I woke up to soft kisses trailing up my inner thigh.  At first, I thought it was a dream after what had happened last night.  Telling Eric that I loved him was freeing,  and there was no way to describe how it felt when I saw the smile on his face after I told him that I loved him.

Eric kissed me with a passion I had never felt from him before. We kissed for what felt like hours before he slowly removed our clothes and made love to me for the first time.  It was sweet and reverent and everything thing a girl would want for her first time or second first time as the case may be.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with someone and not love them.  Luckily, I’d never have to find out.  I felt more loved while we were joined together than I had ever felt before.

I finally opened my eyes to look down and found Eric lying between my legs running his tongue along the flesh of my inner thigh. I let out an involuntary moan or two before I could even speak.

“Good evening, älskare,” Eric said huskily as he looked up at me. He smiled before dropping another kiss and moving on up my body, planting open mouth kisses along my body until he reached my lips.

He hovered over me, bracing himself on his elbows while he leisurely brushed his lips across my lips, jaw, cheeks, and forehead before he made his way back to my lips. The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with the happiness and love that was resonating from him. He ran his fingers through my hair and up my neck until he lightly cupped my jaw.

Pulling back to let me breathe, his gaze flitted across my face before settling on my eyes.  My hands made their way from his shoulders to his face as I traced the lines around his smiling eyes and ran my fingers across his eyebrows.

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“This is okay?” he asked stroking my cheek.  A look of uncertainty briefly crossed his face.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I questioned him.  Confusion settled in as to why he was uncertain about his actions.  “Eric?”

“I don’t want to move too fast for you or want you to think that all I want from you now is sex, but I couldn’t help myself when I found your sleeping naked body tangled with mine when I rose tonight,” he said as he started kissing along the side of my neck.

“I wasn’t thinking that,” I said as I shook my head. “I wasn’t thinking anything at all.  Please continue what you were doing,” I said as I scratched my fingernails down his back.

Eric let out a purr as he licked, sucked and nipped down my body until he got down to my mound.  Burying his nose as he flattened his tongue, Eric licked from my entrance to my clit before swirling his tongue around and nibbling on my bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God you’re talented,” I gasped out as the sensations in my body from his tongue overtook me.

“I told you,” he said after he lifted his head up and smirked at me.

My hands and body had a mind of their own as my hips arched up to meet him. I grasped his hair to pull him down where I needed him most.

Eric licked and swirled his talented tongue as his fingers pumped in and out of me.  Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, he curled his fingers causing my body to arch off the bed and fireworks to dance behind my eyelids.

Once I opened my eyes, they were fixated on the man above me. He had a gentle smile upon his face as he gazed down at me.

“Welcome back,” he said before he dipped down and caressed my lips with his own.  What started off sweet quickly turned passionate as his tongue dominated mine.

Slowly one hand trailed down my body lightly caressing until it came into contact with my bundle of nerves once again.  My mind might not remember him, but my body had not forgotten Eric and knew that this wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I need to feel him inside of me.

“Please,” I begged him.  “I need you.” My hands traveled down his back until they reached his ass and pulled him closer to me. “Please,” I begged again once I felt his tip at my entrance.

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Painstakingly slow, Eric pushed his now throbbing cock into my slick heat inch by glorious inch. He stilled once he was fully sheathed inside of me as I let out a moan, feeling my body stretching deliciously around him.

After a few moments my tight passage was ready and Eric slowly pulled out until only the tip of his erection was still inside.  One hand came up to cup the side of my face before he slammed all the way in until our pelvises met.  Reaching up he laced our fingers together before placing our hands on each side of my head.  He continued to pull out almost all the way and then slam into me until our world exploded with our combined orgasm.


“Are you okay?” Eric asked me from his spot on my breast.  He had been lying there with his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around me since he had stopped licking on the marks he made while he fed.

“More than okay.  I feel great.  My bones feel as if they have liquefied, “I replied as I ran my hand through his hair.  “Why do we do anything else?  Did we ever get out of bed before?”

