Blood is Honey-(Adley Reed)

[Indigo]

The warm cloud of moist heat flowed evenly over her back and shoulders creating an enveloping effect to their cool and connected bodies. Adley did not give in so easily to her lead and it was no disappointment. She enjoyed the resistance from him when it came. The edge of their passion was sharper between them and her body responded in kind cutting out the space that was left. Her fingertips pressed deeper into the cool tissue beneath her hands as his mouth found her. She pulled him in tighter making sure that he knew where he was needed.

Any movement was not with ease. He had a hold on her that went beyond the sharp penetration of his teeth and the layers beneath. The coolness of the wet muscle that caressed the surface preparing the flesh beneath for the pull of her blood to rise to the surface stimulated deeper than it’s given reach. Her lips parted and the sounds of the pleasure that it brought to her escaped for him to hear. Her need to take gain comtrol was set temporarily aside for what brought them closer than anything else truly could.

In the tangle and twist of their bodies he guided her back from the shower of water flowing downward. There she found her mind full of every time he touched her and the ways it turned her inside out with a world of enticement she could never deny. Every moment of hunger that went with it fueled her movements in their continued attempt to connect with him in any way possible. Her legs slid at the outside and between his own while her hips connected to his then moved back in invitation to meet her somewhere in the middle.

The release of his bite was a sweet discomfort she savored as his body pulled from her own. He could count on her to follow him downward no matter where he went. Her hand followed the descent of his shoulders that she loved to feel against her lips to quiet her when needed. The other drifted over the silk tight weave that covered his golden head. The sharp tips of her nails scraped between the tight rows of curl to find the sensitive surface of his scalp. Looking down she set eyes on that delicious bottom lip that could reach the most sensitive spots she wasn’t aware she had until he discovered them. Her left hand braced the wall while her forehead pressed at the slick surface of tile. She took her time as her body became a wet curvaceous curtain of promise settling down on the seat his thighs formed for support.

Her face found his and her tongue became a passionate force of movement as it drifted over the traces of her left on his teeth. Deeper it delved until her head had no choice but to dip into the fiercely insistent kiss that she initiated. Her hands gripped his neck each thumb pressing inward at the hard knot in the center of his throat. The firmness of her invasive tongue primed him for what was yet to come. The glaze of pleasure formed in her eyes as she found him. Painfully slow she settled in and finally broke the kiss and her hold on his neck to lean back and curl her hands over the tops of his knees behind her. It was then that her feet hooked behind his ankles and nudged them outward. Without warning the move did as it was intended and dropped her into a hot spot that was only the beginning of the ways they would eventually be connecting.

[Adley Reed]

There was no count to the times Indigo and Adley had found themselves tangled up in each other. There was no part of this house that had not been touched by their passion – a house that had once been full, but which now only protected the two of them. They had the run of the place, a freedom that they’d had before, but which now was completely unhindered.

Where each and every encounter catered to different aspects of their relationship – from tenderness to unbridled heat – this particular encounter revealed parts of their nature that neither could deny. It went above and beyond anything they had experienced before. At first, Adley was hesitant. As the blood washed from their skin and swirled down the drain, as the scent of it was removed and his lust for it abated, he harboured a slight concern that was soon banished.

No such concern lived in Indigo – not that Adley could tell. Her lust did not let up, her ferocious intent and the animalistic surge that the curse had dredged from her soul remained. It guided their play, it set the theme for it. Had they been human, they’d have come away from this encounter with numerous bruises, cuts, and grazes. But whatever harm they did each other healed within seconds, and only provided fuel for their desires.

The bathroom would later need to be cleaned up – the glass jars that held toothpaste and toothbrushes, q-tips and cotton balls had been swept from the countertop. Glass and flotsam littered the tiles, even as water drenched footprints led out to the hallway, painting a path to the bedroom.

Hours later the two vampires lay in the bed that was far too large for just the two of them. Adley laughed as he picked feathers from the tight curls of Indigo’s hair. How many pillows had they slaughtered? Was it just the one, or were there numerous casualties? What was their crime? Were they just too soft for the lovers who sought unforgiving surfaces? Or were they just in the wrong place at the wrong time as, giving in to their animalistic urges, the lovers tore apart the pillows rather than each other?

But here they were, still both in once piece even if the place was a mess around them.

”That…” Adley breathed through quiet laughter, ”…was exactly what I meant,” he said. Earlier, he’d said that he used his bloodlust to fuel other things. He channelled it, pulled it apart. Used it to fuel his passion, that desire translating into something else entirely. And the satisfaction was just so far superior…