Bad Blood

The soft push of Adam's mouth gently skimming hers rendered her completely motionless and incapable of thought.

For so long she had fantasised about this dream becoming a reality, having spent centuries longing to feel his lips on hers again, but now it was finally happening she found herself stunned, as though she'd been clubbed over the head with soul-consuming pleasure.

His long, lovely fingers spread out across her cheek as he gently eased her mouth open.
Her eyes flickered shut and she was gone, completely losing her senses to him as his velvety tongue invaded. She groaned and shifted her weight, sinking into his delicious male heat like a slave to the master of her desires.
Clinging to his broad bare shoulders, his brawny arms were so strong and certain as she hung onto him for support, she kissed him back eagerly.

He became vaguely aware of a song now playing, the tune and electro-drum bass music completely alien to him, but instead of regarding it scornfully, dismissing it as some contrite nonsensical modern rubbish, his interest was caught by the words that filled the room, conveniently providing the perfect backdrop for the position and scenario he was in.

'Can't you understand. Oh my little girl?
All I ever wanted. All I ever needed
Is here in my arms.
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm."

Their breath mingled, and she swallowed a gasp as he skilfully twined his tongue around her own.
His lips were demanding, his tongue wrestling her own for dominance as they tentatively explored each other with sensual enthusiasm.

She was, he realised with a measured amount of alarm, all he ever wanted. All he ever needed, and she was here now in his arms.
He could feel her ripe, willing body melting into his lithe frame, which was proving to be very seductive indeed.
His breathing became laboured as his excitement escalated and he laced his arms through hers and forced their bodies even closer together.

Feeling the hard throbbing column beneath his towel pressing into her abdomen, she pushed her hands into his thick, damp hair and ground against him.
A low treble moan slipped from his lips and Adam closed his eyes to cope with the wave of sexual desire.

God help him, he diligently tried to restrain the urge within him to claim her, to devour. To penetrate.
He wanted to impale and sink into Ava with teeth as well as cock, and this crude, irrational thought shook him to the very core.

As he brutalised her kiss-swollen lips the pit of his guts twisted with ravenous need. He experienced the all too familiar tell-tale sensation of his fangs gradually starting to extend as his sudden hunger rose to a maddening, agonising pitch.

Ava had been swept up within Adam's erotic charms and raw sexuality, just as she had been caught up centuries ago back in Paris.
The unique scratchy roughness of his chin grazing her own as he claimed her mouth over and over again, teasing and tasting with such sweet erotic pleasure, had quite the spectacular effect on her groin.
Those divine lips made her forget who he was, who she was. They explored, aroused, and took. And she would willingly let him have it all.

"Oh God, Adam.."
She moaned softly against his hot mouth, no longer able to contain her growing, ardent desire.
"...I want you, Please....just, just take me."

The sound of his name alone being moaned on her luscious, sweet life-giving lips was almost enough to make him abandon all self control, but her sexual request all but sent him hurtling passed the point of no return.
Enticed by her honest plea, he nipped at her full bottom lip but she flinched slightly as the tip of his fang grazed across the sensitive skin, which shook him from his lust-filled reverie.

"Shit!"
He exclaimed hoarsely, pushing her away roughly as the gravity of the situation fell on him like a lead weight. Crushing his passion along with his willingness.

Immediately irritated by this sudden rejection, Ava's dainty features crumpled into a confused scowl.

"What the fuck Adam?"
She yelled, unable to contain her frustration her arms extended outwards and flailed around in a childish display of bewildered discontent.
"What's wrong? What have I done now? Is it what I said? I'm sorry I just got a bit carried away."

He didn't answer, instead he crossed the room with an uncharacteristic, slightly loping stride as if he wasn't quite used to having legs yet.
He picked up the shot glass, held it out towards her imploringly and spoke in a commanding tone.
"I need some more."

"Already? But you've just had some. Aren't you the one who usually insists on not having too much?"

"Please Ava for once can you just do as I ask without fucking arguing with me?"

She glared at him for a moment, but her withering look was lost on him as he refused to meet her eyes.
His gaze was solely focused on the floor, staring but unseeing as he fought the pressure to satiate his lustful, vampiric urges.

There was a risk of him heading towards complete abandon and he sensed that could spell imminent danger.
Never before had he felt so driven to engage in carnal pleasure whilst feeling simultaneously compelled to consume Ava's bittersweet life-source.

"And could I have a larger glass? I think I need more than that."
He added hurriedly as she whisked the glass from his hand, her small nostrils flaring with temper.

"My supply is running a bit low. I'm due a delivery in a day or two."
She informed him, flouncing angrily from the room.