Eric’s only response was to chuckle before he placed a kiss above my heart.  After a few minutes of quiet and enjoying each other through the bond, he spoke.

“Perhaps we should go on a second honeymoon.  Would you like that?” he asked lifting his head up.

“Is that where you have sex non-stop?”  I asked, uncertain of what a honeymoon was.

“In a matter of speaking,” he said with a soft chuckle before getting up off the bed and headed to the tub and started the water.

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“Did we move here because the bathtub is so close to the bed?” I asked as I sat up and watched him adjust the water temperature. “It’s very convenient.”

“That it is,” he said with a sexy smirk.  “Will you join me?” he asked as he stepped into the bath.  “I think the hot water would be good for your sore muscles.”

Standing for the first time tonight, I felt what Eric meant.  Muscles I didn’t even know I had were sore.  It wasn’t too bad, but a bath would feel nice and I could snuggle with Eric some more.

Slowly I walked over to the tub and used Eric’s outstretched hand to help me in.  Once I was safely inside, I sat down in between Eric’s legs and leaned back inhaling the scent of jasmine and vanilla that he had poured into the water.

“Are you going to tell me what a honeymoon really is?” I asked after a few minutes of quiet.  Eric had been using his skillful hands to massage my shoulders and neck, but once I asked my question he wrapped his arms around me, placing his chin on the top of my head.

“Of course I will. A honeymoon is a destination-vacation that a newly married couple goes to after they are married.  A lot of times they go somewhere tropical or romantic like Paris.  Although most of the time they rarely venture out of their hotel rooms.”

“What would be the point in going on vacation if you are only going to stay in the hotel room?”  This logic made little sense to me.  I felt Eric’s silent laughter before his lips skimmed the side of my neck.

“Because my dear wife they are doing what you had only just asked about a little while ago.  Their honeymoon is the first time they had spent any amount of time with their new spouse and they fuck like rabbits for the whole honeymoon.”

I turned my head to look at Eric to see if he was serious.  Although I could tell he wasn’t lying to me, I knew he could hold back if he was joking.


“Really.  Why don’t you lean forward and I’ll wash your back,” he said as he grabbed the black poof and began pouring shower gel on it.

“So… we would go on this second honeymoon to fuck like rabbits?”

“Mmmm,” I heard in my ear before Eric’s tongue flicked out and ran along the shell of my ear.  “If you want some time where we will be uninterrupted and have no responsibilities then that is what I suggest.  We will fuck like rabbits, I will claim you as my wife once again, but I will also make love to you until the sun comes up, night after night.  We can go anywhere in the world you want to go.  Would you like to go on a honeymoon with me?   One you’ll remember?”

Turning around to straddle his lap I saw what I also felt.  Sadness. Wrapping my arms around him, I placed a kiss on his neck before lying my head down on his shoulder and hugged him.

“I’d love to go on a second honeymoon with you.” We were quiet for a few moments, enjoying our new closeness.  Well, it was new to me. “Eric?”

“Yes, Sookie?” he replied kissing the top of my head.

I squeezed his neck a little tighter before I confessed, “I wish I could remember what our life was like before my accident.  I don’t even want to remember for myself but for you.  I’m sorry.  I hate how hard this has been on you.”

“Sookie,” he said, pulling me up until we were face to face.  “Do not be sorry.  This was in no way your fault.  Do I wish you could remember all the special times we spent together? Yes, of course I do, but you have given me the most precious gift once again. You love me and that’s all that matters.  We can make new memories to replace the old ones.  What’s important to me is that you’re still here, still mine, and that you love me.  That’s all I need. I promise you.”

He said the last part while caressing my cheek.

“I do love you,” I said with a big smile on my face.

“I know you do and I love you.” He kissed me quickly in a passionate kiss that ended much too soon for me.  “Turn back around so that I can finish washing you.”  After sitting back in between his legs, he asked. “Where would you like to go on for our second honeymoon?”

“Where did we go before?” I asked as I ran my hands up and down his strong thighs.

“Norway.  It’s a Scandinavian country and close to where I lived when I was human. We were married on the Winter Solstice, which was December 21, 2009, and traveled all day to reach Tromsø.”

“Why would we go someplace that would take us all day to reach?” I asked as he washed my arms.

“They have sixty days of polar nights. So for most of the time we were there I didn’t die for the day.” Feeling my irritation at him for using the word die, he quickly retorted. “I didn’t sleep for most of our time there. I would sleep when you slept or go into down time.  We were like most newlywed couples.  Never had we spent that much time together, not because we didn’t want to, but because we simply couldn’t with the sunrise and our responsibilities.”

“That sounds nice.  Why don’t we live there or travel there more often?”

“We live here because I have a contract to be Sheriff of Area Five for the next twenty years. As for traveling, I think that is something we should try to do more often.  Your accident has reminded me how precious you are to me, that we never know when our time is going to end, and there are many things left in this world that I want to show you.  Tromsø is not having its polar nights right now and will not until November. I don’t think we want to wait that long for a honeymoon do we?”

“No,” I said shaking my head.  Getting away from our responsibilities sounded nice, and I didn’t want to wait another nine months.

“Do you have any place in mind or would you like me to choose?” he asked as he washed along my collarbone.

“I want to go to your homeland.  Can we go there?” I asked turning to see him over my shoulder.

“That’s where you want to go?”  My response was a short nod. “It will be cold.  Wouldn’t you rather go somewhere tropical?”

“Do you not want to show me where you used to live?”

“That’s not it at all. I want to take you somewhere that you’ll enjoy, and that will make you happy.”

“I think I will enjoy going to see where you lived while you were human, and I want you happy too, so that is where we are going to go.”

“Whatever you say, my dear,” he gave me a wink.  “I’ll start making arrangements tomorrow night.”

“Do you think we could go back to where we went on our honeymoon sometime?” I asked him as he massaged shampoo into my head.  His fingers rubbing and scraping against my scalp felt heavenly.  “That feels so good,” I hummed out.

“I would like nothing more than to spend my days and nights with you where we once honeymooned.  We should celebrate our anniversary there, maybe make it a new tradition and do it every year.”

“I’d like that.”

Once my hair was done, I leaned back against Eric with my eyes closed, enjoying our new closeness.

“So you’ve told me about where we went on our honeymoon how about you tell me about our wedding.  We kind of got off track last night.”

“Yes, we did,” Eric responded as he kissed up and down my neck.

“Not long after we were engaged, we needed to make a decision on when and where we would get married,” he said with his chin against the top of my head.  “Well,” he said with a chuckle. “Pam was relentless on the when and where so we decided that we needed to make a decision before she took over.  She was very excited about planning a wedding and bridal shower.  She had read all about them from Dear Abby.”

I was about ready to ask him who this Dear Abby was, but he quickly responded before I could ask.

“She writes advice columns.  I don’t know why Pam reads them when she dislikes humans so much, but she loves to read them.” I could feel him shaking his head.

“We got engaged in early January and you wanted to wait until winter when we would have more of the night to be able to enjoy our wedding.  We quickly decided on the first day of winter and that led to the opportunity of having our honeymoon in Norway during the polar nights for a month,” he explained.

We had been in the bath long enough that the water had started to cool.  Eric didn’t notice until he felt my body shiver and I’d been too enthralled with our story to even realize how cold the water had gotten.

Eric’s arms tightened around me before he stood up, bringing me with him. He dried us off quickly and brought me my warm fluffy robe.

Sitting on the bed between Eric’s legs, he dried my hair with a towel before he started brushing it while he continued to tell me of our wedding.  Feeling Eric’s hands and the brush gliding through my hair felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I listened to his smooth voice.

I leaned my head against his shoulder after he put the brush down and placed the tail of my now-braided hair off to the side so that he could easily trail a few kisses along my neck.

