painting the night with brush strokes of gray: (Closed thread)

[SandS13]

He was in her mind. He was now someplace she had never let anyone else go. She kept everyone from touching her mind. She kept everyone at a distance. Yet, she freely let him in. This man, this vampire she had only just met. He struck a cord in her, pulled at something deep within her.

His voice told her things, tantalizing her with talk of bonding, converting...

His voice was in her ears now, the kiss broken. He was so close, his lips right there. He called her little one and Imogen let out a small noise of approval. “You have stirred my arousal. You have made me want you...I want you to claim me.” Her voice was sultry.

Her breath was deep, breasts pushing against her blouse. She wanted to beg him to touch her. She wanted to beg him to do anything he wanted, he desired.

 

[The_gladiator]

“You have no idea how long it has been since I have slaked that hunger little one,” and his voice almost sounded pained. She was crumbling any resistance he had. Her open willingness was making him want to claim her without hesitation. However, it was clear that he was holding back, controlling himself.

His fingers combed through her hair, gently exploring, even as the other hand slowly drifted deeper into the gap afforded by her blouse. Her breasts were firm, yet so soft, and just brushing their upper swells with his questing fingertips aroused him and it shown in his eyes. Every touch was seductive, sensual. “Would it be so wrong to get lost in this moment?” he asked, almost as if he were speaking to himself rather than to her. It was clear that passion was battling duty in his mind, that war was also reflected in his eyes.

 

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Imogen’s hand was on his cheek. He was touching her, her hair and her cleavage. Gabriel seemed at odds with himself. His words, claiming it had been a long time for him pulled at her. For someone like him to not have a lover confused her. She did not mention it. Instead she stroked his cheek before using her other hand to slide his into her blouse. His palm rubbed against the lace of her black bustier.

“It is only wrong if you truly do not desire it.” Imogen tilted her head, pushing against his hand and urging him not to stop. She gave a soft moan and closed her eyes. “Kiss me again.” Her tone has an edge of pleading to it.

 

[The_gladiator]

His kind were feared, and for so long he had considered humans beneath him, leaving Gabriel alone. However, she was quickly making him want her, want this human. Even as these thoughts flitted through his mind, and she got waves of loneliness, long years alone, He felt her gentle touch to his cheek, and he fluttered his eyes closed and nuzzled the palm of her hand, lips tracing over the delicate pulse of her wrist. He had always loved hands and she seemed determined to seduce with hers.

His hand absently responded to her silent urgings stroking and fondling her through the lace, tracing over the pucker of her nipple through the fabric.

“Remove your clothing, before I rip it from you,” he growled in a low tone after he gave in to her request and gave her a second scorching kiss.

He knew any delay could let the killer strike again, but to his knowledge all of the killings had been days apart. He could afford this time with her. Neither of them would think until they finished their union. He began to unbutton his shirt, slowly. He watched her, to see if she would comply with his demand.

 

[SandS13]

His aura radiated loneliness. It made her long to hold him, to lay with her arms around him. She closed her eyes and concentrated. If he could slip into her mind so easily than perhaps he could sense her desire for him. Maybe he would know how she truly wanted this.

It wasn’t rational. She was usually more guarded. Colder, even aloof at times. Something about him broke that down.

Imogen shivered as his lips caressed her wrist. His other hand had found her nipple, tracing it and coaxing it to grow harder.

Gabriel kissed her. It was passionate, consuming and took her breath away. Then he told her to undress. Part of her wanted him to rip her clothing away. She wanted to feel his strength. She did not want him to think her unwilling or somehow manipulated into this. No, she wanted him to know she openly desired him.

Her hands worked the buttons of her red blouse open. It was removed, falling to the floor. Under was a black lace bustier. Under it a pale stomach, soft but flat. She had no time or inclination for a gym. She was naturally slim but not skinny. She did yoga and Pilates at home to keep some activity in her life. She reached behind her back and unzipped the leather skirt. She stood and wiggled the garment off of her hips. It and her heels were left on the floor.

