Willow woke with a slowness, lethargic after their sexual prowess drained their energy, blissful yet weak.
She felt like her eyelids glued to each other. She felt content. With a yawn, she shifted her body thinking to herself that she should change the hard mattress to a much softer tone.
With one eye open, she tried to check the time that is usually placed beside her bed.
Only, there is no clock, no bed for that matter. Nor is she in her room. Willow jerked upright, slightly wincing at the pain she felt in her lower region.
God, it hurts.
She then reminisced about the events that happened last night or early in the morning. How Lothaire has plowed yes literally plowed into her.
Willow winced once again at her wanton behavior. She closed her eyes, cupped her face into her hands, and groaned loudly.
A chuckle from her right made her stiffen. She peeked through the gap from her fingers to a smirking vampire who laid with his hands behind his head as if he was the king.
"You!!!"
"Yes Tinkerbell, me. Or have you forgotten? I can remind you if you want," Lothaire said, his hips moving slightly.
His very naked hips didn't take away attention from his very long length that stood proudly as if waving her a "hi."
"Can you turn that thing off?" Willow asked, unable to tear her eyes away from his body part.
"Sorry, Tinkerbell. It doesn't work like that," Lothaire chuckled once more, enjoying her discomfort at his nakedness.
"Then cover it with something. It's distracting me"
"That's not what you said last night Tinkerbell. If I'm not wrong you want to touch it. Well, go ahead. He is all yours," Lothaire smirked.
Willow squirmed where she sat. Even if she wants to she can't take her eyes away from him. It's not like she hasn't seen a male body part before. She has. But nothing that Everett's body and devoured her from inside out.
Without meaning to, her hand traveled along, hovering over his body.
Lothaire sucked his breath, playfulness gone from his voice.
"Why can't I stop it?" Willow whispered, afraid to break the spell.
"Why do you want to?"
"This is not right"
"Then why does it feel so right Tinkerbell?" Lothaire asked, covering the distance between her hand and his body by jutting his hips.
Willow groaned while Lothaire hissed at the contact.
She then rubbed the head with her hand, enjoying the silky smoothness and texture. Her mouth salivating as she looked at the nerves traveling through the length.
"Taste it," Lothaire coerced as pre-cum leaked from his head.
Willow as if in trance bent her head and licked the crown. Lothaire groaned watching the peak of her tongue as it came out of her mouth and swooped over his head.
"Willow, "Lothaire called to get her attention.
Willow looked confused as she met his heated eyes.
"Move your hand honey. Yes, just like that. It feels so good. Take it into your mouth baby, slowly," Lothaire guided her as she bent and did as he asked of her.
She struggled initially to take his full length, but with his sweet words, she left her inhibitions and took him inside her mouth in one go. His head hitting the back of her throat, gagging her.
"That's it, sweetheart. That's it," Lothaire continued.
Willow used her hand and mouth on him, with each passing second, her shyness shedding, squeezing him with the right amount of pressure, making him wither under her.
Oddly she felt powerful. As if she is the one who is handling him. Not him guiding her.
Her teeth scraped the side of his length lightly. Her tongue licked, swirled along the way making him mad.
Her hands took hold of his balls and gently massaged them, playing, marveling at their texture.
"Willow, if you don't stop now, I'm going to lose it," Lothaire growled, seeing the edge of his release.
Willow continued her machinations, wanting to see this vampire losing control.
Lothaire came with a cry that soon became a growl as his release hit the back of her throat. Willow willed herself not to gag and swallowed with difficulty.
"Come here," he pulled her towards him, gently tucking her arm.
His length hardened once again when he felt her skin over his.
"You like the power you have over me, don't you Tinkerbell?"
Lothaire tested her entrance with his fingers.
"God, you are so wet for me. Is this because of me, sweetheart? Answer me"
"Ye... yes"
"Good. I like it. I like it a lot," Lothaire tended to show how much he liked it for the next 2 hours.
He took her from behind, his fangs scratching the back of her, gently playing with her, his hands cupping her breasts as he plummeted her so hard that the truck shook from the impact. Marking her once again when he released inside her.