“That felt so good,” I quietly said.

“Which part?  The sex earlier, the bath, my brushing your hair, or me kissing your delectable neck?” He purred.

“Mmmm.  All of it,” I replied with a coy smile.  “But I was talking about you brushing my hair.  You’re very good at it.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve brushed your hair, and hopefully, it will not be the last.  I’m happy you enjoyed it,” he said before he dipped his head down and placed another kiss to my neck.

“Where did you learn to do that to my hair?” I asked, arching my neck to give him better access.

“Believe it or not, I used to have long hair, and you would brush it.”

I turned around eyeing his hair.

He laughed at my examination of him.

“When we first met I had long hair.  Pam wanted to cut it and had been pestering me about it for nearly a decade so I let her,” he said with a shrug.  “You liked it short so I’ve kept it short.  I’ll show you a picture of it later and you can tell me which you like better now.”

“I can’t imagine you with long hair but what do you prefer?” I asked as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Closing his eyes to the sensation he spoke, “I prefer it short.  It’s easier to maintain especially while flying,” he winked and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Do you want me to continue with our wedding story?”

“Yes,” I replied with a rumbling stomach.

He gave me a reproachful look before he stood up and held his hand out to me. “Let’s get you fed. I’ll build a fire while you make your meal and then I’ll finish our story.”

After making myself a bowl of maple and brown sugar oatmeal, we sat in a big white chair with an ottoman in front of the fireplace.


Looking down at my oatmeal, Eric scrunched up his nose before looking back up at me.  “That looks vile, Sookie.  How can you eat that?”

“It tastes good, and it’s supposed to be healthy for you,” I replied before popping another spoonful into my mouth.

“You must be mistaken; that cannot be healthy for you.  It looks like it would get stuck in your body,” he said while grimacing.

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“Hush.  You don’t have to eat it, and I like it. Unless you can’t stand the smell of it, then I’m going to continue to eat it.”

“The smell is fine; it’s just that it looks…  You can eat whatever you want,” he said giving my oatmeal another look.

Sitting back in the doublewide chair, he rested his arms along the top.  One hand found my neck and his fingers lightly touched and caressed as he continued.

“Back to the wedding.  We had been living together for almost six months before we got engaged.  You were living vampire hours and trying to do your job as my day person.  After a couple of months of trying to plan a wedding, spending time with me, and doing everything else that needed to be done during the night hours, you weren’t getting much accomplished.

“So I suggested that we hire someone to be our day person,” he said as he looked over at me with a smirk.  “You didn’t like the idea of not having a job and living off of me.”

Taking my hand in his, he gave it a light squeeze before he laced our fingers together.  “It was one of our first fights and I thought you were going to decide not to marry me.  We didn’t talk for the rest of that night or the next.  You even stayed upstairs in one of the other bedrooms.”

“What’s the big deal about me staying upstairs?”

“It was in our other house and our bedroom was downstairs in the basement.  Remember this was before the reveal,” I nodded.  “You stayed upstairs in a bedroom that I couldn’t stay in with you for the day.”

“Oh,” I said with a frown. “What happened to get us to finally talk?”

“Your Gran called you and she knew instantly that something was wrong.  When you explained to her what we were fighting about, she explained to you that we would soon be married and that we would share everything.  You wouldn’t be out of work for long, only until after the honeymoon.  I had been trying to get you to work at one of my other companies for a while, but you refused. You were worried about finding a new day person that we could trust.  Alcide’s dad had recently come into a huge debt that I had bought out, so we hired Alcide, which is a story in and of itself. By the time I rose for the third night, you had thought about what your Gran had said and what we had talked about previously about working for me elsewhere, and you were ready to talk.”

Gazing forlornly into my eyes, he raised my hand and kissed my knuckles.  “I hate it when we fight.”

“Do we fight often?”

“No,” he shook his head.  “We rarely fight, but when we do, it’s…big.”