Now, Imogen remained in a black thong and the bustier. She reached back and after a time the bustier fell to the floor. Like the rest of her, her breasts were pale. Her nipples were a pale shade of pink but hard and puckered.

Her thumbs hooked into the thong and pulled it down. She was bare, no hair hiding her pubic area. Her labia stuck out a little, visible between her legs as if just peeking out to see what had aroused her so much.

“I wish to satisfy all your hungers..”

 

[The_gladiator]

He watched her, his eyes taking each piece of flesh she exposed as she revealed it to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips when her breasts came into view, and he especially seemed pleased at her shaved pussy. He could even see some moisture glistening on those lips, from her earlier release. The sight of her fueled his arousal, and even in the dim lighting his erection was clearly visible through the tight denim of the jeans he wore.

He let his hand travel up the outside of her hip, caressing over the soft skin of her hip to her waist, silently urging her forward and in appreciation of her body. He had since removed his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, long and lean, he was built like the sleek predator he was. He took her hands in his and lead them to his pants, telling her without words what he wanted of her next.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen held her breath as he came close. She could see he was aroused, straining against his jeans. The moment he touched her hip, Imogen remembered to breathe. It was a sharp inhale. Her whole body felt flushed. She wanted to touch him, to run her hands over his chest but Gabriel took her hands and placed them at top of his pants.

She kept her eyes on his as her fingers undid the button. One hand held the jeans taut as the other slowly unzipped them. Her hands slid under, across his hips to move the garment away. She began to slide them off of his hips, moving them downward.

Imogen sucked in her lower lip as she crouched, taking the jeans with her. She knelt, urging his foot up so she could pull off one pant leg before repeating it with the other. She pushed the jeans to the side and looked up at him. Her head was tilted back, eyes wide and gazing at him.

She sucked in her lip again as her hands gently moved to rest over his erection.

 

[The_gladiator]

Her touch was gentle, yet so skilled. Effortlessly she removed his pants. She made it an art form as she slid each pant leg down, removing the boot from each foot prior to guiding the foot out of the denim.

He watched her eyes travel up. The sight of her there on her knees combined with everything that had come before had him fully erect. He had worn no underwear. No pants that tight really could, and he was fully exposed to her now. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he felt her hands come to rest on his stomach, just above his plainly visible excitement. “See what you do to me,” he rumbled, his blue eyes locking on hers, his arousal almost blocking their view as she looked up.

It was like he couldn’t not be touching her, even as he watched her, his fingers brushed a wayward lock of her hair behind an ear. Savoring the sight of her kneeling before him.

 

[SandS13]

She sighed ever so softly as his fingers moved her hair. She loved how tender his touch was despite how much power he held. He could lift her, force her in any way he liked but he was gentle and almost caring.

Imogen lifted herself on her knees so she was level with his erection. She took one hand, holding him gently and she nuzzled the firm flesh. As she pulled back, Imogen looked up at him once more. Both hands found their way, encircling him as her tongue licked the very tip of his manhood. She then let it swirl around the head. Imogen swallowed, licked her lips and then slowly let her lips slip over his cock. She took him into the warmth of her mouth.

Her hands moved out of the way as she slowly took him in.

 

[The_gladiator]

He was hyper aware of her every stroke and caress. She did not rush. She seemed to sense his need and desire in this. Gabriel did not rush, everything was methodical and calculated, even the way he approached passion.

He watched her small hands circle his girth. Like most of his race he was gifted in that department, and it took both of her soft hands to cover his length minus the head. It was not grotesquely large, but it looked impressive in her hands.

