Pass...Pass...OOO Take(Damien Black)(Warning-R)

[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] “No, I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay. I want you.” He didn't need to hear how her voice fell from those lips, or see those facial features when she spoke those words. He didn't even need those words to tell him how she felt. He could feel it from her heartbeat. He could smell her and know. Pheremones working in a succession of wild fire that ached to burn him into some form of hell or oblivion. She had one hell of an appetite, but his was bigger, and for that, as well as many...other things, he was willing to play with her for a bit longer. He had no choice but to fall in line like any mortal would. Kiss her. Let his lips press against hers and search her tongue as she did his. The feel of her hands made it all a little more interesting. Where would they end up? They both knew where. Then it would lead to other places and his hands moving along her form. Proportions becoming touched by tips to tingle that soul of hers, and hers to light his own a flame with delight and lust for more. His right hand remained relaxed on her side, he could feel the warmth of her flesh beneath the palm of his hand. The weight of her breasts pressed against his chest made cause for action. Drawing in more wanting kisses and teasing those lips of hers every once in a while. He had to admit, he enjoyed this a little bit more than he should have. He could have kissed her all night, in reality, where real people lived, he didn't want to, and he wouldn't. It was when she pushed up on him with a purring noise against lips, he had embraced her with both arms, one behind her back, while the other cradled her injured leg softly, lifting her from that couch and instinctively heading for her bedroom. If it mattered, he would turn the lights on in a moment after placing her down gently on the bed. Upon return he had to shuffle her back to lay. One leg between her own as the other rested on the other side of her leg. Hands bracing himself up as he looked at her. Into those eyes to see what it was she could will herself to go beyond the distance. How far could she go? How far would she let herself go? Could she handle his own depths? Could he handle hers? He sensed her appetites long before his eyes were laid on her, though he hadn't put a face to that sensation until the boys on the side had taken a conversation to their privy based on her actions throughout the night. But to now let those lips be touched by his and taste that which made her even sweeter, that was delightful in it's self. Exploring her body with hands to unravel fabric and release her of those binds. That was even better. How that tongue graced down her body and traveled in spiral realms over her sex. Against and in. Hands and fingertips moving with a smoldering passion, the writhing ache he felt. Oh it was much better. Much, much better. "I want you." Whispered before lips graced her lips once more. As if he wanted to suck the life out of her with a passion that would make anyone want to pray to even him. Seeking a sigh of sort or, feeling of those hands to pull him back into oblivion. She was a good Grecian. (for you lamers out there it refers to her as being goddess like while not calling her a goddess) His form pressed against her own for a moment as he sunk into her abyss of flesh to flesh pleasure without so much as penetrating her. She could feel it and want it more. Let her want more instead of make her. Know that she wanted to have him apart of her as much as he wanted her apart of him. If things got too intense, he'd have no choice but to take a taste test.

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[adonis]

A soft gasp escaped between her lips, not for the first time that night, when Damien’s strong arms gathered her up. He carried her gently, being extra careful of her ankle, which made her heart melt for him. How could someone who had just met her be so considerate and caring of her injuries? He hadn’t seemed like the kind of man who would be so gentle, he seemed more like the kind of man that struck fear into the hearts of other. Yet here he was, holding her like she was precious.

He seemed to know exactly what direction to go for her bedroom, not that it was too hard with her fairly open floorplan, there was only three doors in the apartment, one they’d come in through and another was open to show a bathroom. Her back hit the bed and she lay her head back, feeling his absence in the warmth that flooded her skin. She couldn’t find it strange, in the moment as she was, that rather than feeling warmer from being close to him, she felt cold. His leg pushed between her own and Adonis felt her heart begin to pound.

She lifted her head to capture his lips again, feeling his hands whisper down her body. Cold air hit her skin as he slipped the dress from her body, followed by the tiny slip of fabric that functioned as underclothes. He trailed his lips along the path his hands had laid out and then her world dissolved into nothing but flashing lights and pleasure. She lost all sense of what was going on, every nerve in her body centered on the spot where his tongue and hands were. Adonis squirmed in pleasure on the bed and laid her hand on his head, moaning as she did so.

He wanted her too, not that she couldn’t tell, her world expanded again as his lips touched hers once more and she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingers slid down to the waist of his pants and pulled his shirt out. After his shirt was free, she began to slip the buttons out of their holes and then pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Acres of perfect tanned skin were bared to her eagerly seeking hands, and she ran those hands across all of that skin.

Adonis moved her lips down to his throat and trailed her tongue along the skin there before suckling gently. Her hands slid down to undo his pants while she did this, more bare skin and that sexy trail down to what it was she really wanted. The zipper came down and Adonis cupped the part of him that showed he wanted her most. The size of him made her pant for more and she arched her back into him, trying to push his pants down from sheer force of will.

“Mmm, Damien.” She moaned against his lips, the core of her aching for him, begging for him.
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Count It: 497
Dedicate It: Sevi/Damien
Note It: Gotta put that warning in ha ha

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[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] She must have liked it. He could tell when her heartbeat grew stronger and he swore it was beating so hard against her chest that he wanted so desperately to see it thump through some sort of x-ray machine, or even more so, feel it through her veins as he was drinking her delightfully. Withdrawing clothes was enough to let him know that she wanted it just as much as he had, perhaps even more, but much like his old man, Damien was a sucker for mortals. Oh this mortal proved to be very special. Someone who waved off a dozen men and picked her men as if there had been that one good piece of fruit out of a batch of many disastrous pieces. The poisoned apple in the barrel of the others had been what she picked, but of course the poison he had coursing through his own veins had been death, and he wanted to intrude on her life with just that. If she let him bite her tonight, she would perhaps prove most worthy of becoming more than just a mere consort of the lucky kind. “Mmm, Damien.” Released through those lips of hers, it would only prove to bring his urges on, much like when she had kissed along his neck and pressed fingers over skin. How his head fell low over the flesh of her tummy to kiss near her abdomen and to trickle lower with lingering kisses to lower lips before the others. Making sure her leg would not be disturbed through his small buffet of Adonis. Her words urging him on, the more he felt hands creeping through his hair, letting lips and tongue explore her before moving up higher to accompany other needs that women carried. It wasn't such a big deal to please a woman. In the back of his mind it had been very pleasing, but he wanted so much more. He wanted to climb inside of her and taste not only those lips once more but to taste her blood seep from the veins in her breasts and climb into his mouth and seep down his throat. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked her once more. He had to because he was already on the verge of seeping into her dark cavern of wonderment, and not only that, but once nails began moving over skin and working over his back and shoulders, he would lean in and take a mound into her mouth and take pride in the masterpiece of his work. Perhaps her throat. Yes. She would cling to him with a great grip she probably hadn't ever given in her life, and it was high time she did. He wouldn't be able to help it for long. She wouldn't know that it was the bite she was sanctioning herself to. It would be thought to be merged into the aspect of them making love, having sex, ravaging one another until legs could no longer work along side arms and the rest of her body. He'd take caution to her injured ankle and hope that her mind would be taken away from that specific pain and be taken back by his actions laid against her with protruding fangs dug into that soft neck of hers there to the curve but being cautious of her jugular. Not to take her life then and there and have no option but to turn her into the very thing he was. It would be too early and he'd lose someone to the undead that he had only just met. Would she still like him after? Would she think he was the gracious gentlemen that he had currently proven to be?

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[adonis]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Are you sure you want this? God how she wished he would stop asking that question. No one could make Adonis do anything she didn't want to do. That was a given in all things. She was a strong woman and she would never be forced into anything. She'd nearly been raped once, the man who'd tried it had ended up in the hospital with his eyes nearly clawed out and had to have a testicle retrieval surgery. "Yes Damien. I'm sure." She grabbed his face and made sure he was looking at her. "I want you, inside me, right now." And she desperately did. He had teased, she had teased, they'd had more than enough foreplay here and at the ballroom. What she wanted right now was just to get straight to the down and dirty. If her leg weren't messed up she would have just flipped him over and rode him on her own. She did so enjoy being on top. But for tonight she would have to make due with the bottom. Perhaps some other night they could meet again and she could be a more active participant. Adonis lifted her body up, resting most of her weight on her good foot and her elbows. She rubbed her full length against him and bit down somewhat hard on his shoulder. Her voice was little more than a growl in his ear. "Dive in baby." Sweet salvation was in sight. She didn't know about the biting from him, but Adonis was one of those women who was willing to try anything once. Though, if he was good, as he was bound to be, she probably wouldn't feel anything north of her pelvis anyway. He could sink his fangs into her silken skin, bleed her dry, and she wouldn't even notice.

[*Damien Black]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] "Yes Damien. I'm sure." She grabbed his face and made sure he was looking at her. How could he not? She was so fucking beautiful and her eyes had pulled him in like a rip tide ready to take him further into the sea. "I want you, inside me, right now." Licked lips had pressed against her own before he had immersed himself within her.It was the growling in his ear and her body moving against his that had urged it on more. She was in for a surprise. He tried. Whilst he was inside of her and delved deeper than he should have within her he couldn't wrap his thoughts on something other than how delicious she smelled. Mortals. Such beings that would devour his very long lost soul and hide it somewhere new and wonderful. Lips tried to kiss only her lips, but he couldn't stop them from trailing over her neck and shoulder. Hands moving over mounds to pull into his mouth and tease with his tongue and fingertips. He felt his gums tickle when her pulse beat against lips when he suckled her neck now, it was trailing into bone and he could feel his fangs expanding more and more. Moans were released through lips to both her and the wrenching pain he felt in his gum line, driving inside her deeper and harder before he raised his head as if taking a breath of air, his mouth now pressed against the curve of her neck and those K9's were now pressing into her skin just below the jugular. Such a strong pulse. Turned him on when her blood hit his tongue. Giving him a cold shiver to his already dead body. Each thrust was long and hard and the more he gave it to her, the more he took away. Eyes closing as he enjoyed the taste of her. Wanting to listen in on the whimpering and moaning that befell those sweet lips of hers. The feel of her breasts warm against his chest as her heart beat grew more and more. He'd release when it was the right time. When that moment before the slowing of her heart commenced. Hope to Demon she wouldn't go cry vampire and blow the secret out into the open.

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