“With Alcide as our dayman, you had more time to plan the wedding.  You and Pam would spend hours looking through magazines and on the internet looking at wedding stuff.  Pam convinced you that it wasn’t possible for you to find the wedding dress in Shreveport, or in Louisiana for that matter.  She took you to New York for a week.  If you want to know what happened during that time, you’ll have to ask her.  Neither of you would say, but I know that you found your dress.

“After you found your dress,” he continued, “it was time to decide where to get married.  Of course, Pam wanted the wedding in Paris, but you decided you wanted to have it at your brother’s place by his pond.  The house and land used to be your parents before they died.”

“Why did Pam want the wedding to be in Paris?”

“It had nothing to do with what you wanted; she wanted to go shopping there.  You were scared to tell her where you wanted it to be.”

“Really?” I asked him. I couldn’t imagine being scared of Pam.

“Oh, yes. Pam had her heart set on Paris for all the wrong reasons, and she had been trying to convince you that it was where you really wanted to go.  I came home one night, and you had been crying.” He shook his head at the thought. “I hate it when you cry, älskade.  When you finally calmed down and told me why you were upset, I knew I had to step in. I couldn’t let Pam strong arm you into what she wanted.  This was for you.”

“And for you.”

“I only wanted you to be happy. Nothing mattered to me except that you would walk down that aisle and say I do.”

“That’s very selfless of you.  I can’t believe that’s all you wanted.”

“I always want you to be happy, Sookie.  I only hope that I’m included as part of your happiness.”

I moved to straddle his lap, each knee on the side of his hips.  “You are what makes me the happiest,” I said before our lips met.

“And you have made me happier than I have ever been in my entire life.”

Our lips locked once again, and our hands touched wherever they could reach.  Lucky for me Eric has such long arms.  When I needed to breathe, I rested my head against his shoulder and continued running my hand through his hair. I loved his hair. It was so soft that I never wanted to stop touching it.

Eric wrapped his long arms around me and once again tried to finish his story.

“I had to command Pam to let you plan the wedding.  She could help, but not badger you into getting what she wanted.” I felt him shake his head.  “She was very unhappy with my command and not getting to go to Paris.  Since she was going to have to take over all of my responsibilities while we were gone, I promised her that once we were back and settled in she could go to Paris.”

“You really do spoil her.”

“I know, and I’d spoil you too if you would let me.  Anyway, you arranged for us to have dinner with your Gran and your brother to ask if you could use his land for the wedding and if he’d walk you down the aisle.  Once that was all set, you ordered the invitations. I had no idea of all the things that have to be decided and bought for a wedding.  There were times when you were overwhelmed, but you let me help you when it became too much.”

“Like what kind of stuff?”

“There’s the reception, which is the party is after the wedding. We also had this on your brother’s land.  We set up a tent and had twinkling lights all over the ceiling.”




“Then there were the food and drinks, music, flowers, place settings, linens, dresses for the bridesmaids, and the tuxedos for the groomsman and myself. I’m sure there’s more that I don’t know about.  I never knew what it took to plan a wedding.  You did a wonderful job of making our night special, and you were proud of yourself for not having to hire a wedding planner.  I had tried to talk you into hiring one so that you wouldn’t be so stressed, but you refused.  You told me you were only getting married once and wanted to do it all yourself.”

“The only thing that I disagreed with was that you wanted us to stop having sex a week before we got married and that the night before we would sleep separately.”

“Why did I want that?”  That sounded like a horrible idea.  I could only remember the sex we’d had last night and tonight, but it was fantastic, and if it were up to me we’d never a go a day without it.

“It’s common for the bride to stay elsewhere the night before the wedding.  It’s supposed to be bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other that day.  It’s only silly superstition, but you wanted to uphold it. As for the sex part,” he paused to shake his head. “It used to be that the couple would wait to have sex until the night they got married.  You wanted to make it exciting and have some pent up sexual frustration for the both of us,” he said with a laugh.

When he caught the look on my face, he roared with laughter, doubling over with tears in his eyes.  Once he stopped, he asked me, “Why the look?”

“I don’t know why I would want any pent up frustration between us.” I shook my head with my eyebrows pulled together.  “During this last month and a half, there were times I thought my body was going to explode if you didn’t touch me.”

“Dear one, I was only joking with you. You didn’t want any frustration between us; you only wanted the night to be special. Your thought was that if we continued to have sex up until then, it would be just like any other night.”

“Was it special?” I asked.  I hoped that if I had put a halt to our sex life, then it should, at least, have been worth it.

“The whole night was special from the moment I saw you,” he said with a beaming smile and a far off look on his face, the same look he got when he was remembering something from his past. “Of course I had the advantage of seeing you before most of the other guests with my enhanced vision.  You were so beautiful that night,” he said in an awe-inspiring tone.  “So beautiful, so radiant.”

He trailed the back of his fingers across my cheek with a small smile on his face.

“You looked just as you do today.”

“Not as I do today.”

“No, you didn’t have someone spend hours doing your hair and makeup, but you don’t need that.   You don’t now, and you didn’t then.  Before your skin was flawless from drinking my blood and you haven’t changed a day since our wedding night with our final blood exchange and being bound together.”

“Thank you.  I guess it’s good that it was my wedding night, and I was all groomed to perfection.”

“Yes, I think you would have been upsetting if you had to live with hairy armpits and legs.  You thought it was my blood keeping the hair from growing.  Never once did you mention it to me until we found out we were bound.  If you had mentioned it, I would have told you that was not the case, but it probably would have worried us a great deal.”

“It all worked out,” I said with a smile.

“It all worked out,” he responded back with a light kiss. “Your brother walked you down an aisle that was lit by candles with rose petals scattered along the ground. He guided you to me, and we stood in front of a gazebo that we had built by his pond.”


“It was a pretty standard wedding to my understanding.  Your childhood minister was there to officiate the wedding, and the only thing we changed was our vows,” with a slow smile Eric continued.  “We wanted to write our own.”

“What were they?” I asked with longing laced in my voice. I desperately wanted to know what we had said that night – what these two people who were so in love said.

“I held your hands in mine while you said your vows.  The whole time you were looking up at me with a beaming smile and tears running down your cheeks.”

“On this day,

I give you my heart,

My promise,

That I will walk with you,

Hand in hand,

Wherever our journey leads us,

Living, learning, loving,




“Forever meant a great deal to you,” I said, almost choking up from the emotions coming from him while he recited the vows I had written to him.  “It still does.”

“You have no idea how much.  At the time, we thought that I was going to have to turn you, for you to be able to stay with me forever.  For you to choose to let me become your maker and to be by my side forever was something I had hoped for, but …”

I interrupted him, asking. “Are you disappointed that you will not be my maker?”

“No,” he said as he shook his head.  “I wish that your body were not as fragile as it is sometimes, like with the car crash, but what we have is perfect.”

“What were your vows to me?” I asked anxiously.

He chuckled and pulled me onto his lap, smoothing my hair down.  “Why are you so eager to hear what my vows were?”

“I want to know of your love for me back then.  What you wrote for me.”

Nodding his head, he cleared his throat (which I knew was unnecessary) before he spoke.

“I promise to encourage your compassion,

Because that is what makes you unique and wonderful.

I promise to nurture your dreams,

Because through them your soul shines.

I promise to help shoulder our challenges,

For there is nothing we cannot face if we stand together.

I promise to be your partner in all things,

Not possessing you, but working with you as a part of the whole.

Lastly, I promise to you perfect love and perfect trust,

For one lifetime with you could never be enough.

This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things.”

“That was beautiful,” I whispered before I leaned in and kissed him.

“Thank you,” he replied against my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth passionately.  His tongue caressed my own while his soft lips moved against mine.  Our hands tangled in each other’s hair not wanting the kiss to ever end.  Unfortunately, we had to break away so that I could breathe.

While I tried to catch my breath, I asked Eric to tell me more about our wedding night.

“Mmmm.  What should I tell you about it?”  He tapped his chin acting like he was in thought, but his mischievous feelings gave him away.  “I know –  I’ll tell you about when we got to the hotel and started our honeymoon.”

“You were lying on our bed in our suite wearing nothing, exactly like tonight when I woke up,” he smirked.


“Eric!” I shrieked in embarrassment.

“I don’t understand why you’re embarrassed.  We made love only a couple of hours ago and saw each other naked,” he said gently. “You never have to be embarrassed with me.”

“Continue,” I said, taking his hand in mine.

“You were quite the seductress, lying there with no clothes on with your legs spread for me.  Calling to me in your best come-hither voice.”

“What did I say?” I asked.

“You asked me why I hadn’t taken off my clothes yet.  There was no need for clothing since we were husband and wife,” he said as a big smile bloomed across his face. “You were trying to talk all sexy to me, but thought it was silly, and you were giggling the whole time.”

“Did you take off your clothes?” I asked as I ran my hand up his chest.

“Not right away… Instead, I leaned down over your luscious body and ran the tip of my nose across the soft, warm flesh of your neck.  My hands cupped your firm, round breasts and lightly pinched your nipples. It was a little like this,” he said before he performed the very acts he had just described.

“I told you that if my clothes came off I wouldn’t be held responsible for my actions before I licked the pulse point of your neck, making your heartbeat steadily increase.”

Lifting his head until our eyes met, he continued.  “I groaned out that it had been too long, and then you interrupted by telling me it had only been a week,” he chuckled while wrapping his arms around me.  “You were feeling our week of abstinence just as much as I was.  A week is far too long to not be inside your body.  I quickly pinned your hands above your head and ground my aching erection between your legs causing you to let out your own moan and letting me know how much you loved hearing me call you my wife.”

“I can imagine,” I replied closing my eyes.  “Tell me more.”

“I said, “Good, my wife. I’m going to make love to you with my lips, with my tongue, and with my hands”,” I replied with a kiss. “Your response was to arch into my body, bringing us as close as possible before I promised you that once your body shook and writhed with our love, that I was going to claim you until you didn’t even know your own name.”

“Did you?” I asked breathlessly.

“I never break a promise,” he said with hooded lids.  “Your arousal had saturated the room making my fangs ache with desire.”

Suddenly Eric stopped grinding his hard member against me and telling his naughty story.  He was frozen underneath me, staring off at something unknown.

“Eric?” I questioned.  I was worried.  Was there something wrong with him? I looked out the windows to see that the sun was down, and there was only the pitch black of night.

“Eric?” I called to him, grasping his face in my hands. I couldn’t figure out why he was frozen. Panic started to overcome me the longer he sat there without speaking or looking at me.

After a few more moments, his gaze finally broke as he blinked once and then looked at me with his brows furrowed and worry radiating off of him.

He stood with me still in his arms and started for the stairs.  Once we were in our closet, he set me down and started to grab clothes off their hangers.

“Get dressed,” he spoke finally, handing me an outfit to wear before he left.

I quickly dressed and followed the bond to find him pacing at the front door.

“Eric?” I asked once again.  His worry was escalating as was my own. I had no idea what was going on, but I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.

“Let’s go,” he spoke absentmindedly before he took my hand and ushered us out the door.

Not a word was spoken until we were in the car and on the road. It looked as if we were headed toward Fangtasia by the direction we were going.  I didn’t know why he’d be so worried about what was going on there.  Most of the time he wished it would burn to the ground so he didn’t have to enthrall the vermin anymore.

Reaching across the gear shift, Eric laced his fingers with mine and gave them a slight squeeze.  “I’m sorry.  I know you’re worried.  I don’t know what’s going on, but Pam has been sending me feelings of unease and distress for the last ten minutes.  Both are very uncommon for her.  Something has happened at Fangtasia.”

“Maybe I should have stayed home.”