His growl of approval was guttural and it was clear in his eyes that he fought his body not to drive himself into her mouth, teasing himself by the fact that he let her go at her own pace. It was better for both of them that she be given this time to learn his shape and flavor. His hands slid deep into her hair and he spoke low in his native language, words of praise. It was a testament to her skill that he forgot himself and did not speak to her in English. Finally, he did though, as first one hand and then the second were taken away, to give way for her mouth to slide down his body until her nose was pressed to his pubic bone. When he spoke then it was one word, “Fuck,” though somehow it didn’t sound vulgar in that moment, it was a praise, an exclamation of wonder, a plea, and so much more. His fingers tightened unconsciously in her hair holding her there holding her down for one, two, three breathless stolen heartbeats, before he loosened his grip and allowed her to pull back.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen felt a ripple run through her body as his hands found their way into her hair. She thought he might push deeper, force his way in but he did not. He was letting her set the pace and that struck a cord in her. This vampire, this powerful man who could do whatever he wanted to her was letting her decide. She could feel just how turned on she was, it was on her thighs and made them slick. She was sure he would be able to smell how he was affecting her.

Gabriel was speaking but Imogen had no idea what he was saying. He sounded pleased and the way his hands were in her hair she took it as encouragement to keep going. He was long, thick enough to fill her mouth, stretch her jaw but not hurt her. Imogen went slow, adjusting to breathing through her nose and moving her tongue on the underside of his cock. She sucked, swallowing the saliva as it gathered.

She took a deep breath. She was past the point of no return. She could feel him at the back of her throat, pushing down and back. Her nose rested against his abdomen. Imogen pushed a little more, squishing her nose so her face was against his skin. He was as deep as physically possible. Her hands reached up, circling behind him to grab his ass. She wanted him to stay there, embedded in her mouth.

Goosebumps formed over her skin as she heard him speak. He seemed pleased and that in turned pleased her.

His hands tightened in her hair. He was holding her there. It made her pussy spasm. There was nothing aggressive about it. It just was. Neither of them moved. Imogen felt his grip loosen. She slowly pulled back, breathing through her nose once her airway was clear. She swallowed rapidly and then moaned. Her mouth and throat vibrated. Very slowly she pulled her head back, cleaning him as she went of any excess saliva. She did not pull fully away however.

Imogen looked up at him, the head of his cock still in her mouth. Her lids closed as she paused there for a moment. She did not wait for him to ask or urge her to move but slowly began moving her head.

It was slow, a few shallower strokes her tongue teasing and moving along him then she would take him in fully once again. Her hands moved from his backside and one gently cupped his testicles.

 

[The_gladiator]

Everything was slow, they moved in perfect harmony, she feeding off of his desires, fulfilling what it was that he needed. One of his hands slipped down along her cheek, fingertips brushing along where her lips met his body, a caress that telegraphed his approval. He slid his touch back into her hair as he felt her pull back.

His eyes met hers and he chuckled low with approval at her moan, at the sensual way she let her eyelids flutter closed. He thought to tell her how good she was at this, but did not want to cheapen this moment with awkward words. His noises showed his approval as he felt her tongue on the sensitive place below the head of his cock. Even the way his fists spasmed with pleasure in her hair told her how much he wanted this.

He had the power to force his way deep into her throat again and again, to take her, but there was a dark sensual beauty in letting her pleasure him, letting her showcase her skill. He could smell her want for him, and he knew before this rising was complete, he would taste her, but all in due time. This moment was about this act. He would never belittle this moment by saying it was about him, even though she was pleasuring him, this moment was about them, their sharing emotion together. “Little one,” he murmured.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen resisted the urge to slide her free hand between her own legs. She knew she would find herself slick. She was almost painfully aroused. Everything from the room to their breathing was adding to the moment.

She repeated her actions, slow shallow strokes and then taking him deeply. Her hand continued to cup and fondle his testicles. She lightly squeezed. Imogen showed no sign of stopping. He would either have to free himself from her mouth or give in until he came in her mouth. She was in control of the tempo but she would let him decide where this ended.

What she was sure of in this moment was that his hands flexed in her hair, his body seemed tense as if holding back from the urge to speed up and that he had again called her "little one."

