Lustful Daydreaming

Disclaimer - I do not own Hellsing.

A/N - Here it is, Chapter three... Damn, this is getting big for a one shot! /chuckles/
Again I thank my Dark Angel for the tips on romanian, and Pisicuta mea of course... /always/

And all my reviewers as well! You make this thing going and going! /smiles/

Well, any questions, please email me!

Oh yeah, Storm, I have to email you back, but thanks for the piccies!!! /winks/

Now, on with the show!

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Two days had passed since the restaurant incident.
Everyone noticed changes in me, especially at work. I haven’t been able to see Jack since that day, which on one hand was good: It gave me time to think about this...
I felt horrible and confused after what happened in the restaurant.

He slept in my house that day, but nothing happened. I guess he was worried because of my “pain”, and although I assured him it was all right he said he loved me, and didn’t want me to make love just because he wanted too.
It made me feel even worst.

I look at the mirror on the back of the elevator, and the person I see there is unrecognisable to me.

How could his cruelty make me feel even more drawn to him?

How could I have enjoyed seeing Jack looking at me so unaware, while the vampire made me ascend to the heavens?

A bitter chuckle escapes my lips as I think of this...

How can a demon bring so much pleasure to my body?

As I said, two days have passed, and he is missing. Maybe he read my thoughts, maybe he took pity on me and left me be.

Which I find strange... After the whole “I am yours” thing...

I should be relieved, right?

But...

I miss him... God, how I miss him...

I’m losing my mind I know... Was not this that I wanted?

Him, out of my life?

Was not this I wanted? To be able to live my life with Jack, my ever trust worthy Jack?

The elevator stops and I get out of it. The door of Jack’s apartment opens before I rang the bell. I look at him, surprised. He’s wearing only a pair of jeans, his blonde hair tussled, on his face a smile, on his right hand a bottle of what seems champagne.

And my answer comes crystal clear. Yes, this is what I want. Jack. Reality and security.
My Jack.

The vampire is just a figment of my imagination, a hot page on the book of my life, a closed chapter. No future.

- Good Afternoon Miss! – He says sensually, opening the door a little more to let me pass.

- Good Afternoon Sir... – I say grinning.

Now this is a strange change. He is normally so loving, but sweet...

The mischief I see in his eyes right now, and the champagne bottle, gives me the hint that what he as planned today will certainly involve the master bed...

I enter and he closes the door, the hand with the bottle setting over the wall at my head level, impeding my pass. He gives a step towards me, his naked chest almost touching mine.
I give him a half smile, my eyes looking at him innocently.

- You look ravishing today! – He says, his eyes glued to my mouth.

My hand goes to his shoulder and slides over, my forearm dangling from it.

- Jack dear, is it me, or did you missed me?

His smile grew, his face lowered to my level, his lips trapping mine in a kiss.
I tried my best not to compare the kiss with the vampire’s, but it was impossible.

So different, warmer... but... Alucard’s...

- “Stop thinking about that. Enjoy.” – I scolded myself, my arms going around his neck and making his body cling to mine.

I will forget the vampire.

We break the kiss, both a little out of breath. I see him lowering himself, his arm going around my legs. I chuckle.

- Jack, what about the champagne?

He completes the movement, taking me into his arms, bridal style.

- The hell with the champagne! – He almost groans, desire shinning in his eyes.

I giggle as he heads to the bedroom and kicks the door open.

– Besides, I never had champagne in a belly button before. And today is a good day to try...

I laugh, and smile at him. This is the man I am going to marry. A man that loves me.

And that is all that matters...

Isn’t it...?

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I feel his hand over my back, sliding up and down, his breathing a little erratic still.

- Hun, are you ok?

I lift my head from his chest and give him a lazy smile.

- Yes Jack, fine! – I say, lying with every single tooth in my mouth.

He smiles and I let my head again settle over his chest, sighing.

I feel horrible...
Even feeling his warmth, his rough hands over my skin, his moans...
I closed my eyes and when I climaxed I thought of the vampire.

I saw his face, those ruby eyes burning into mine, the animal groans making his chest rumble and vibrating against my hardened nipples.
Not that this hasn’t happened before, it did, but it was different. Back then it was just a fantasy! How many girls do that, think about someone unreachable when having sex? But now...

