Hurricane
by Laura Spudzmom
~ Hurricane, by Halsey~
I'm a wanderess
I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city
Don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane
~o0o~
Chapter 01
New York City…
Certainly, a place I never thought to find myself…
But find myself I did…
In more ways than one…
~o0o~
The match flared to life as she struck it against the craggy brick of the tall building she'd leaned against.
Cupping her hands against the slight, chill breeze, she put the flame to the cigarette held loosely between crimson painted lips and puffed it to life, long-lashed eyes narrowed against the sting of the smoke.
She plucked the cig from her mouth and tossed the spent match in a nearby puddle as smoke curled lazily from her lips.
Causally, she propped a stiletto clad foot against the building at her back and took in her surroundings with a wary, hooded gaze. She looked perfectly relaxed, her demeanor one of comfortable familiarity. It was all a facade. She wasn't comfortable—ever—and none of this was familiar outside its foreignness. She never stayed in one place long enough for anything to become familiar.
She'd been running for six long years now; just barely staying ahead of death. It was a tough existence; one that had hardened her and forced her into this world-weary, jaded person she now was. She'd well and truly lost herself… 'probably for good,' she thought with resignation.
For what was probably the thousandth time, she cursed her past and the naiveté that had forced her into this shell of what she'd been; this wretched half-life where death was always there, waiting for just the right moment…
A bitter smirk curved those full, pouty lips as she took a deep drag from the smoldering cigarette. It took a hell of a lot to rattle her these days, but then, losing everyone who ever mattered in your life tends to do that to a person; you either toughen up from it or fall to pieces.
She hadn't fallen to pieces…
Taking a last drag from the cig, she flipped it into the same murky puddle the match had landed in and pushed away from the building as the chill of the night raised gooseflesh along her arms and exposed legs.
Pulling the short, black leather trench closer about her, she made her way toward a club where she could just make out the gritty strains of Blues music.
She preferred this type of place over the heavy, throbbing beats of dance clubs which were usually full of hormone-driven, clueless college brats with something to prove. She smirked. In her experience, it was usually something they were ill-equipped to prove in the first place.
When she got to the entrance, the thickly muscled bouncer checked her ID and opened the door for her. She entered with a muttered "Thanks."
Like most bars, the interior was dark with tables and booths surrounding a corner stage where a live band played. A bar ran the length of one wall, and this is where she headed.
She slid onto one of the high stools and the bartender placed a napkin down in front of her with a smile. "Welcome to Liquid Blues, beautiful. What can I get ya?"
She arched a brow at his comment. "Don Julio Silver and a glass of water please," she answered while handing him her card.
He poured the shot and set it up with lemon and salt, placing a glass of ice-water beside it before moving onto the next customer.
She picked up the shot and tossed it back. It went down smoothly but then the good stuff always did. That's why she never bothered with the cheap stuff. It wasn't like she had to worry about money. Edward had seen to that and after all the shit she'd been through, she wasn't gonna be shy about using it. The way she figured it, the asshole owed her.
She smirked at the thought of him, the wry curve of her lips belying the bitterness she still felt over his involvement in her life. So many times she'd wished he'd killed her or let the van finish her off as nature had so obviously intended. So much pain would have been averted…
Taking a sip of her water, she placed the glass down and turned to face the crowd, crossing her legs at the knee as she leaned against the bar. She slowly swept the room with her dark, hooded gaze, her tongue peeking out to wet sultry lips as the band launched into a cover of Red House. They were good and this song one of her favorites…'One of Charlie's favorites…'
Closing her eyes, she stifled the painful thoughts and let the gritty guitar licks wash over her as she lost herself to the music for the barest of moments. Such was all she could afford. It wouldn't do to let her guard down for long, so after that brief indulgence, she opened her eyes, her gaze locking immediately with another across the room. The tension was almost immediate; so much so, she almost caught her breath at it.
He sat alone, shrouded in shadow at the back of the room, one arm draped casually over the back of the booth as he stared. She didn't shy away, but studied him, as he seemed to her, both of them still, expressionless.
She had to admit, he was—from what she could see—deliciously handsome with an angular jaw generously dusted with stubble, full lips, well muscled arms and a defined chest wrapped in a pleasingly tight, v-neck shirt. He also wore some kind of dark braided necklace and she wondered at it. It was unusual, very masculine and seemed to fit him well.