Others might have found it demeaning or as if he was calling her a child but not Imogen. He didn't say it in a condescending way but more endearing. She was in fact smaller than he was in stature, she was no where near as powerful. No, she approved and very much enjoyed it.

 

[The_gladiator]

His grip on her was not aggressive, but rather more possessive than anything else. He let out a low growl when she took him deep again. Again, she paused, again their eyes locked.

He was clearly fighting his body’s instincts fighting not to hurt her or spoil his own pleasure by rushing this. Patience was a virtue he had spent long years perfecting. However, he knew even his iron will would not be able to resist her long. It had been too long.” You will accept my gift?” he asked, his words brushing along the walls of her mind, a stroking caress. It was obvious he was referring to his cum. He was inquiring if she would allow him to cum in her mouth. He gave her enough warning to make the decision if she would comply with his request, for though phrased as a question, it was clear from the tone and the intimacy of his mental touch that this was what he wanted.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen felt him in her mind. It was as sensual and perhaps more intimate than if he was physically inside of her. She was open to him in a way she never allowed herself to be with anyone. Not since she had figured out how to keep the out, away and at a distance.

His words caressed her mind and Imogen moaned around him. She pulled back enough to look up at him.

I accept, freely..

She couldn't be sure he would hear her words in his mind as she could his. She have never explored her sensitivity other than to block or read people. She had certainly never met anyone who could do what he did. She hoped that if he couldn't than the look in her eyes was enough.

Once more she took him as deep as she could, swallowing around him. She wanted to taste him as he has tasted her. It was not the same, this was not blood and meant to sustain and feed her but it was still a part of him, part of his essence.

She resumed her tempo, her tongue teasing and coaxing him closer to the edge before she sunk deep onto his cock.

 

[The_gladiator]

He felt impressions from her, he did not get words now. The bond unfortunately was one sided unless he gave her his blood, completed an exchange. However, it was enough, the look in her eyes was enough, the fact that she did not stop was more than enough.

His growl of need was low, a primal grunt of need, desire. His hand cupped the back of her head, almost as if hanging on for dear life as she could watch his face contort with pleasure. His other hand gripped the nearby desk so hard the wood creaked. She ripped a cry of unadulterated pleasure from him as his body tensed and then he was on the edge, before her delicate hands and mouth spilled him over that edge and he came.

Wave after wave spread from the head of his cock and out through his body. He held her firm. She had consented and he was committed to her taking his seed, his gift as he had called it. He gave her free reign to move on him, but did not allow her to pull away. He could not describe how good this felt and how much he enjoyed it.

Finally, he felt his body coming down from its high. Her free hand continued to milk him of all of his cum and he could feel her tongue seeking each drop out, swirling over the head of his shaft. He shuttered with the sensitivity of that action. Finally, he felt her hand slowing as she could feel his pulses and spasms subsiding. Then, and only then did he loosen his grip in her hair, to slide his hand along her cheek as he bent to her, free arm sliding around her waist as he picked her fully off the ground and into his arms, his mouth already finding hers in a passionate kiss.

 

[SandS13]

Gabriel held her head and Imogen shivered. He seemed completely engrossed in what she was doing and from the noises he was making, he was enjoying it...greatly.

The sound of the wood creaking didn't effect her. Her main focus was the way his body was tensing, the closer he was getting to the point of climax. She didn't stop, didn't pause. He was all that existed in this moment.

And then he came. Imogen buried her face against him. His hand on her head made it clear she was not to go anywhere but she had no intention of doing so. She swallowed over and over again. She wanted to ensure nothing was wasted. He had allowed her to do this at her pace. He could have had his way with her but he hadn't, they had built up to this point together.

Imogen swallowed, licked and touched him until it was clear he was done. Even then she made sure to pull back slowly from him. The moment would be done and she didn't want that yet. His hand moved from her hair and Imogen released him from her mouth.

She leaned into his hand as it touched her cheek. She had not expected more. She had not expected the feel of his arms around her or to be taken off of her feet. She had not been ready for the press of his lips to hers. She gave a half whimper, half moan as she kissed him back. Her hands found his face, one on each side.