Losing the starch in his legs he sank down onto the floor of her impressive Gothic home and swiped aside the fine film of perspiration that had formed on his chest.
He tried to ignore the ardent heat coiled between his legs.
The hard and steady pulse of the steely, masculine proof of his arousal stubbornly refused to settle.
Disturbingly, his desire seemed to be increasing not waning.

When Ava returned with a glass tumbler, brimming to the rim with what he so urgently required in order to quell his overwhelming hunger, she was surprised to see him slumped on the floor. His lean, muscular legs stretched out lengthily before him and crossed at the ankle.

He muttered his thanks and swiftly took the offering from her.
Her eyes rounded in apprehensive wonderment as he glugged it down, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing up and down in his throat.

"Adam are you okay? You're drinking a hell of a lot."
She pointed out needlessly.

"I'm fine."
He rasped between mouthfuls. But she didn't look convinced and he wasn't convincing himself either. He was deeply unsettled by his inability to quench his insatiable thirst.

Ava approached him with growing curiosity, awaiting the impending reaction to him having fed, but there wasn't one.
Why wasn't the blood surging through his system, engulfing him in the usual euphoric state of satisfaction?
Something most definitely was amiss.

"Aren't you having any?"
He asked suddenly in a vain attempt to divert her attention away from his clammy visage.

"I had some when you were in the shower. Like I said, I'm running a bit low."

He snorted rudely in response to her proclamation.
"It's a pity you didn't exercise the same restraint when you were at my house. Who delivers it for you? Can you trust your supplier?"

The lengthy pause that ensued should have alerted him to the fact that Ava was reluctant to answer, but he was at present too distracted by his current condition.

"Yes, it's....it's Richard."
She admitted reluctantly, anticipating a negative reaction.
"He works at a blood bank, so yes you could say it was a marriage of convenience."

"Your husband is your supplier?"
Grinding the words out he finally looked up at her, his flinty eyes full of anger.
"But you said he wasn't coming back?"

"He isn't, well not to stay. We're separated so I only see him when he drops the stuff off."

"If you're separated than how can you be so sure you can trust him? Fuck! He could betray your secret to anyone."
He paused to reflect on this for a moment.
"You're un-fucking-believable, do you know that?"

"He won't tell anyone."

"How do you know?"

"He can't tell anyone, no one would believe him and besides he's....he's the same, so..."
Her words trailed off as with one fluid motion he sprang to his feet, rendering her silent as he straightened to his full, impressive height.

"The same? You mean he's one of the others?"
Leaning towards her he looked her right in the eyes.
"I thought he was a zombie."

Shrugging dismissively she tried not to wither beneath his cold dagger-stare. Bizarrely his pupils seemed to be dilating, transforming his eyes into glistening black obsidian pools.

"Well he was when I met him."
She forced a strained laugh, hoping to lighten the moment.
"We were friends, I had something he wanted and he had something I wanted so it was a win-win situation. Even though the marriage didn't really work out, I got the house and an endless uncontaminated supply, and he got immortality and everlasting life."
She smiled cautiously at him and naively hoped he'd see the funny side and smile back.

He didn't.

"You turned him?"
His tone was accusing and filled with disdain.

He wanted to tear the room apart with his bare, trembling hands and bring the walls down around her at this latest revelation.
His mind was already overloaded to the point of exploding and now it felt as if someone had deposited a large shipment of ball bearings into his head and they were rattling around colliding violently with each other.

His irrational jealousy at the thought of some undeserving zombie feeding off Ava made him incandescent with rage.
His obsession with her did not connect with his intellect, and he could not contain the myriad of emotions that threatened to implode.

Anger was too kind a word to describe what he was feeling. Furious was more accurate. She had him seething and wanting and aching for her with all of his being.

"It's really no big deal."

"No big deal? Your ignorance is staggering."
He scoffed and abruptly turned away in apparent disgust.

In an immature moment of mad impulsiveness, Ava darted forwards, reached out and pulled at the hem of the towel as he made to leave the room.
It came apart, exposing his perfectly formed buttocks but using his supernatural speed he caught it with his hand before it fell to the floor.

She giggled girlishly at her own silliness, but her laughter quickly subsided when he rounded on her, radiating anger as he readjusted the towel.
She had hoped to alleviate some of the tension and lighten the mood between them but instead of calming him he now looked infuriated and absolutely terrifying.

"Do you have any idea how obnoxious you are?"

"No but I get the feeling you're about to tell me."

"Is this all nothing but a game to you?"
He snarled, the candlelight slashed across his features, casting half of his face in shadows.
"Keep playing with fire Ava and you're going to get burned."