“If it were unsafe I would be getting an entirely different feeling from her. I couldn’t have you stay at home and feel your worry over the situation, which I knew you’d do.  Also, my worry for you would have distracted me.  It’s best that you came.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive Pam would have sent caution if you should have stayed away.  Pam’s your friend and she knows what would happen if you were taken away from me.” He brought our intertwined hands up to his mouth and held them against his lips for a moment.  “All will be well, dear one.”

We pulled into the parking lot of Fangtasia, to our surprise there were very few cars present.  Normally by now the parking lot would be packed.  Maybe that was the cause of Pam’s emotional distress.

Walking in the employee entrance, we noticed that it was quiet. Too quiet.  Not even the music was on. Eric grabbed my hand and sent his reassurance that everything would be alright.

Once we stepped into the main part of the bar, we finally caught a glimpse of Pam.  She was standing behind the bar, and I noticed she was getting a bottle of Royalty out of the microwave.  I knew she didn’t drink it, she always found someone to feed from at the bar or elsewhere.  We then turned the corner to see a young woman with red hair sitting on Eric’s throne. Eric stiffened at the site of her. She looked out of place here with the way she was dressed.

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When she caught sight of us, a creepy smile came upon her face.

“Is this my telepath?” she sneered, tapping her fingers against the arm of Eric’s throne.

Placing me behind him, Eric blocked me from her view.  “No. This is my wife.”

“We’ll see about that,” she stated as she got up from her seat and walked toward us.

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  1. So I started here, and will now go back and begin at the beginning, as soon as I can stop looking at your gif buttons *drool*

    1. It might take awhile to get over them. 🙂 You might also want to check out the distraction gallery.

    1. It wasn’t intentional to leave it off with a cliffie. I hope to find some time this weekend to write and be back to my regular Friday updates.

  2. Oh no !! Sookie and Eric have finally made love and now they were reliving many of their fihest memories here comes Queen Sophie Anne!! What a nice cliffie Can’t wait for the next chapter…Take care

  3. Your last banked chapter AND it’s a cliffie…but what a wonderful chapter, right up til Sophie-Ann dropped on them. Hope real life allows you time to write soon…

  4. Another great chapter! And just as Eric was beginning to feel confident he had Sookie back… that bitch-queen arrives no doubt to be a pain in his ass… A bit of a cliffie there so look forward to seeing what Sophie-Anne is up to when you get time to write… Maybe Jack Black can make her laugh?

  5. Hmm, SA is awfully presumptuous, especially since Sookie seems to have lost her telepathy. Great chapter.

  6. GAH! She just has to show up and spoil everything, doesn’t she? I’m interested to see what her reaction will be to the news that Sookie has lost her telepathy.

  7. No more banked chapters and you leave us with a cliffie! What’s with the “we’ll see” I wonder.. Can’t wait to see her reaction to sookie’s lack of telepathy 🙂
    Looking forward to your next update x

  8. Crap….What’s SA up to now? Will she believe Sookie doesn’t have her telepathy anymore? Can’t wait for more 🙂

  9. loved it all over agian… SA is a bitch and Billy boy told her about Sookie I am sure of it, but she can no longer read minds so i wonder why SA is there … until the next post. KY

  10. The vows were beautiful, and I love how Eric is sharing the memories with Sookie. But QSA is here to screw things up. What if she doesn’t believe the telepathy’s gone? I’m afraid she’ll torture Eric to see if Sookie will have the incentive to read minds. Evil, evil cliffie 🙁

  11. Awesome chapter! I can’t wait for more! I bet the queen will lose her mind when she finds out that Bill caused her to lose her telepathy! I bet she will punish Bill for it! I hope that she does not cause to many problems for Eric! I wonder what the Queen means when she says ” Lets see what we can do about that.” I wonder if she thinks she can just glamour Sookie!

  12. Uh oh. Sophie-Anne could be a very bad thing, especially is she feels Sookie was stolen for her. Quite the interruption there.

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