 

[The_gladiator]

She weighed nothing in his arms. Her curvaceous yet small to his eyes figure easily cradled in his arms. There was air on her bare skin as he carried her to the bedroom, and there he ended the kiss as he lay her out on the sheets.

Before he came to her he admired her there, hair fanned out across the black and scarlet duvet. Her porcelain skin contrasting starkly with the gothic coloring. He gave her that look that men sometimes got, that look that she was his, maybe not for always, but at least for right now. That is when he came to her.

He was like a stalking feline as he slid onto the bed his hands capturing her ankles gently yet firmly spreading her legs, giving him a clear view up to her sex, where he could clearly see and smell her need for him. Teeth scraped along the delicate arch of one foot as he started a long journey up her leg. It was clear from his eyes where he intended to go, but his actions were not hurried, they were thorough. He wanted to claim her right here right now, his body was even still hard for her, but he wanted to sample her. She was too fine a delicacy to rush his devourment of her.

He nipped a bit harder at her inner thigh, making a low sound of need. He could smell her blood, and could remember drinking from her. He wanted to taste her again, but that would be saved for another time. He did swirl his tongue over the femoral artery though, make her wonder for a moment if he would drink again. He wanted to taste her, but not her blood this time.

Eyes gone midnight with his power rolled up to look at her as he settled between her thighs, his hands cupping her bottom, lifting her. He waited their eyes on hers, waiting for a sign that she approved of this. His breath teasing her bare lips as he did this.

 

[SandS13]

He was looking at her. Imogen laid there as he had placed her. She didn't move, didn't adjust. She was barely breathing. The look he was giving her made her long to squeeze her thighs together. Morgan had told her to serve him, get him whatever he wanted. From that look, what he wanted was her.

Her head went back, a soft moan let out as he spread her legs and his teeth scraped her foot. He moved slowly, calculated. She felt as if he was sizing up his meal as Gabriel moved up her leg. Imogen bit her lip as he moved upward. Her hands gripped the bed as she felt him nip the skin on her thigh. His tongue moved on her thigh as it had on her neck. Imogen waited for the familiar feel of his teeth penetrating her skin. She waited, holding her breath.

Imogen lifted her head as his hand took her backside in hand. He had not bitten her, had not fed as she thought. "Oh..."

Her eyes met his. She could feel his breath on the lips of her sex. He held her there and it took her a moment to realize he was waiting for her to agree to let him do as he wished.

"Yes..." It was breathy. Her breasts rose and fell as she eagerly awaited the feeling of his mouth, his tongue on her. She knew he had her so aroused that her first orgasm would be quick.

 

[The_gladiator]

He had expected a nonverbal response, an unconscious push of her hips, maybe a nod, a telltale biting of her lip to suggest she wanted this. However, he was rewarded with so much more. Her yes was breathy, choked with what he hoped was desire, rather than fear.

He slowly, languidly let his tongue lap over her shaven lips, tasting her savory flavor. “mmmmm,” his purr of pleasure was a rumble of satisfaction. He stabbed his tongue between her lips, sliding the length of her slit, up and around her clit. The second that he actually let his tongue dance over her clit after that first stroke, he felt her shutter with her first release. It was small, but definitely an orgasm. That wasn’t enough for Gabriel though, it merely whetted his appetite for her as he pressed closer, tongue dancing in earnest now.

His hands slid up and around her hips, up to caress the swells of her breasts, his eagerness to taste her meant he had neglected her upper half. All in due time. If he had his way, he would have her again. No one could sample this feast only one time. Strong fingers rolled her nipples as his tongue pressed deep inside her tunnel seeking out her moisture. Continuing to moan his pleasure at her flavor.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen shuddered. His tongue ran over the lips of her sex. Her breathing quickened. He was so close, tasting her, sliding his tongue in. The contact shot through her body with a quick, small orgasm. She groaned but bit the inside of her cheek in order to stifle it. She feared he would stop if he thought her satisfied. He either did not notice or did not care, he was not done with her and Imogen was thrilled. She moaned and gripped the bed again as Gabriel’s tongue explored her.

“Oh god...” Imogen gasped as his hands found her breasts and long, strong fingers toyed with her hard nipples. Her hips writhed under his tongue. She could feel him pressing deep, tasting all of her.

Her thighs tightened around him. Her breath was coming in heavy pants. “I- I- Gabriel....” it was low, sultry. Her grip on the bed tightened until her knuckles were white. She could no longer think. Everything except her nerve endings had stopped functioning.

 

[The_gladiator]

He decided in that moment that he liked hearing his name on her lips, so much that he wanted to be sure he heard it again, and often. He vocalized his approval the low vibrations thrumming against her clit as he returned to tormenting the bud with almost playful teasing licks.

His hands never stilled stroking and caressing her breasts before he slid them outward, a clear invitation for her to take his hands. He laced fingers with her, somehow finding a way to deepen the intimacy of this moment, even as he gave her something to hold onto as he ramped up his oral attack. He was determined to make her scream her pleasure to the ceiling. And too that design his voice slid sensually into her mind, “Let go Pretty Imogen. Voice your pleasure for me to hear, hold nothing back now.” His warmth spread through her mind, touching her deep inside, making it clear that he would accept nothing less than her complete surrender to the moment.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen whimpered and moaned. She felt his hands touching hers and she shifted her grip from the bed to linking with his fingers. Imogen tensed. Her orgasm was impending. She heard his voice in her mind, telling her to let go. She did. She let it wash over her.

"Gabriel!"

Her thighs squeezed him, her sex spasmed. She saw stars. Her heart felt like it might burst with the speed it was pumping. She couldn't concentrate, she couldn't think or focus.Her mind was completely open to him now. She couldn't keep him out, even from the deep, dark recesses of her mind. He was permeating her completely.

She panted, chest heaving. Her hands squeezed his. Very slowly, her body was relaxing. She moaned softly.

 

[The_gladiator]

She opened for him completely, like a blossoming flower. However, though he could have plundered all of her mind’s secrets he did not, he respected her vulnerability in that moment and chose to just revel in her pleasure with her, enjoy what he had caused. In that moment her thoughts were only of him, it was his name she cried out, and that was above all what he wanted in that moment.

He slowly lifted his head as she came down. He kept her hands laced with his, but he knelt up and pressed them above her head, on either side of her pretty face, so she was spread out, vulnerable beneath him as he stretched his taller frame to cover hers. His hardness brushing against her bare lips.

“I plan to be inside you,” he rumbled as he looked down at her. It wasn’t really a question; it was more a statement of raw lustful fact. Though he did hesitate long enough for her to offer a protest if she so desired. Before he let his hips serge forward, finding her opening and sinking inch by inch deep into her heat.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen's eyes opened as she felt Gabriel shift. He was above her now. Her hands he had moved to the outside of her head. She wasn't afraid. She was open, even fragile now underneath him but it didn't scare her.

She moaned, eyes widening as she felt him brush against the slick lips of her sex. He was hard, ready to enter her. She was genuinely but very pleasantly flattered given how much he had cum not too long ago.

God that rumble. Deep in his chest. Accompanied with eyes that seemed to see into her soul. Imogen was lost in his presence. From the moment he followed her to Morgan's office she should have realized there was no fighting his affect on her.

In response to his statement, Imogen opened her legs more, lifted her hips a little to allow her to rub against him. She stared up at him, silently begging him to do it, to fill her and claim her body.

As she felt him slide in she arched. The sounds he pulled from her were deep and primal, wrench from her core by lust and arousal. Her body was truly as open to him as her mind was. Her fingers flexed and closed. Imogen bit her lower lip hard enough to make it bleed in an effort to hold back a louder cry that was threatening to break free.