As her eyes trailed back up to meet his, a slow smile curved his lips and something flashed in his eyes; something…untamed and a thrill ran through her.
As she watched, he grabbed his jacket, rose from the booth and wound his way through the crowd toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. When he reached her, he held out a hand. "Come," was all he said.
Arching a brow, she studied him for a beat. His eyes, she could now see, were blue, his hair neatly styled, dirty blond. He waited patiently, all the while, seemingly staring into her soul. He was beautiful, yes, a beautiful mystery, and she found she couldn't resist.
Satisfied with her once-over, she reached out and took his hand, following him out of the club and into the chill of the deepening New York night.
~o0o~
His hand was warm, his scent alluring as they walked two blocks to an apartment building where he opened the door for her. She stepped in and he led her to an elevator which they rode in silence to the top floor.
A soft chime broke the silence and the doors whispered open to an airy penthouse. She stepped in and took a moment to look around. The decor was masculine, yet tasteful and just short of sparse; it left her with the feeling it was not quite lived in.
He stepped up behind her and pulled her back against his body while sweeping her hair off to one side. Her eyes closed as she felt the warm press of his lips against her skin as his hands loosened the tie of her trench.
He helped her shrug from the coat and tossed it over the back of his couch as she turned in his hold.
"Do you…"
She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh, no questions, no words."
Something sparked in his eyes, barely discernible in the low light, and his lips curved into a smirk. "As you wish."
She took a moment to look into his eyes; to really try to see him. She wasn't sure why, but she felt compelled to. What she saw there made her lips quirk up into a rueful smile.
She'd been right about that feral gleam. He was a hunter. There was something decidedly dangerous—altogether untamed—about him and she felt her smile widen into a wicked grin as she boldly met his gaze. He wasn't aware—or maybe he was—but the hunter had just become prey.
Her fingers played through the hair at the nape of his neck and he met her grin with his own, his eyes filled with curiosity as one finely groomed brow arched. He took a breath, preparing to speak and again, she covered his lips with a finger. Rising up on her toes, she replaced her finger with her lips. "No words," she whispered before tilting her head and taking his parted lips in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.
He groaned and pulled her close, one hand cupping the back of her head and one just above the curve of her ass as his tongue met and played against hers.
She drew back enough to suck and bite at his luscious bottom lip as his hand moved down to squeeze her rounded ass. "Mmm," she moaned into his mouth as he ground his generous hard-on against her center.
Hot kisses trailed from her lips to the curve just under her jaw and she tipped her head back to give him room as he took in a deep breath. On his exhale, he made a sound that, to her lust hazed mind, sounded suspiciously like a growl. It went straight to her core and she tugged at the sandy strands of his hair as he sucked and nipped the throbbing pulse in her neck.
His hand trailed down and hitched her leg up around his waist as her lips and teeth left a hot, wet trail down the side of his neck. She bit down at the juncture of neck and shoulder, just under that braided necklace he wore and he growled again, drawing back to stare into her eyes for a beat of her heart before claiming her mouth again.
"Jesus," she whispered, her breath leaving her parted lips in rapid pants as his hand palmed her breast firmly, his thumb circling the silk-clad, taut nipple.
Slowly, he backed her up to lean against the back of the couch as his fingers worked the buttons on her silk shirt. With three quick tugs, it came untucked and he pushed it from her shoulders as his lips trailed down from her neck to her collar bone. "So sweet," he mumbled against her kiss-wetted skin before sucking a mark into the milky whiteness.
She felt his hands circle her torso and the next second her red, satin bra slipped down, his lips nudging the strap from one shoulder while the fingers of his hand swept away the other.
She moaned and arched while pulling him close as his lips closed over one dusky, pebbled peak.
He pushed and nibbled, sucked and nuzzled, all while she writhed against him, her hands tugging and grasping, her leg hitched around his waist as she rocked against him.
Reaching back, she fumbled for the zipper on the back of her leather skirt as his kisses continued, his hand trailing slowly from her knee to her dampened center. "So wet," he whispered as his finger circled over where her clit was hidden by soaked red satin.
"Yes," she agreed and he licked her nipple and smiled wickedly at the sound of a zipper.
