A sense of déjà vu swept over her. This can't be happening.
"Why do you always end up bloody and dying in my truck, you idiot," Willow sobbed, as tried to get a hold of him without hurting him much.
The silence scared her. His stillness terrifies her.
"Please Bones... don't do this to me. You can call me Tinkerbell forever, but please don't leave me. I need you Bones. You hear that you dumb rocks, I need you," Willow shouted, her body shaking with the sobs.
Willow can't see a way to lift him without hurting him further.
"Seems like you have stuck here Bones. Good thing your meal is handy right?" Willow's voice shook as she cut a deep cut near her wrist and brought it near his mouth.
"I swear vampire if you pull that stunt like before, I'm going to rip your balls out," Willow grumbled as she adjusted her wrist over his mouth.
Willow knew she was taking a risk and knew that if Lothaire didn't stop, then he would be the last thing her eyes see. His image will be imprinted behind her eyelids as they close forever.
"No regrets," Willow muttered as blood dripped from her wrist into his mouth.
Why is he not latching onto the wrist? Why is he not taking it?
"Please Bones... please take the blood. It's ok... I know the risk, but it's ok," Willow cradled his head onto her lap and whispered near his ear, her breath tingling his skin.
After a bit more coercing, Lothaire grabbed her arm and licked her blood.
Euphoria swept through her with that one lick. She started squirming, her pheromones increasing making her arousal more prominent.
Her sweet scent spread in that enclosed truck, her thighs sleek with her wetness. Her nipples pebbled hard, aching to be touched, to be played with.
"Bones..." Willow groaned as the pleasure intensified until she slipped past the pinnacle.
Release tore through her as she arched her back, her thighs quivering. She clutched Lothaire's arms in a death grip, as she comes leaked outside.
Witnessing her arousal, Lothaire's control snapped. His body healed now, the bullets ejecting themselves out, and laid at the bed of the truck, stained with his blood, Lothaire rose, grabbed her nape, and bent her down for a kiss that he was dying to taste since he met her.
His lips crashed with hers, there is no sweet coercing, it's harsh, it's hungry, it's him laying claim on her.
His fangs nipped her lower lip, breaking the skin. He then sucked the blood, tasting her essence.
Their lips warred with each other, nibbling, sucking, licking.
Needing to taste more, Lothaire flipped her gently, raising above her as his mouth trailed down her neck.
Willow moaned at his assault on her neck.
Lothaire teased the pulse on her neck with his licking. He lightly nibbled, not much to break the skin, but enough to give a glimpse of what to expect.
His hands which were on his sides till now, grabbed her breasts, kneading them, coping with the feel of their weight.
They fill his hand. Lothaire then bent Low and took her nipple into his mouth, clothes and all. It didn't lessen the sensation.
Willow arched her back, wanting his mouth on her skin. Her hands grazed his hair, marveling at its silky smooth texture.
Her leg twined around his hip, licking him in place. Their lower parts touched through their clothes. Lothaire sucked his breath at the inviting valley of her body.
"Willow," he groaned, trying to grab some semblance, trying to resist her but failing.
"Please... Bones," Willow pleaded, not knowing what she was pleading him for. Her mind is fogged up, begging her for more. For the release that only he could give her.
Lothaire grabbed her top and ripped it with his bare hands as he listened to her plea. The little bit of sanity he tried to hold on snapped at her request.
Lothaire growled as his eyes traveled over her torso.
"Mine!" He laid claim over her as his mouth latched on the pink nipple, begging for his attention.
His other hand grabbed her other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers, making her wild.
Pain and pleasure mixed within her as his teeth scraped the nipple, bombarding her senses.
"More," she demanded, tugging at his hair.
His hand traveled Low, to the hidden place of her core. For a second he abandoned his tasting and glared at her shorts as if it's avoiding him from taking pleasure from her body.
His eyes heated as he looked at the display before her. What a picture she made! Her body pink, sweat trickling down between her breasts from perspiration, her eyes shining as if she is on drugs, her lips swollen.
Lothaire smirked as he looked at the shorts and before she could bat her eyelash, ripped it cleanly from her body, throwing the tatters to the side.
His eyes feasted on her body. He needed to taste her, he had to.
Lothaire carefully spread her legs, comfortably settling between them as he lifted her buttocks with his hands and raised her core to be met with his inviting lips.
He teased, probed, sucked on her nub, making her go mad with sensation. Her hands tugged on his hair as she withered.
He then placed his finger at her entrance, just a little bit and she moaned, her release overtaking her.
Willow moaned louder as the intensity of her release amazed her, her body still twitching from the after-effects.
Lothaire tasted her with his lips, his tongue licking the come from her swollen lips.
"Beautiful. Exquisite," he said, meeting her eyes as he licked his lips to show his appreciation.
"Bones," Willow pushed her hips forward letting him know she needed more.
"So demanding... so responsive. Mine. All mine," Lothaire whispered as he kissed her once again.
Willow tasted herself on his lips, which for some reason turned her more.
Her hands grabbed his bloody shirt and tugged, ripping the buttons in the process.
An impatient growl left her lips at his clothed body.
Lothaire smiled at her. "So impatient, my little fireball," he whispered into her ear as he removed his shirt in one go.
Undeterred, her hands found his pants, untucking, unzipping them from his hips.
Lothaire stood before her as he pushed the pants down his legs. He then knelt before her completely naked, his magnificent male hood jutting out from his body.
Willow's mouth went dry. Without her knowing, her hands lifted up, trying to touch him. His length astonished her. Will that fit inside her?
"Careful Tinkerbell, I don't think I will last if you touch me now," Lothaire whispered as he took his place, his eyes meeting hers, his body ready to take her and make her his.
"Is this what you want? Last time Tinkerbell, no stepping back after this," Lothaire asked even when his body was screaming at him "no."
"Yes... yes bones," Willow pushed her hips forward, touching his erectness with her wet core.
Lothaire hissed at the contact. He then positioned himself at her entrance and with one push entered her.
Willow cried in pain at his invasion.
Lothaire stilled his mind taking a bit to recognize her cry.
"Willow... you are..." Lothaire trailed away as something clicked in his mind.
"Don't stop," Willow begged, her teeth biting her lower lip to hold back her cries.
Lothaire groaned as his body demanded the movement, the friction, the age-old rhythm that would help to get his release.
Satisfaction screamed from his posture as he laid claim on her where no one touched her before.
She is mine, all mine, thought Lothaire, his body screaming to take over.
With a grunt, he set the pace, slow at first until Willow's groans turned into moans. He then pushed into her with ferocity, that he feared he was impaling her.
His lips found hers, his hands her breasts as he rose her to the peak once again.
Within minutes, Willow felt the release that was closing on her. She scratched his back with her nails, bit his neck with her blunt teeth as her body toppled over the cliff. Her body shook with tremors. If possible, Lothaire grew big inside her, his length filling her to the brim, touching her insides, pleasuring her.
Lothaire's grunts grew as he followed suit. Just as his release entered her body, he bit her neck, piercing it with his fangs and tasting her sweetness.
His bite made her come once again, wetness pooling at where they joined.
Lothaire soon sealed the wounds and spent he crumbled over her. Their bodies sleek with sweat, their lower halves still joined.
Soon they closed their eyes, giving in to the exhaustion as the adrenaline left them. Lothaire turned at the last minute not to squish her with his weight, finally separating their lower halves.
Instead, he took her into his arms, her head tucked on his chest, her legs over his, her hands on his abdomen, her hair wet and tangled.
Lothaire curved his arm around hers, his other touching her hip, they slept into oblivion as the beautiful rays of sun touched the sky.