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[lordoftheozarks]

When the ringing stops, all you'll hear is a cold voice that says one simple word, "Speak."

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[lordoftheozarks]

Fever truly could have gotten him to beg, his eyes have pleading in them already, but she doesn't, and a separate part of him is grateful for that. She gives him what he desires without needing to ask.

"Ohhh," he groans appreciatively, his hip twitching in time with her every caress. "Just like that."

He can feel the first hints of deep pressure kindling in his loins, and now he has a choice. It's easy enough to suppress it and keep going, often he does, but today is for his pleasure. Today, he will indulge in easy release. For once, he won't hold himself back. One last thread of tension in him snaps and, at that moment, he sags, bonelessly, beneath Fever.

"Just like that," he whispers, "and I'll be yours in short o-order."

[abhorrently]

Good, she thinks, deeply gratified to feel the change in him. Just like that. She relaxes her jaw so she can take him a little deeper, work him over better, suck harder. Let go. All he has to do is let go, and be hers, and she wants to see it. Not because he's the town's premier whore, or because he's a centuries old vampire, but because he asked this of her, and she can bestow it.

Let go. It's that easy.

[lordoftheozarks]

It seems so easy now, once the decision is made. His back arches as she swallows him deeper; his cock twitches against her tongue. Oh, fuck, he's getting close. Don't hold it back, he reminds himself. He's so deep in the feeling of her around him that he's not sure he still could.

"Fever!" he cries, both a warning and encouragement at once. His hips flex and hold the tension, all of him winding up for that forewarned explosion.

"Fe-v-AH!" With her name still on his lips, white heat explodes behind his eyes, pleasure spilling out of him in comparatively cold spurts against her tongue. Not once, or twice, but three times in rapid succession.

[abhorrently]

She's ready for it, and seeing and feeling him truly come apart feels exquisite, like a low hum of static along her nerves. Swallowing him down, a stray thought comes into her mind - huh, this is cold too - before she slowly pulls back and off of him, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before she smiles, all self-satisfaction and genuine brightness.

Crawling back up to his side, her hand traces lazy patterns on his stomach, letting him come down slowly. No rush. Nothing more than being wanted just because he's Erik.

[lordoftheozarks]

He laughs at himself as he starts to regain his awareness and realizes his limbs are splayed to either side, his belly up like a dog--very happy to accept belly rubs. When she crawls up beside him, one of those splayed arms curls around her shoulder, cradling her close so he can continue to bask in her glowing warmth.

"Thank you," he whispers, as he leans to brush a kiss across her cheek. He doesn't want to move. Not yet. And she's in no hurry either. So, for once, he allows himself to lounge and rest, to enjoy the buoyant bliss of orgasm without letting the worries of the world creep in just yet.