"So eager," he murmured.
"Yes," she said as she placed her hands on his chest and shoved him away.
She smirked and stood and he cocked a brow as she slowly shimmied out of the skirt, her breasts swaying with the motion.
Next to go was the barely-there thong which she tossed over with the discarded skirt, leaving her in just a garter, stockings and heels. She crooked a finger and pointed at the floor at her feet as she leaned against the couch once more. "On your knees. Let's see if you're worth my time."
His eyes narrowed and she arched a brow.
He felt distinctly that the tables had been turned. What he couldn't decide was if he cared.
The way her kiss swollen lips slowly curved into a smile and her deep brown eyes sparked in challenge decided the matter for him and he answered her smirk with one of his own as he held her gaze and sank to his knees.
He'd make her beg before this was over, of that he was sure.
She stared down at him as his hands slowly trailed up her legs, his thumbs just gliding over the sensitive skin at the apex of her thighs as he swirled his hot tongue in and around her belly button.
She hooked a leg over his shoulder and pulled him in while burying both hands into his sandy hair.
Warm, parted lips and nipping teeth left a tingling trail across the flat plane of her belly as he slowly made his way to her hip. There, he sucked hard enough to leave a slowly purpling mark as two of his slender fingers slid into her slick heat.
She tugged at his hair and rocked her hips. "More," she demanded with a toss of her head and his eyes flashed as he sucked at her inner thigh where he planned to treat himself just as soon as she'd lost coherence. He pumped his fingers into her slowly, deeply, curling them to stroke and press her g-spot as her breathing picked up speed. "Yes," she moaned, her head thrown back as she rocked against him. "More."
He chuckled darkly and parted her folds before placing a feather-light kiss on her aching clit. Her jaw clenched and she tilted her hips forward, seeking much more than a tease as he continued fucking her with his fingers.
He laughed lightly and looked up at her as she stared down at him darkly. "Does this displease you my lady?" he asked with a grin while stroking into her firmly.
She gasped and the leg over his shoulder tensed. "More," she demanded while tugging his head forward.
"More what?" he questioned with a grin as he nipped and sucked at her hip.
"More, now!" she moaned as he massaged that special spot inside her.
He tsk'ed. "Where are your manners sweet one?" he asked as his thumb began circling her swollen bundle of nerves.
"Please," she fairly growled through clenched teeth.
"Please what?" he quipped against the velvet skin at the crease of her thigh.
"Your mouth…use your mouth…" she deigned to plead.
"As you wish," he said before swiping his tongue through her folds in one long, languorous lick. He almost groaned at the sweet taste of her but held back as he circled and sucked in her clit, massaging it with the tip of his tongue as his talented fingers continued to torture her from deep within.
She writhed and wailed and he smiled to himself while devouring her. 'Soon, very soon…she'll be ready,' he thought as he felt her tighten around his plunging digits.
"Oh god," she groaned as he flattened his tongue against her needy bud while relentlessly curling those magic fingers inside her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" she babbled as he sucked hard and plunged deeply, her walls beginning to flutter with the beginnings of her release. "Don't stop…" she pleaded as she rocked into his face and hand. "Don't stop…"
"Come for me," he ordered before flattening his tongue against her again and she exploded with a cry and a toss of her head as he milked her orgasm along into almost painful proportions with his hand.
While she was lost in the throes, he nuzzled his chosen place before sinking sharp fangs into her fragrant skin.
Sucking in a breath, she moaned, low and long as another wave of orgasm took her, her eyes clenched shut at the intensity, her lips parted in silent supplication.
'Holy fuck… What is this?!' she thought when she could manage such a thing.
Her head rolled forward and she stared down at him just in time to see him lick the skin of her inner thigh. 'Is that a tinge of blood on his lips?!'
He eased his fingers from her depths and placed them between his parted lips and she watched, fascinated as he slowly sucked her essence from them. "So incredibly sweet," he murmured while staring into her eyes as she struggled to control her breathing.
He stood and held out a hand. "Shall we?"
Wordlessly, she took his offered hand and followed him to a massive, luxurious bed. Lifting her in his arms, he gently placed her in the middle and stepped back to disrobe.
She watched silently as he peeled the tight shirt up and over his head, her mouth going a bit dry at the sight of his flexing abdominals and defined chest. So far, he was a prime example of male perfection. She just hoped the rest of him measured up. Her lips curved into a smile at that thought and she relaxed back against the pillows, one hand flung over her head while watching him pop the button on his snug, black jeans.
He smirked at her as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans, kicking them to the side when he was through. 'No,' she thought as her gaze traveled his exposed body, his considerable cock standing out proudly as he let her look her fill. 'No disappointments here… He's fucking beautiful.' She took in his cocky smirk. 'And he knows it…'
He held out his hands to his sides. "Do I meet with your approval my lady?"
She quirked a brow and stayed silent for a beat. "We'll see," she finally muttered as he quietly laughed.
She sat up and reached to take off her heels and he stilled her hand with his own as he climbed onto the bed. "No, leave them. I've a desire to feel them wrapped around me as I ride you."
He covered her then and took her lips in a searing kiss as he pushed her back against the pillows.
Wasting no time, he settled his hips into the cradle of her thighs and slid into her in one firm stroke. She moaned as her arms circled his shoulders. "So tight," he muttered as he pulled out to the tip and plunged back in.
Her nails left red trails down his back as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him, her legs falling wide open, heels resting on his ass as he set up a slow, but punishing pace.
He held himself up with one arm braced by her head while the other reached under her ass, holding her hips up at just the right angle as he rocked into her.
"Oh god," she panted as he leaned down and kissed her, his teeth nipping her upper lip before his lips sucked it in to soothe the sting.
She cupped the back of his head and pulled him in to deepen the kiss, sharing their very breath as their tongues tangled and tasted as he fucked her.
She'd never experienced anyone like him and she doubted she ever would again.
Circling his hands under her back, he lifted her in one smooth motion to straddle his lap without missing a stroke and her breath caught as they stared into each others eyes. There was nothing mocking in his eyes now, just an intensity and for reasons she couldn't explain, it worried her.
"What is your name?" he demanded.
A frown creased her brow and she cupped his face before closing her eyes. "I am no one," she said before taking his lips in a deep kiss.
He groaned in equal parts pleasure and frustration as he felt her tighten around him. He would leave it alone…for now.
He had plenty of time, after all…
He braced a hand on her lower back and picked up the pace of his thrusts, his jaw clenching as his completion drew closer while she whimpered and writhed in his hold. "Oh fuck!" she cried as her head rolled back and she shattered around him, the grip on his cock exquisite as he slammed home thrice more before spilling with a shout of his own.
She sagged against him and he held her close as they caught their breath, both lost in their thoughts about what had just passed between them.
He cupped her face and kissed her sweetly while guiding her back to the bed where they lay on their sides, studying each other. Her eyes fluttered closed as he traced her face with the backs of his fingers. "Go to sleep my lady. We'll speak when we awake."
With a nod, she rested her head on his chest and listened as his breathing evened and deepened. When she knew him to be truly asleep, she rose, dressed and kissed his lips softly before slipping out of his apartment and into the dark of the night.
~o0o~
Light poured in through the tall penthouse windows, cutting across the rumpled bed and rousing the solitary form on the bed.
Consciousness came in waves and his eyes snapped open at the memory of the night before. He knew, even before looking, she was gone. He could sense it and with that sense came an unfamiliar hollow feeling quickly followed by anger.
Clenching a fist, he quietly swore and rose from the bed.
~o0o~
The bar was empty when he walked in that afternoon, the hour too early for the usual crowds that patronized the place. It was open for business though and that was all Klaus cared about.
He walked up to the bar and took a seat, pleased when the same bartender from the night before approached. "Welcome to Liquid Blues," he said while placing a napkin down. "What can I get ya?"
Klaus looked into the man's eyes and slid a one hundred dollar bill toward him. "The woman who sat in this seat last night around eleven o'clock. Do you know her?"
The bartender took the cash and slipped it into his pocket. "The hot as hell brunette? Ordered a shot of Don Julio?"
Klaus nodded.
"Never saw her before, but you're in luck," he said with a grin while retrieving something from the register. He slid it across the bar and Klaus picked it up. "She left that behind."
Klaus got up and left the bar while looking at the card in his hand. "Isabella Marie Swan," he muttered with a smirk before pocketing it and disappearing into the bustling afternoon crowd.
I'm a wanderess
I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city
Don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane
~o0o~
Chapter 01
New York City…
Certainly, a place I never thought to find myself…
But find myself I did…
In more ways than one…
~o0o~
The match flared to life as she struck it against the craggy brick of the tall building she'd leaned against.
Cupping her hands against the slight, chill breeze, she put the flame to the cigarette held loosely between crimson painted lips and puffed it to life, long-lashed eyes narrowed against the sting of the smoke.
She plucked the cig from her mouth and tossed the spent match in a nearby puddle as smoke curled lazily from her lips.
Causally, she propped a stiletto clad foot against the building at her back and took in her surroundings with a wary, hooded gaze. She looked perfectly relaxed, her demeanor one of comfortable familiarity. It was all a facade. She wasn't comfortable—ever—and none of this was familiar outside its foreignness. She never stayed in one place long enough for anything to become familiar.
She'd been running for six long years now; just barely staying ahead of death. It was a tough existence; one that had hardened her and forced her into this world-weary, jaded person she now was. She'd well and truly lost herself… 'probably for good,' she thought with resignation.
For what was probably the thousandth time, she cursed her past and the naiveté that had forced her into this shell of what she'd been; this wretched half-life where death was always there, waiting for just the right moment…
A bitter smirk curved those full, pouty lips as she took a deep drag from the smoldering cigarette. It took a hell of a lot to rattle her these days, but then, losing everyone who ever mattered in your life tends to do that to a person; you either toughen up from it or fall to pieces.
She hadn't fallen to pieces…
Taking a last drag from the cig, she flipped it into the same murky puddle the match had landed in and pushed away from the building as the chill of the night raised gooseflesh along her arms and exposed legs.
Pulling the short, black leather trench closer about her, she made her way toward a club where she could just make out the gritty strains of Blues music.
She preferred this type of place over the heavy, throbbing beats of dance clubs which were usually full of hormone-driven, clueless college brats with something to prove. She smirked. In her experience, it was usually something they were ill-equipped to prove in the first place.
When she got to the entrance, the thickly muscled bouncer checked her ID and opened the door for her. She entered with a muttered "Thanks."
Like most bars, the interior was dark with tables and booths surrounding a corner stage where a live band played. A bar ran the length of one wall, and this is where she headed.
She slid onto one of the high stools and the bartender placed a napkin down in front of her with a smile. "Welcome to Liquid Blues, beautiful. What can I get ya?"
She arched a brow at his comment. "Don Julio Silver and a glass of water please," she answered while handing him her card.
He poured the shot and set it up with lemon and salt, placing a glass of ice-water beside it before moving onto the next customer.
She picked up the shot and tossed it back. It went down smoothly but then the good stuff always did. That's why she never bothered with the cheap stuff. It wasn't like she had to worry about money. Edward had seen to that and after all the shit she'd been through, she wasn't gonna be shy about using it. The way she figured it, the asshole owed her.
She smirked at the thought of him, the wry curve of her lips belying the bitterness she still felt over his involvement in her life. So many times she'd wished he'd killed her or let the van finish her off as nature had so obviously intended. So much pain would have been averted…
Taking a sip of her water, she placed the glass down and turned to face the crowd, crossing her legs at the knee as she leaned against the bar. She slowly swept the room with her dark, hooded gaze, her tongue peeking out to wet sultry lips as the band launched into a cover of Red House. They were good and this song one of her favorites…'One of Charlie's favorites…'
Closing her eyes, she stifled the painful thoughts and let the gritty guitar licks wash over her as she lost herself to the music for the barest of moments. Such was all she could afford. It wouldn't do to let her guard down for long, so after that brief indulgence, she opened her eyes, her gaze locking immediately with another across the room. The tension was almost immediate; so much so, she almost caught her breath at it.
He sat alone, shrouded in shadow at the back of the room, one arm draped casually over the back of the booth as he stared. She didn't shy away, but studied him, as he seemed to her, both of them still, expressionless.
She had to admit, he was—from what she could see—deliciously handsome with an angular jaw generously dusted with stubble, full lips, well muscled arms and a defined chest wrapped in a pleasingly tight, v-neck shirt. He also wore some kind of dark braided necklace and she wondered at it. It was unusual, very masculine and seemed to fit him well.