His face tightened from a look of tolerance to violence and his movements were too quick to register as he advanced on her at hyper-speed.
Her eyes struggled to focus as she felt herself being whipped around and pushed backwards.
She let out a startled shriek as the back of her head hit the wall with a slight thud.

Realising she'd gone too far, she struggled to catch her breath, her heart beating like a tribal drum against her rib cage as he held her pinned to the wall in a tightening grip.

"Do you enjoy pushing my buttons Ava? Do you get some kind of perverse kick out of it?"

Moving his head back a few inches so that he could peer down his dignified nose at her, she realised then with some alarm that his fangs were clearly visible

"What is it that you want from me?"
he demanded in a low, don't-you-dare-actually-answer-me tone.
"Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it? Because I'll fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before and I won't stop until all your neighbours know my fucking name!"

To his own, utter embarrassment, Adam blanched at the sound of his unveiled lust. He didn't know what possessed him to say such a thing or where it had come from. Never had he dared make such a blatantly overt sexual threat like that. The words just sprang out.

Ava stood stunned, completely at a loss for words. Her mouth and throat went dry with a rasp. She could hardly swallow. Her eyes sliding shut at the impact of his torrid words as they flushed through her body like a balmy tidal wave of ecstasy. Her own latent hunger for Adam peaking in subtle rushes.

He was on a roll now, gripping her hand forcefully he pressed it to that swollen thickness throbbing beneath the towel, guiding her palm up and down, not letting her go until she stopped trying to snatch it away.

Her eyes widened as her curious fingers felt him.

He was more than ready for her to engage now, she was able to sense the tension well-up within him as well as her own readiness as she gently rubbed up and down his shaft.

He threw his head back, emitting a sensual, appreciative growl, spurring her into increasing momentum.

Overcome with arduous passion he went straight for the buttons on her dress and instead of unbuttoning them, tore them open. Sending them scattering across the wooden floor.

She gasped, her head lolling back against the hard brick of the wall, as he nimbly slipped his fingers beneath her white lace bra, pushing it aside, and suddenly she was bare and in his hands.
He set her on fire with his touch, running the pads of his his thumbs over tne delicate nub of her nipples, and skilfully kneading her breasts with erotic precision.

He dipped his head, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses across the swell of her pert breasts, his lips closing over each nipple in turn, kissing and suckling them so that they rose to greet his gloriously skilled mouth.

She wantonly moaned whilst grasping onto his shoulders tightly, her nails leaving marks on his skin no doubt.

Adam's mind whirled, caught up in his own lust which was driving him to seek out the place he longed to worship between her creamy thighs.

Reaching down between their bodies he slipped an impatient hand beneath the hem of her dress and teased her with slow, concentrated strokes. Moving in a gentle but firm circular motion.

She choked out a stifled gasp, regretting her decision to wear tights. Never before had she despised this particular item of clothing so much for being thin enough to feel, but thick enough to not feel enough.

The pulsating warmth of her core burned against his fingertips through the material, setting his senses alight and threatening to consume him.

It was ironic that he'd warned her of the dangers of playing with fire yet he was drawn to her like a helpless moth to candlelight.
Her reciprocated desire for him was slowly building a flame into such a formidable craving for the fire, it threatened to burn him to ashes soon if he did not manage control.

The muscles in her thighs tensed, and her legs trembled, threatening to buckle at any moment.
But he held her firmly in his certain hands.
He was strong, so strong but completely controlled.

She knew what he could do to her if he so chose, even without his supernatural strength. He could destroy her. And knowing she was at his mercy added to the intensity, heightening the pleasure.

As much as she craved the tenderness of his sweet caresses, she sensed his urgency. She could feel him trying to stay in control but she wanted him to lose it.

"Adam please. I want you.....I want you to fuck me."
Not sure whether she'd thought or spoken the words she knew they'd be enough to push him over the edge.

This time he put up no resistance, and responded by clawing at the soft material between her legs. The irksome inconvenient barrier which kept him from meeting with his wet, warm target.

She closed her eyes as she felt the frenzied rip and tug as he tore away her tights, and simultaneously tne delicate cotton of her underwear, as if irritated by the whole convention of wearing clothes.

She squealed as he spun her around with great ease, and forced her forwards. A strong hand clasped to the back of her neck as he steered her towards the sofa, pushing her face down.

Apprehensive now, she found herself feeling vulnerable and exposed as his large hands pushed her dishevelled dress up, sliding downwards massaging and caressing the curve of her bare buttocks.

At first there was a skittish reaction from Ava, as she protested meekly but her voice lacked authority.

"Adam, wait..."

She didn't know what to say. She was torn between allowing him to take her spontaneously like this, and wanting their coming together to be perfect.
She'd conjured a dozen or so scenarios in her mind since their first meeting, but none of them involved her being taken roughly from behind over her worn sofa.
She wanted them to gaze into each other's eyes lovingly, but clearly he had other intentions.

Adam himself would have preferred to make love to her with more affection applied, savouring every touch and taste but he cold not pass up the opportune moment to, as she so eloquently put it, fuck her.
That is what she had asked of him, and as his lust-filled eyes cast down he saw her heave and tremble in anticipation.

The erotic sight of her rippling mounds aroused him to the point of sheer agony. Intense heat erupted within him to where he actually groaned in pain.
The control he felt as his fingers dipped down to explore between her legs, was an intoxicating wave of power. His eyes closed to savor the indelible sensation of her delicate warm folds. His wandering digits made her writhe against his hand, enveloping him in a wave of immeasurable lust.

"Oh God Adam. Wait, I want to touch you. And see you."

He felt her twist in his clutches, craning her neck to look over her shoulder and opened his eyes to meet her gaze with a daunting stare of sexual defiance.

Deliberately letting her know what he was going to do to her.
With her.

She instinctively tried to press her trembling thighs together.
Which was impossible with the position he had her in...exactly at his mercy. They were locked in a sudden sensual tug of war, and the heavily charged, sexual energy that hung in the air between them, crackled like static electricity against his skin.

Adam had waited an eternity to love this woman properly, and now it seemed he was finally on the periphery of being able to.
He needed no fanciful, idyllic set-up.
She was here and willing, and the immense feeling of release from being able to unleash all of his suppressed, raw passion made his head swirl and his heart flutter, setting his body aflame.

"We do this, and you're fucking mine!"
He declared, a distinct warning tone in his voice.

She tried to process his words, the gravely seriousness of his voice brought goosebumps to the surface of her skin. He gave no indication that he was toying with her.
Not that that was Adam's style anyway. Which could only lead to one conclusion.
He wanted her, and not just in a sexual capacity. He was claiming her as his own, and her heart swelled at the prospect.
She had no reservations. She would gladly surrender herself to Adam physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. In truth, she had always been his.

He loosened the towel, letting it fall to the floor and she felt herself burn inside, wet, warm and hankering for the moment he'd take her. Everything glowed, throbbing with anticipation.

There was no more foreplay, no slow touching, or gentle petting as his fingers grasped her fiercely by the hips as if he wouldn't ever let go. She felt his presence as he probed at her slick entrance, the sweet spot between her legs that was pooling with moisture for him.

Finally the nagging voices of doubt in his head were silenced to a mere echo. Only fleetingly reminding him that he and Ava were about to terminate the vows of fidelity they had made to their spouses. Severing the sacred bonds of the legal marital contract.

Positioning himself behind her he forced her legs further apart and sucked in a deep breath as if to steady his nerves.

Feeling how hard and ready he was to conjoin with her, the anticipation was painful. Like waiting at the top of a high peak, and not knowing if you would fly or fall.

Then all at once he was there.
He pushed in one long hard thrust, entering her so suddenly and fiercely she cried out with the sheer brute force of it.
Sheathing himself to the hilt, he filled her so completely that they both gasped with a spontaneous expression of exactness.

"Oh...Ava."
He said her name like it were a curse word, in a low strangled voice.

Convinced that he'd now found proof that heaven did in fact exist, his grasp tightened painfully around her hips to steady her, and ensure that neither of them moved. He froze for a moment to give them both time to recover.

The initial pain began to fade to slight discomfort as she found the overwhelming sensation of having him inside her deliciously distracting. She could feel every inch of him impaling her in blissful agony, unable to tell where he began and she ended.

He pulled back using her hips as leverage, then surged forwards and took up a punishing rhythm at the very first instant, determined to fulfil his brazen promise.

Her head pushed into the pillows, pleasure flooding her, defeating in it's intensity as he kept up the pace.
Every thrust harder and deeper than the previous, leaving a beautiful, unbelievable impact on her body.

It was she who then became aware that her music was still playing in the background, and the lyrics resounded around her head as if providing a befitting soundtrack to their arduous lovemaking.

'Forever on the floor.
Don't ever stop.
I want more.
Like nails on my skin.
Swallow my sins.
Hurt me, hurt me again.'

He drove into her with such rapid force the sofa shifted beneath the strength of his movements. The sweet inimitable tightening she felt deep within unravelled in a sudden orgasm, making her entire body feel like a thread that had been pulled tight then snapped into two.

"Oh God! Adam...oh...fuck!"
She panted, as she trembled and shook against him, her beautiful milky skin flushing a rosy pink hue.

Spurred on by the sound of her mewled cries, he continued to pound unapologetically, fondling and squeezing her rear, the yielding flesh pleasurable to him, adding to the sensory delight.

"Oh fuck!"
He whispered raggedly, his voice barely audible now above the luscious sound of their bare skin slapping together.
"Fucking hell Ava....you feel so fucking good."

He throbbed away inside her languid heat, feeling the sensuous contraction as he drove himself into her again and again.
Adam had lived a long life, spanning many centuries and had known many women carnally before he'd met Eve.
But this was by far the sexiest thing he'd ever beheld.
The sight of his length sliding in and out of her, slick with her arousal as she contracted around him, made him lightheaded and his limbs buzzed with excitement.

This was Ava, the one woman capable of reducing him to a quivering wreck. He couldn't even begin to compare her to any others, she was so beyond compare. And he was terrified.
Terrified of coming undone as he bathed his senses in the wild beauty of what they were doing to each other.

There weren't words enough to describe what he felt for her. She made him feel free, and alive and he was frightened, and thrilled and elated by what they had become. Like two feral beings merged into one.

He came crushing down on her, the bare skin of his chest stinging with the contact of her naked back.
Knowing the maddening fever would soon strike, an animalistic instinct drove him to sink his teeth carefully into her shoulder as a distraction, taking care not break her luxurious skin but gripping her like an animal does it's mate. Holding her in place so that she couldn't escape the pleasure. So that she couldn't escape him.

"Oh fuck! Adam...yes!"

He felt so utterly sublime she couldn't refrain from expressing herself more vocally, and began to groan with his every thrust.
Her voice was needy and betrayed her every desire, as if her sweating, shaking body wasn't doing that already.

She heard his muffled masculine sounds reverberate along her skin, so distinct and pleasurable with his every movement, and it was making her sprint towards the finish line once more, rather than walk.
His thrusts quickened, and she could feel them, strong and deep and she thought she might come apart beneath him.

Her nipples hardened, his teeth clenched tighter and her hands grasped at the cushions that surrounded her head as his hips went on surging in a constant forward thrusting motion.

Her pulse rocketed and she swore her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her throat, her chest, and where they were joined.
The most intense surge of pleasure threatened to shatter her soul into a million pieces as it coursed through her body, making her cry out and arch up off the sofa. Pushing further into his groin.

His fingers on her hips sunk deeper into her soft skin as he relinquished his hold on her shoulder, observing the way in which she conveniently tossed her cascade of honeyed hair as she bucked her hips involuntarily.
His passion-filled eyes came to rest on her exposed neck. The central artery pulsing and inviting, silently beckoning.

He could not resist the gnawing, cavernous temptation, succumbing to the forbidden enticement as he frenziedly buried his face against the curve of her shoulder, showering her skin with soft kisses that felt like a veil of warm rain, until he could bear it no longer.

His fangs extended further and tore into the delicate vein of her neck. She was helpless to pull away from the bite, as all the while he continued to drive his length into her with the rapid, brutal rhythm he had set.

The sensation of his suckling lips upon her skin sent a stab of pain through her body, precisely as he hit just the right spot in order to send her hurtling towards the sweet abyss yet again.
She was helpless to tear away from the sharpness of his teeth as they embedded into her flesh.

That jagged bite brought with it a searing sting followed by him feeding hungrily upon the same point. She was mentally and emotionally torn apart as another climax devastated her, sending wave after wave outwards like a tsunami, making her spasm and shudder.
Stars studded her vision and she fleetingly thought she might actually black out.

He continued pumping into her with growing ferocity until he stilled abruptly, his nerves and muscles bulging and tensing as he threw his head back and let out a primal, animalistic sound.
Sparks shot through his body, and his mind became a fevered pitch of scattering lights as the sheer intensity of his orgasm ripped his soul wide open.

She strained to see and caught a glimpse of his face contorting, his mouth stained scarlet with the fresh droplets of her blood.
His body convulsed, and a mind-numbing surge of pleasure consumed Ava as she felt the distinct sensation of his release spilling inside her.
He thrust two more times, filling her with his liquid heat before involuntarily sagging, and falling down onto her heavily, sated and spent.

They panted breathlessly, their bodies bloodied and damp with perspiration.
She couldn't breath, she couldn't move and she wouldn't want to.
Her body was already feeling extremely tender, but in that heady moment she couldn't have cared less.

Inside she was glowing.