. Her limbs were heavy and calm. She could feel a breeze moving tantalizingly over her skin and the strange, uneven texture of grass beneath it. She could detect the warmth of the sun shining brightly on her face, kissing her warmed flesh. In the distance a bird sang a cheerful summer song.
A cheerful song she thought skeptically. A frown marred deeply on her brow as anger seeped in. A bird!
Her eyes popped open. Jaden sat up from her grassy bed in trepidation. Before her was a land blanketed with rolling grasses and swaying weeds. Beneath her was the cushioned bed of a field. The perfumed scent of wildflowers wafted on the temperate wind, their color dotting the ground all around her. It was daytime. The sun was bright--too bright for an old vampire to venture into--and she was alone.
Darting to her feet, Jaden spun in circles. A forest stood nearby, no sign of fences or roads or people. In the distance, she thought she heard the hooves of horses, but the sound was so faint she couldn’t be sure. Tyr was nowhere to be found. Had he let her go? Did he decide she was innocent and that was that? Did he abandon her in the middle of Norway without a word?
Anger at being discarded like a cheap whore bubbled inside of her. Her fists balled in outrage until she realized that something wasn’t quite right. She wasn’t in the mountains, and what the devil was she wearing!
Looking down in amazement, she saw a long, heavy gown of dark blue. Beneath the gown was an undertunic of cream, tightly fitted to her frame. Tiny buttons decorated up the length of the tight, long sleeves. The skirts constricted her legs as she tried to move beneath the unfamiliar weight of the cumbersome dress. The dark blue overtunic gown hung open at the sleeves, arcing like a giant tank top beneath her armpit to her hips. Gold embroidery laid thick over the square neckline and hems and a gold cord draped around her fitted waist, swinging as she moved to touch just below the knee.
Looking around, she felt a fluttering at her neck. Thinking it to be a bug, she wrinkled her nose and jumped to the air. She frantically swatted the dangerous creature away. Instead of smashing an insect, she managed to tear a wimple and veil from over her face. They fluttered to the ground, discarded. Taking a deep breath, she jumped again as the overly long lengths of her hair blew into her vision. The ends reached a good distance past her waist.
"Uh," she said, trying to clear the long locks from her mouth and eyes. Finally, managing to tame the wild tresses back, she held them to the nape of her neck in a fierce grip. She instantly looked around for a knife so she could cut them off.
"Tyr!" she screeched.
"Yea, m’lady," he bowed gallantly. Jaden spun around to face him. He wore a black turtle neck and his matching pants. "Don’t you like the open field? Very medieval, is it not?"
Jaden gasped, staring at him in the sunlight. The rays hit upon his face, making his pale skin glow with life. His hair radiated as if on fire. The daylight gave texture to his lips, red from within by the help of her blood. When he smiled, she saw that his fangs were not as sharp.
Jaden swallowed, remembering all too well how he felt next to her. Her breasts felt swollen. She wanted to kiss him, to hold him, make love to him again in this damned field. But he was an enemy and now that the fevered need of their bodies was tempered back to a reasonable pitch, it was time they faced what they must.
"It is not," she belatedly growled, doing her best to ignore his playful mood. "It looks like any other field. And how come you get to wear that and I am stuck in this? And why aren’t you dead from the sunlight?"
Tyr cleared his throat, his eyes grinning unabashedly. He almost seemed disappointed by her last question. His gaze moved with a rekindling of longing over her form
. He liked her as she was, missed seeing woman as she was now before him--feminine and yet strong. As she had slept next to him, he couldn’t find rest. He had stared at her until the overwhelming urge to see her in sunlight prevailed over him. This was the only way he ever could.
"My apologies," he shrugged, none too apologetic. "It is my mind. I tend to put things as I want them. And you did say you wished you could see this time. Well that dress is part of it."
"I meant the battles, Tyr, not these pre-feminism torture devices. What is with all this blasted hair? And what the devil was on my head?"
"I could take the clothes off," he offered, his eyes turning naughtily up and down her slender frame. He enjoyed her in the dress, the tight fitted waist, the feminine neckline that hugged so perfectly across her breasts, pushing them up for ample display. However, he could also tell she was uncomfortable in it.
"If I have to wear something, make it battle gear," she said, grinning impishly as she warmed to the idea. She rubbed her hands thoughtfully, as she added, "And give me a giant sword."
Tyr nodded, mildly disappointed. In a blink, her arms became slanted down in armor. Beneath the press of unexpected metal, Jaden hollered in surprise as she fell backwards, weighted down. She landed with a thud in the cushioning of grass. A sword dropped from her hand, falling softly beside her. Tyr chuckled and leaned over her. His hands threaded behind his back as he gave her an innocent grin.
With a huff, Jaden pushed the face plate of the helmet up from her eyes. She could feel her body was completely naked under the metal. The dress was gone. Glaring at him with feigned anger, she growled, "Get me out of this nightmare, Tyr. I don’t like being in your mind. And I think you should know that you aren’t the least bit funny."
Tyr shrugged, his look disagreeing with her.
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