As her eyes trailed back up to meet his, a slow smile curved his lips and something flashed in his eyes; something…untamed and a thrill ran through her.
As she watched, he grabbed his jacket, rose from the booth and wound his way through the crowd toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. When he reached her, he held out a hand. "Come," was all he said.
Arching a brow, she studied him for a beat. His eyes, she could now see, were blue, his hair neatly styled, dirty blond. He waited patiently, all the while, seemingly staring into her soul. He was beautiful, yes, a beautiful mystery, and she found she couldn't resist.
Satisfied with her once-over, she reached out and took his hand, following him out of the club and into the chill of the deepening New York night.
~o0o~
His hand was warm, his scent alluring as they walked two blocks to an apartment building where he opened the door for her. She stepped in and he led her to an elevator which they rode in silence to the top floor.
A soft chime broke the silence and the doors whispered open to an airy penthouse. She stepped in and took a moment to look around. The decor was masculine, yet tasteful and just short of sparse; it left her with the feeling it was not quite lived in.
He stepped up behind her and pulled her back against his body while sweeping her hair off to one side. Her eyes closed as she felt the warm press of his lips against her skin as his hands loosened the tie of her trench.
He helped her shrug from the coat and tossed it over the back of his couch as she turned in his hold.
"Do you…"
She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh, no questions, no words."
Something sparked in his eyes, barely discernible in the low light, and his lips curved into a smirk. "As you wish."
She took a moment to look into his eyes; to really try to see him. She wasn't sure why, but she felt compelled to. What she saw there made her lips quirk up into a rueful smile.
She'd been right about that feral gleam. He was a hunter. There was something decidedly dangerous—altogether untamed—about him and she felt her smile widen into a wicked grin as she boldly met his gaze. He wasn't aware—or maybe he was—but the hunter had just become prey.
Her fingers played through the hair at the nape of his neck and he met her grin with his own, his eyes filled with curiosity as one finely groomed brow arched. He took a breath, preparing to speak and again, she covered his lips with a finger. Rising up on her toes, she replaced her finger with her lips. "No words," she whispered before tilting her head and taking his parted lips in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.
He groaned and pulled her close, one hand cupping the back of her head and one just above the curve of her ass as his tongue met and played against hers.
She drew back enough to suck and bite at his luscious bottom lip as his hand moved down to squeeze her rounded ass. "Mmm," she moaned into his mouth as he ground his generous hard-on against her center.
Hot kisses trailed from her lips to the curve just under her jaw and she tipped her head back to give him room as he took in a deep breath. On his exhale, he made a sound that, to her lust hazed mind, sounded suspiciously like a growl. It went straight to her core and she tugged at the sandy strands of his hair as he sucked and nipped the throbbing pulse in her neck.
His hand trailed down and hitched her leg up around his waist as her lips and teeth left a hot, wet trail down the side of his neck. She bit down at the juncture of neck and shoulder, just under that braided necklace he wore and he growled again, drawing back to stare into her eyes for a beat of her heart before claiming her mouth again.
"Jesus," she whispered, her breath leaving her parted lips in rapid pants as his hand palmed her breast firmly, his thumb circling the silk-clad, taut nipple.
Slowly, he backed her up to lean against the back of the couch as his fingers worked the buttons on her silk shirt. With three quick tugs, it came untucked and he pushed it from her shoulders as his lips trailed down from her neck to her collar bone. "So sweet," he mumbled against her kiss-wetted skin before sucking a mark into the milky whiteness.
She felt his hands circle her torso and the next second her red, satin bra slipped down, his lips nudging the strap from one shoulder while the fingers of his hand swept away the other.
She moaned and arched while pulling him close as his lips closed over one dusky, pebbled peak.
He pushed and nibbled, sucked and nuzzled, all while she writhed against him, her hands tugging and grasping, her leg hitched around his waist as she rocked against him.
Reaching back, she fumbled for the zipper on the back of her leather skirt as his kisses continued, his hand trailing slowly from her knee to her dampened center. "So wet," he whispered as his finger circled over where her clit was hidden by soaked red satin.
"Yes," she agreed and he licked her nipple and smiled wickedly at the sound of a zipper.
"So eager," he murmured.
"Yes," she said as she placed her hands on his chest and shoved him away.
She smirked and stood and he cocked a brow as she slowly shimmied out of the skirt, her breasts swaying with the motion.
Next to go was the barely-there thong which she tossed over with the discarded skirt, leaving her in just a garter, stockings and heels. She crooked a finger and pointed at the floor at her feet as she leaned against the couch once more. "On your knees. Let's see if you're worth my time."
His eyes narrowed and she arched a brow.
He felt distinctly that the tables had been turned. What he couldn't decide was if he cared.
The way her kiss swollen lips slowly curved into a smile and her deep brown eyes sparked in challenge decided the matter for him and he answered her smirk with one of his own as he held her gaze and sank to his knees.
He'd make her beg before this was over, of that he was sure.
She stared down at him as his hands slowly trailed up her legs, his thumbs just gliding over the sensitive skin at the apex of her thighs as he swirled his hot tongue in and around her belly button.
She hooked a leg over his shoulder and pulled him in while burying both hands into his sandy hair.
Warm, parted lips and nipping teeth left a tingling trail across the flat plane of her belly as he slowly made his way to her hip. There, he sucked hard enough to leave a slowly purpling mark as two of his slender fingers slid into her slick heat.
She tugged at his hair and rocked her hips. "More," she demanded with a toss of her head and his eyes flashed as he sucked at her inner thigh where he planned to treat himself just as soon as she'd lost coherence. He pumped his fingers into her slowly, deeply, curling them to stroke and press her g-spot as her breathing picked up speed. "Yes," she moaned, her head thrown back as she rocked against him. "More."
He chuckled darkly and parted her folds before placing a feather-light kiss on her aching clit. Her jaw clenched and she tilted her hips forward, seeking much more than a tease as he continued fucking her with his fingers.
He laughed lightly and looked up at her as she stared down at him darkly. "Does this displease you my lady?" he asked with a grin while stroking into her firmly.
She gasped and the leg over his shoulder tensed. "More," she demanded while tugging his head forward.
"More what?" he questioned with a grin as he nipped and sucked at her hip.
"More, now!" she moaned as he massaged that special spot inside her.
He tsk'ed. "Where are your manners sweet one?" he asked as his thumb began circling her swollen bundle of nerves.
"Please," she fairly growled through clenched teeth.
"Please what?" he quipped against the velvet skin at the crease of her thigh.
"Your mouth…use your mouth…" she deigned to plead.
"As you wish," he said before swiping his tongue through her folds in one long, languorous lick. He almost groaned at the sweet taste of her but held back as he circled and sucked in her clit, massaging it with the tip of his tongue as his talented fingers continued to torture her from deep within.
She writhed and wailed and he smiled to himself while devouring her. 'Soon, very soon…she'll be ready,' he thought as he felt her tighten around his plunging digits.
"Oh god," she groaned as he flattened his tongue against her needy bud while relentlessly curling those magic fingers inside her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" she babbled as he sucked hard and plunged deeply, her walls beginning to flutter with the beginnings of her release. "Don't stop…" she pleaded as she rocked into his face and hand. "Don't stop…"
"Come for me," he ordered before flattening his tongue against her again and she exploded with a cry and a toss of her head as he milked her orgasm along into almost painful proportions with his hand.
While she was lost in the throes, he nuzzled his chosen place before sinking sharp fangs into her fragrant skin.
Sucking in a breath, she moaned, low and long as another wave of orgasm took her, her eyes clenched shut at the intensity, her lips parted in silent supplication.
'Holy fuck… What is this?!' she thought when she could manage such a thing.
Her head rolled forward and she stared down at him just in time to see him lick the skin of her inner thigh. 'Is that a tinge of blood on his lips?!'
He eased his fingers from her depths and placed them between his parted lips and she watched, fascinated as he slowly sucked her essence from them. "So incredibly sweet," he murmured while staring into her eyes as she struggled to control her breathing.
He stood and held out a hand. "Shall we?"
Wordlessly, she took his offered hand and followed him to a massive, luxurious bed. Lifting her in his arms, he gently placed her in the middle and stepped back to disrobe.