God... Will I never forget him?

I feel Jack kissing the top of my head, his lips moving over my hair.

- I love you...

A little smile sets on my lips.
I will. It may take a little time, but I will. Jack loves me. The vampire is just... Nothing.
Sex.
I will get over this, for Jack’s and my happiness.
I rub my cheek against his chest.

My cell phone starts ringing and I hear Jack growling.

- I knew I should have made you turn that bloody thing off... - He says, almost pouting as I get up and grab the purse that I threw on the floor sometime during the undressing.

- Stop being so grouchy! – I say, walking to him chuckling, my hand going to his chest, my index and thumb pinching his nipple.

- Ouch! – He whimpered, half pouting, half smiling.

- Cry baby! – I laugh, looking at the still ringing cell. I frown; it’s from the office.

I flip the cell open.

- Yes?

I push the sheet from him, exposing his body.

- Girl, it’s Jessie!

He tries to grab it, but I’m faster, and roll it around me the best I can with one hand.
He frowns at me in a completely theatrical expression, which makes me smile and stick my tongue out at him.

- Hi Jessie, what’s up? – I say, still looking at Jack.

He points to his groin, with a mischievous smile. I put on a faked mortified expression, but inside I’m cracking up. I lower myself; grab a pillow that had been thrown to the floor and throw it at him, hitting him square in the face.

- Where are the documents that Max needs tomorrow for the briefing?

I can hear Jack’s low chuckle.

- I left them on my desk, on the blue folder.

- Ok, let me check. Don’t hang up!

I look at Jack again. He’s lying on his side and when I look at him he lifts and lowers his eyebrows, the bad boy grin still in place, his finger going up and down his thigh. I chuckle; he looks so sweetly ridiculous right now!

- Girl, the folder is here but there aren’t any documents inside!

I frown. No documents?

- Jessie, did you get the right folder? It’s the...

- The blue one, I know. The documents aren’t there and there’s no other blue folder over your desk! Maybe you misplaced it! Are you sure it was the blue folder?

- I’m positive!

- I don’t have to tell you how important those documents are, do I? And Max is coming in tomorrow because of those. He has to drive to the head offices...

I sigh. Damn! I am positive I put the damn documents on the freaking folder!

- I guess they will have to be printed again then... Jessie?

The last word had a childish tone, almost sing songed.

- Oh no! No, no, no!

- Pleaseeeee?

- I can’t!

- But you’re already there...

- Dude, you know I would if I could, but I have to pick up my little brat from swim class. And I am already late! And by the way, where the hell are you? You got out earlier today!

- Well, the only thing I can say is that, where I am standing, I can see a very naked man with a finger in his mouth, looking at me with an expression very similar to a sheep with a very serious stomach ache... – I say chuckling, as I see Jack jumping from the bed and trying to take the phone away from me.

I can hear her laughing on the other side, Jack setting his chin on my shoulder, arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

- Oh! You’re with Jack!

I laugh.

- Yes I’m with Jack.

- Say hi to Jessie for me! – He almost yells at my ear.

- No need to pass the message, I heard it! – She said chuckling.

- Yeah, you and half the block... – I grumble, my hand going to my ear.

I hear both chuckles and slowly bump my head against Jack’s.

- Well, it seems I will have to go there no?

- Sorry...!

- Nevermind girl. – I say, slapping Jack’s hand from my breast.

- See you tomorrow then!

- Yeah... Give Brian and Tony a kiss for me ok?

- Ok, bye.

I close the cell, sighing.

- Work calls right?

- Oh hun... I’m sorry!

- No prob! – He says, huggling me and kissing my shoulder.

- It will be fast. – I say, turning around to face him.

- I said no prob! I know things like this happen. – He says, smiling. – Just give me a call when you get home after.

- But I can get back here when I’m done...

- Hun, you don’t know how long it’s going to take... and you didn’t bring clothes to stay for the night. Do what you have to do, if you get it done soon, we will see, ok? We have the whole weekend ahead…

I hug him smiling.

- Sometimes I think I don’t deserve you... – I whisper against his ear.