If not for her stomach rumbling for food, they would have not left their nest.
With great reluctance, he carried her bridal style, uncaring about his nudity as he wrapped her in his shirt, the scent of sex clinging to their skin, he leaped through the steps.
Willow scrambled into the bathroom, locking the door once she was safely inside. She needs space.
Her mind is jumbled, her senses fried from his touch, she can't seem to differentiate what she is feeling and what he is making her feel. What his bite is making her feel!
Willow chewed her lip as she leaned on the door, her forehead turning left and right in indecision.
What has she come here to do and what is she doing? That too with a vampire! The kind which killed her parents.
Tears welled inside her eyes. It's not his fault but her own. She knew the consequences yet she jumped face down without thinking of them.
Regret coated a sour taste inside her mouth.
"Willow, open the door," Lothaire banged the door, sensing her mood shift.
"Go away, vampire. I need a minute," Willow shouted, her voice catching at the end.
"Willow..."
"I'm fine. I just need a minute"
"No. What you need is me. Now open the damn door or it won't be there the next minute," Lothaire threatened, feeling helpless as if she is slipping like quicksand from his fingers.
"Please Bones... not now," Willow pleaded, not having the energy to fight him in this.
Lothaire sighed, sensing her dejected tone and not liking a bit. But if he barged inside, it would only infuriate her further.
With a growl, he punched the wall beside the door, debris spewing everywhere as it crumbled, making a hole in the shape of his fist inside the wall.
The sound of his retreating steps made her sniff some more. What a mess she became! She, the woman who doesn't cry is a blubbering mess.
Guilt and regret waged war inside her. She shouldn't feel guilty after all it's her decision to take pleasure from him. But all the same, she felt like she was betraying her parents somehow by sleeping with him.
A tear slipped down her cheek. It's not his fault, she mentally chided herself once again.
Willow stood under the shower, letting the water drip down her body, her mind trying to iron out the creases.
Unintentionally her hand went to the place where Lothaire made her mark on her body.
She bit her lower lip as her touch alone caused ripples along her body. What's happening to her? Why is it so sensitive to touch?
What does the bite mean?
A frown appeared between her eyebrows. She feared it held some kind of importance but it eluded her grasp currently.
Willow bit back a groan that threatened to slip past her. With stern hands, she scrubbed her body angrily until it turned red.
She doesn't know whom she is angry at- Lothaire, her, or the circumstances? But with each bite mark on the body that came into view, with each red mark that turned on her body, her temper rose.
He wanted to mark her and he did, deliberately. Willow can see his possessiveness over every bite, laying his claim as if she is a toy.
Her hands fisted as she saw his smirk in her mind's eye.
Bastard.
A haze covered her eyes. She didn't doubt that she too was at fault. That she is the one who initiated the second time. In her mind, she needs a target, a participant to take the blame and Lothaire fits the bill perfectly.
Grinding her teeth hard, she pushed the bathroom door and strolled clad in a towel.
"You!" Willow stomped towards him, her eyes refusing to trail down his naked length. Her jaw clenched harder.
"Yes sweetheart, you hollered?" Lothaire drawled, his voice relaxed, all the previous possessiveness gone.
Willow stumbled at his casual tone. Now, what is he playing at?
"It's your fault," Willow accused, without any air behind it as she looked at his careless smile.
"Which one? According to you, I have committed many"
"You know what I mean"
Lothaire sprang as if a cheetah leaping on its prey, grabbing her arms and flipping her on the bed.
Her towel came loose in the process.
"Care to elaborate which one sweetheart?"
"You... you know... you know what I mean," Willow stammered as she felt his proximity.
"No, I don't"
"This... this can't happen. We can't do it," Willow whispered, wetting her lips.
"Then why does your body say otherwise?"
"Please Bones"
"What are you really begging for Tinkerbell?" He slightly pushed at her core, his length touching her nub, wet with her juices.
"You don't react like you don't want this sweetheart. What is eating you? Tell me"
"I can't... I can't do this," Willow pushed his chest lightly.
Lothaire moved away from her, giving the distance she wanted, but still sat on the bed.
"Tell me why. The real reason Willow"