She watched silently as he peeled the tight shirt up and over his head, her mouth going a bit dry at the sight of his flexing abdominals and defined chest. So far, he was a prime example of male perfection. She just hoped the rest of him measured up. Her lips curved into a smile at that thought and she relaxed back against the pillows, one hand flung over her head while watching him pop the button on his snug, black jeans.
He smirked at her as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans, kicking them to the side when he was through. 'No,' she thought as her gaze traveled his exposed body, his considerable cock standing out proudly as he let her look her fill. 'No disappointments here… He's fucking beautiful.' She took in his cocky smirk. 'And he knows it…'
He held out his hands to his sides. "Do I meet with your approval my lady?"
She quirked a brow and stayed silent for a beat. "We'll see," she finally muttered as he quietly laughed.
She sat up and reached to take off her heels and he stilled her hand with his own as he climbed onto the bed. "No, leave them. I've a desire to feel them wrapped around me as I ride you."
He covered her then and took her lips in a searing kiss as he pushed her back against the pillows.
Wasting no time, he settled his hips into the cradle of her thighs and slid into her in one firm stroke. She moaned as her arms circled his shoulders. "So tight," he muttered as he pulled out to the tip and plunged back in.
Her nails left red trails down his back as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him, her legs falling wide open, heels resting on his ass as he set up a slow, but punishing pace.
He held himself up with one arm braced by her head while the other reached under her ass, holding her hips up at just the right angle as he rocked into her.
"Oh god," she panted as he leaned down and kissed her, his teeth nipping her upper lip before his lips sucked it in to soothe the sting.
She cupped the back of his head and pulled him in to deepen the kiss, sharing their very breath as their tongues tangled and tasted as he fucked her.
She'd never experienced anyone like him and she doubted she ever would again.
Circling his hands under her back, he lifted her in one smooth motion to straddle his lap without missing a stroke and her breath caught as they stared into each others eyes. There was nothing mocking in his eyes now, just an intensity and for reasons she couldn't explain, it worried her.
"What is your name?" he demanded.
A frown creased her brow and she cupped his face before closing her eyes. "I am no one," she said before taking his lips in a deep kiss.
He groaned in equal parts pleasure and frustration as he felt her tighten around him. He would leave it alone…for now.
He had plenty of time, after all…
He braced a hand on her lower back and picked up the pace of his thrusts, his jaw clenching as his completion drew closer while she whimpered and writhed in his hold. "Oh fuck!" she cried as her head rolled back and she shattered around him, the grip on his cock exquisite as he slammed home thrice more before spilling with a shout of his own.
She sagged against him and he held her close as they caught their breath, both lost in their thoughts about what had just passed between them.
He cupped her face and kissed her sweetly while guiding her back to the bed where they lay on their sides, studying each other. Her eyes fluttered closed as he traced her face with the backs of his fingers. "Go to sleep my lady. We'll speak when we awake."
With a nod, she rested her head on his chest and listened as his breathing evened and deepened. When she knew him to be truly asleep, she rose, dressed and kissed his lips softly before slipping out of his apartment and into the dark of the night.
~o0o~
Light poured in through the tall penthouse windows, cutting across the rumpled bed and rousing the solitary form on the bed.
Consciousness came in waves and his eyes snapped open at the memory of the night before. He knew, even before looking, she was gone. He could sense it and with that sense came an unfamiliar hollow feeling quickly followed by anger.
Clenching a fist, he quietly swore and rose from the bed.
~o0o~
The bar was empty when he walked in that afternoon, the hour too early for the usual crowds that patronized the place. It was open for business though and that was all Klaus cared about.
He walked up to the bar and took a seat, pleased when the same bartender from the night before approached. "Welcome to Liquid Blues," he said while placing a napkin down. "What can I get ya?"
Klaus looked into the man's eyes and slid a one hundred dollar bill toward him. "The woman who sat in this seat last night around eleven o'clock. Do you know her?"
The bartender took the cash and slipped it into his pocket. "The hot as hell brunette? Ordered a shot of Don Julio?"
Klaus nodded.
"Never saw her before, but you're in luck," he said with a grin while retrieving something from the register. He slid it across the bar and Klaus picked it up. "She left that behind."
Klaus got up and left the bar while looking at the card in his hand. "Isabella Marie Swan," he muttered with a smirk before pocketing it and disappearing into the bustling afternoon crowd.
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