- Hun, I recommend you getting dressed and out of here before I jump on you again! – He said, groaning but smiling.

I look at him and smile.

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Damn my luck! I left the car home today and took a cab.
My head hadn’t been good for driving, so I rather spend a little more money but not jeopardise me and other drivers.

Jack offered to drive me there, but I declined.

I called a cab to go to the office but it was taking its sweet time, so I head to a busier street, a block from Jack’s house, hoping to find one.

I am walking fast, clenching at my coat. It’s cold and looking up at the sky I see the starless cloudy sky menacing rain. I quicken my pace, not that the neighbourhood is bad, even at this time of night there are a lot of people walking around here. But even so, a woman walking alone at night... Better be safe then sorry right?

I’m almost there.
Just a little more and maybe I can find a cab...

Suddenly I feel a big hand encircling my arm and pulling me back, a hand over my mouth to keep my screams from being heard, the other arm going around my waist, my body slammed against a hard one.

I feel myself being pulled to a dark alley and I try to scream, bite the gloved hand over my mouth and struggle out of the tight lock of the embrace I’m being kept in.

Fear invades my mind and body. God I am being mugged!

The man shakes me, my legs going up and trying to kick him back. His grip tightens, squeezing the air out of my lungs, the arm going then around my neck and tightening again. The hand over my mouth and the one on my neck make it almost impossible to breathe.

I feel my eyes blurring, my hands going to the leather-clad arm around my neck and burying my nails in it.

It’s completely useless...

I feel him dragging me, and then a thumping noise, like he is leaning on a wall. I am feeling my capability to reason slowly escaping me, the lack of blood flow on my brain taking its toll on me, my eyes closing, and the only thought in my head was the realisation that I was being choked to death.

In this moment I feel the arm loosing a little bit and the hand on my mouth pulling away, my lungs desperately taking some air into them, my body shaking.

I assess the situation rapidly; if I hit him on the stomach with my elbow right now, maybe I can make my escape... The main street is right there, I can see the people walking, and I’m sure that if I make it there, he will probably run away.

But the thought never turned in to an action, the arm again goes around my waist; the hand sets over my mouth. I look at it wide eyed, feeling the soft silky fabric against my lips.

I try to move away from him; the panic in me impelling me to do so, but the arms tighten around my waist.

- Stay still!

I start shaking again.

The voice is breathlessly snarled, husky and angered, my panicked mind not able to cross-reference it with any I know.

His grip is too tight for me to escape it.
The pressure of the hand increases and my head is pushed back, nape of neck over his shoulder, my wide eyes looking up and seeing only blurry red... I feel a nose touching the skin of my neck, sniffing me. I gasp, blinking rapidly; the nose is as cold as the breath that grazes my skin. I see my own respiration in the air in front of me, but not his. The man’s chest starts heaving, and I hear a soft growl coming from him.

A growl...?

- You smell like sex...

If my eyes could get any wider they would. The hoarse voice I hear is familiar... How could I not have recognized it earlier?

Alucard.

My breathing is shaky and erratic. His scent... It’s strange what you notice when in situations like this... He smells like old leather, gunpowder and... Something else... Oh God... Blood!

I realise that there is no use in me trying to escape, or even scream, so I stay as immobile as I can; my body is still shaking mad from fear.

I feel his hand moving away from my mouth and going down, setting over my navel, the arm around my waist going up, his forearm nesting in between my breasts, hand encircling my neck, my stubborn body enjoying the rough touch.

- I can smell him on you...

I whimper when I feel a cool tongue sliding over my neck, the hand giving it a small squeeze.

- I can taste him on you. His sweat and yours intertwined... Disgusting!

The last word snarled angrily, his arms tightening, pressing my whole body against his, a gasp escaping my lips.

- Alucard... Please... – I whisper, fearfully.

- Silence! – He hisses at me, his lips over my ear. – Don’t you dare talk back at me woman!

I gulp, tears again flooding my eyes. I try to control my breathing but gasp, as I feel his hand going down my navel and his fingers curling, pressing themselves on me.

- You betrayed me. Punishment is in order.

- I didn’t...

I’m not able to continue. He squeezes my neck again, a roar in my mind.

- “SILENCE!”

I flinch at the sound, horrified, the animalistic roar scaring me to no end, the tears in my eyes rolling down my face.

- I warned you. You are mine... Only mine…

The hand on my neck comes down and rips my coat open. I see one of the buttons popping out, rolling and falling to the ground.

He turns around rapidly, slamming me against the wall. I bump my head and feel a sharp pain in my eyebrow, my cheek pressing on the moist surface as he presses himself against my body.

My vision is blurry, from the tears and from the pain. My breasts smashed on the wall, the coldness making my nipples respond. He presses his pelvis on me, his erection pressed on my backside, making my nipples harden even more, this time having nothing to do about the coldness of the wall…

- I should snap your neck right now... Rip it out of your lovely shoulders and drink from your torn neck. – His voice calm but strained.

I can only listen, crying in silence for I am afraid of provoking him and make him go ahead with his threats. I feel his hand squeezing between the wall and I, encircling my right breast, groping it harshly, painfully, my sobs making my chest shake, his fingers again pressing over my core.

- And then fuck your limp body on the floor, your decapitated head facing us, your lifeless eyes staring at me, the horror in them arousing me even more, making me thrust harder, feel your bones cracking under me...

His voice is shaky, breathed... excited.
I am crying fully now, my strain contained sobs filling the dark alley.

- You know that the eyes keep that expression, don’t you? The excruciating pain of death, the surprise and the horror marvellously written in them, even after death...

I just want him to stop...

- “Please... Stop... Oh God, save me...”

I hear him laughing inside my mind, his voice purred.

- “But that wouldn’t be fun, now would it?”

Again his scary laughter fills my head, but suddenly it stops. I feel that strange sensation, like the one I had the first time we were together. He is scanning my thoughts.

The hand on my core comes back and I feel his body moving away from me a little, although his torso didn’t leave my back. I feel him pushing my coat up, and my skirt in the process. He is breathing fast, his chest heaving against my back.

- Won’t you ask me if I missed you too? - He whispers hoarsely, his lips over my ear. I don’t have the courage to answer him.

- Is it because I am, as you so nicely put it, nothing?

I feel his fingers encircling the top of my pantyhose and pulling it down hard, ripping it. The cold air hits my exposed flesh, making goosebumps appear over it.
He put one of his legs between mine, pushing it, his foot kicking one of mine, and then the other, opening my legs. I would have fallen if I weren’t smashed between the wall and him.
His hand then goes between my legs, his fingers clawing at my underwear, encircling the fabric, the silky fabric of the glove rubbing my folds and making me moan.

- Nothing? – He hisses, making me shiver, his hand pulling and ripping my underwear, my breath trapped inside my chest.

Oh God…
I feel his hand going to his pants and I hear a ripping sound, followed by a throaty and enticing groan, his intentions now fully revealed to me, as I feel him again pressing his pelvis against my nude backside, his red coat surrounding us, almost touching the wall, his erection pulsing against my flesh.

I feel myself getting even more aroused as I feel him rubbing it against me, his hands setting over my navel and pushing me back, his hardened manhood sliding between my legs and over my folds.

Moan.

His lips are over the hair on nape of my neck, sending incontrollable shivers up and down my spine, as I hear him mumbling something I do not understand but that makes my walls contract in anticipation.

It’s almost like he is in prayer, a low angered husky prayer, making his chest rumble against my back.
His hands come up, in a hard caress pressing upwards, the fabric of my shirt going up, exposing my flesh, until his elbows are set on my hipbones, his hands groping my breasts harshly, a hard pant from him as he makes his erection rub my folds again, my hair blown away from the nape of my neck.
His tongue shoots out and licks the sensitive area, making me moan again.

Oh...
This is horrible...
How can I... enjoy this?
How can this be so... Damned arousing...?

I feel the tongue retreating and a soft, yet chilling chuckle coming from him.

- Tsk tsk draga mea... This is not supposed to be enjoyable...

I feel his elbows pressing on my hipbones, the pain making me bend a little, my hands set, palm spread, on the wall, my cheek scrapping over the wet surface, scratching it. I can feel the burn, which makes me hiss in pain.

I feel the slight cold sensation when air passes between his retreating pelvis and my backside, his lips setting on my ear, the panted voice making my legs weak.

- This is supposed to be...

One of his hands goes down and passes over my wet entrance, the glove wiping the fluids and then I feel his tip over my folds, pressing my entrance that contracts, his elbow again setting over my hipbone, the hand again squeezing my sore breast.

- Punishment!

A low snarled voice rips through my ear as his manhood does the same to me, entering harsh and painfully inside, scrapping my entrance that was not moist enough, due to his cleaning, my cheek again scrapped against the wall, the thrust making me go upward. I scream, but he muffles it by putting a hand over my mouth. The same one he used earlier; I can smell my own arousal in it.

- Can you smell it? The sweet scent of your arousal, filling your nostrils?

The other arm encircles my waist as he pushes back and thrusts again, the tears returning to my eyes, my arms shaking. He pushes me back, making me extend my arms, my hands sliding down the wall, my head tilting, almost dangling in between them, the tears falling to the ground.

- I can feel it too... Arousal fear and pain... Marvellous...

The husky voice in my head as he again enters, making my arms flex from the force of the thrust, my legs almost failing me, his arm around my waist hurting me, but being the only thing that keeps me up, a whimper escaping my lips.
I feel a tentacle encircling my neck, as his hand set in between my breasts, pulling me up, my back arched, my shoulder blades against his chest, my head tilted back over his shoulder.

- Ush Ush...

Whisper grazing my ear.

– We can’t make noise my beloved... People might hear us... and we don’t want that do we? – His tone like one of an accomplice, making my pained but still throbbing core pulse around his hardness.

Again a thrust and again a whimper. A choked whimper, because the tentacle around my neck tightens, cutting my air. My hands go to it, my mouth opening in search for air, my eyes blurring again. Another thrust.

- Quiet...

Hiss.

The tentacle loosens a little, the so longed air entering my lungs again. I pant a little, he retreats and again enters, my hands clamping over my mouth trying to muffle the scream about to come out.

- Good girl...

His long tongue comes over my scrapped and bleeding cheek, the soft purr returning as I feel it lapping, occasionally passing over my fingers, as I still try to attenuate my pain caused screams and whimpers.

It feels like every time he thrusts, a cold knife his being stabbed, the pain almost unbearable.

I can still feel the tentacle on my neck, tightening every time a scream comes.

Suddenly I feel my legs behind bent, pushed up by the ankle. I guess it’s the tentacles again, for my high boots don’t allow me to feel the wet coldness of them.
It’s like I’m kneeling, my legs spread, and his body between them.

His tongue is still licking me, now going to my eyebrow. I can feel a slight sting when it passes over my warm skin, and a louder groan comes from him.

The tongue starts lapping eagerly, the taste of my blood making him hold me tighter, a hand going inside my shirt and my brassiere, squeezing my breast. I feel the tentacle over my neck sliding over it, the tip going inside my shirt as well and licking the hardened darker flesh of the other.

His thrusts become faster, the tentacle over my neck letting me breathe freely, although I am making my best not to be too loud, afraid that the tentacle takes away my freedom again and maybe my life.

I can hear his groans and soft growls each time he enters, so different from my pained whimpers. Damn him...

I bite my lower lip, my swollen eyes squirming shut. I feel like I am going to faint... the pain reaching its peak at the same time the vampire did, with a long swift thrust and a loud growl of pure ecstasy, teasing me, making fun of my pain with his pleasure.

I inhale sharply and whimper, my whole body hurting, my teeth breaking the skin of my lips, my arms contracting and then falling at each side of me.

I feel what I think to be raindrops falling over my face.

It doesn’t matter... Nothing matters... I feel his still erratic breathing over my cheek, and I start crying again, my sobbing chest shaking.

I cry, maybe from relief, the pain is fading away slowly.

I feel my shaky legs slowly unbending, my feet setting on the ground, him leaving me, a shaky sigh between the sobs, the hand leaving my breast and setting on my waist for his other arm left it.
I lean against his hard and now unmovable chest, my legs still not able to support me on their own, the tentacle sliding over my chest, collarbone and then my neck, freeing me.

Or maybe I cry from anger, directed towards myself, because... even after this...

He turns me around to face him, but I can’t. I keep my head down. His hands are both over each side of my waist, keeping me up. It still hurts, but I am thankful for it; I would fall to the ground if he wasn’t holding me.

- Look at me.

I hear his voice, almost gentle.

- Look at me.

Still afraid that he would hurt me even more for not obeying I look up at him, my eyes hollow and swollen, red and still shedding tears, although the rain doesn’t let him see them.

My heart skips a beat when I look deep within his red ones, which look at me almost sympathetically.

Oh God... Why does he have to be so damned beautiful...?

His crimson eyes shine, the insanity still there, always there... The hat his gone, maybe it fell during all that happened. His wet unruly hair is as long as the time I saw him in the restaurant, some strands over his face.

He isn’t smirking nor grinning, but still I can see the fangs peeking from his lips, the raindrops that fall seemingly attracted by them; I see them roll down his face and concentrating there.

My hand comes up to his face, almost by its own accord, my fingertips taking the strands off his face. Such smooth and yet cold skin... Like beautifully polished marble.
I continue my discovery of his face, my fingertips going to his cheek and sliding down to his jaw line. I smile faintly, noticing he has what appear to be little dimples at each side of his face... From that grin of his perhaps...

My hand goes up, my index fingertip now passing over his lips. One fang... and then the other until it reach the other corner and then over the little dimple I noticed a while ago.

He stands still, letting me do this, maybe a treat after all that happened...

I don’t understand... Why can’t I just hate him?

After all the pain he inflicted...

How can I revel in this creature’s beauty?

How can I crave for the pleasurable touch of his hands, after those same hands caused so much pain?

How can I want him, the delight of him in me, after the same object of my cravings seemed to tear my insides?

I divert my eyes from his lips to his eyes and see him slightly frowning, his head tilting, his eyes shinning curiosity, as I feel the smooth caress of his mental probing inside my mind.

His frowning increased and then his eyebrows went up, almost imperceptibly, returning then to their natural place.

One of his hands leaves my waist and when it comes up, it’s holding his hat, which he puts on its rightful place.

- You need to go home now.

I frown slightly at his tone... It’s a strange angered tone.
I don’t understand...Why is he angered at me? If anyone here has reasons to be angered, that person is me!

I feel his other hand leaving my waist, both his arms at each side of his body.

- You’re angry? At me?

- Your punishment is over. Leave.

I clench my teeth together, the entranced state I fell on when I looked on his hypnotizing eyes fading, anger now filling me, making me forget the pain I still feel.

- Why are you angry with me? What did I do? Is it because of the sex still? Haven’t you got your way, like the coward you are? Raping me? Knowing you are far stronger then me?

I can hear a growl getting louder as I continue, almost screaming at him. Shit, it doesn’t matter now… He broke me! I can’t even recognize myself! I am tainted.

He is just standing there, looking at me, his fangs bared at me, his expression one of pure anger now, the rain falling over us getting stronger...

- I strongly advise you to keep your mouth closed milady… - He snarled, his teeth clenched. Lightning lights up the sky, making the vision of him even more terrifying. But my anger exceeds my fear.

- Why? Why should I? – I feel my chest contracted, my heart hurting more then my body. – Why should I shut up? Isn’t it true? Why are you doing this to me? What are you doing to me? You Monster!

I almost didn’t see him move, but feel his arms surrounding my waist, and pressing me against him. And again my body responds, even to his rough gesture, tears again coming up. I can’t believe this… Damned flesh… Damned carnal desire that makes me fall silent and enjoy, every time he comes near…

I start pummelling his chest the best I can, as I try to fight the feeling that is emerging in me...
Shameful desire.
My head shaking wildly, water splashing all over, every time my fists connect with his chest.

- Let me go… LET ME GO!!!

I continue pummelling, my sobs shaking my body, his hat falling to the ground.

- What did you do to me… What? Why… How do you make me feel like this…? Damned corpse…

My punches start fading, until my hands set on his chest, close to his shoulders, my eyes hurting.

- You monster… Bastard… