Faline

Turning to her in wariness, my face is grabbed and my mouth captured. My tongue gets bitten when I try to pull away, my hands at her chest trying to push away have no success. Making a sound of annoyed anger, I kiss her back just as hard. Her pleased groan irritates me. There's just no winning here. I could attempt to bite off her lips and she would find pleasure in it. Woman is some kind of twisted.

I grab the lapels of her suit coat as she walks me backward towards the desk, squeaking as the hard wooden corner of it stabs into my tailbone. Cool hands move from my face to pull at the towel around me, dropping it to the floor then lifting my ass onto the table. The even colder touch of it makes me jump and causes another protest squeak.

It's a bit hard to complain when your mouth is full of Vampire tongue. My thighs are spread so she can move her body closer, legs dangling to either side as my rear end is perched on the edge of the corner. Hands move up from my rear to roam north, cool fingers going all the way up and gripping my shoulders.

"You're not happy unless you're causing trouble somewhere, are you?"

Before I can even attempt to reply, my mouth is full again. Wet, slippery, and laced with blood. Kissing so hard that we're cutting each other up with our own fangs.

My inner core warms, delighted thrills running up my spine to cascade goosebumps down my body. I move my hands from the grip on her lapels to the skin behind them. Fingertips touch on warm flesh, warmed from someone she fed off of recently.

Situating them right under her breasts, I cup her ribs as the firestorm of our heated kissing raises arousal levels. A small jingling sounds as I work a hand down her abdomen, the noise causes me to stiffen. I really hate bells.

The dangling orb is at her navel. My fingertips move over it, feeling the cool metal bar and small links. Grasping hold of the offending sound maker, I yank hard. Her gasp and small cry have her melting into me.

See? Twisted.

The charm gets tossed as she leans harder into me, pushing me back onto the desktop. My body may be happy with the way things are going but I'm not. Trying to push at her again gets me nowhere but pushed down myself.

Pressed in between my legs, I bring them up in a vain attempt at kicking her away. The movement allows her to lift her own leg, resting her knee snug against my core and rise above me. Her hands move to either side of my head as she pulls free of the fang tangle and moves to my neck.

Heated lips touching on cool skin has my back arching, hands moving to clasp her head as it moves further down my throat to lick at the hollow between my collarbones. Her knee has shifted away, but she's taken to roaming my abdomen with her hands, nails prickling every now and then over tender skin. My brain is fogging as I sink deeper into her lust, mewling at her in acceptance.

Breath hitches as her fangs sink into the swell of my chest, causing liquid heat to form almost instantly. Holding her head to me while my legs move against her restlessly, I squirm on the cool wood. Keening in need as the pull from her mouth has my brain filling with only thoughts of her.

I hate that she can cause this reaction in me. Sharp nails press into my thighs, spreading them wide to the point of pain and holding them there. My mouth becomes dry as I gasp, trying to squirm both closer and away.

Each draw she takes has heat coiling higher and tighter within me, so much so that when she pulls away, I cry out in denial. Her mouth captures mine once more in a hard kiss before she moves down, licking a pink trail down the center of my frame to my navel. She lays a kiss over it before going down further, a cry coming from me as she nips at my mound.

One thigh is released, the freed hand coming up to slide fingers into my mouth and over my tongue. I bite down before she stabs at the back of my throat, body jumping at the first touch of a wet tongue on seeping lips. Nails dig into the meat of my thigh as the wiggling thing at my nethers starts playing even more havoc with my mind, fingers tapping at my tongue in the same rhythm.

My hands scrabble at the wood on my sides, nails digging deep grooves as my hips buck. The hand at my mouth succeeds in muffling the sounds escaping me, but not totally. At this point, I could care less as I just want to find the release she keeps building me up to. Lady has a nasty habit of driving me up, then pulling back before I can go over that ledge. Doing it several times till I'm a writhing mass of crazed need. To the point of begging and promising anything, which is very dangerous, especially for me.

Tongue stabs deep before widening to make a sweep upwards, flicking at that bundle of nerves that has me dancing around like a damned fool. Almost screaming when she pulls away, only to sink fang into my inner thigh. I open holes into her fingers and draw from them strongly, just as she does to me.

Not very effective with no major vein where I'm biting into, but works for me nonetheless. Not like any of it gives nourishment, but tell that to this woman who keeps taking from me like I'm a damn glass of lemonade. The draw from my thigh is painful but just as pleasing as it tips me closer to where I want to be.

A growling cry sounds when she pulls away once more, not closing the wound but continuing to lap at the blood flowing from it. The muscles tighten as I move in annoyance. I get nowhere though, not with her fingers still clasped in my mouth and nails digging into soft flesh.

"Who do you belong to?"

So crazed I am with need, I don't answer, not even sure I'm hearing her right. She pulls her fingers free, punctures still there as they escape my grip. Another flick to the sensitive bundle has me bucking like a mad thing, panting heavily in both need and frustration.

"Who do you belong to?"

Golden eyes open, blazing at her, clearly showing my displeasure. She nips at my thigh, drawing that wicked tongue of hers over the slowing flow of blood from the bite. Heated blue and green eyes are fixed on me, unreadable but for the desired answer she wants. She waits, but I remain stubbornly silent. Fangs puncture right above the ones already given, my gasping cry has my hips bucking into her again. The fading heat blaring up as if it never wavered.

A wet swipe followed by an adjustment of position heralds another bite in the opposite thigh. My whimpered cry sounds before I clench my teeth. A Vampire can drive one to insanity doing this; the denial of pleasure that dangles so close, yet is denied.

There's more pain to this bite, a reprimanding pressure from giving no answer.

"Who do you belong to?"

Her soft, easy-going voice makes me growl. Quickly followed by a low scream when a tongue dives again, only this time accompanied by the punishing sinking of fangs into my mound right above that throbbing knot. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes; the knowledge of being screwed no matter what answer I give her unseeming as important as needing to find release.

The thrusting dancing tongue slips up to tease once more, eyes blazing at me as she demands my answer. Sweat covers my body as it arches again, spine bending almost in half as that tugging pressure tightens within me. Unable to take it anymore, I give her her damn answer, knowing it true even though I wish otherwise.

"You. I belong to you."

My gasping breaths manage to get it out, my voice near unrecognizable. Hot tears fall at the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Grasping my thighs once more, she makes a seal over my mound and pulls flesh into her mouth as she sets to drive me even more insane.

Trying to twist and crawl away even as I want to press closer, my brain explodes in the ecstasy she creates. I'm not even sure if the scream was in my head or aloud, but things go black for a time. The thrumming in my body courses through me, tickling every sense and nerve ending.

When my eyes next open, she's hovering over me with a smug expression. I just look at her, unsure how to react or feel...aside from annoyed. She leans in once more, touching lips to the corner of my mouth before tucking her face into my neck.

"I am not one of your damn slaves."

She chuckles, which just aggravates me more. Her hands are resting on either side of my ribs, light touches that have pressure, but nothing overly so in a way you'd hold someone down. I do want to move, but at the same time, I don't.

My brain is all sorts of confused, but it seems like too much work right now to figure it all out. Multiple scents are in the air with varying degrees of potency, the biggest one being of me. This room seems to be my sex room or something.

"No, you are not a slave, but you do belong to me."

I give a light snort.

"I can argue that. Confession was given under duress by unconventional means and therefore not legal."

Untucking herself, she pulls back and looks at me in amusement. That in itself is also annoying. Hell, everything this woman does annoys me. There. When she isn't being a raving crazed bitch though...

"Why were you in a towel and not the garment I gave you?"

Was waiting for that. Shrugging, I blink at her in innocence.

"It had an unfortunate accident."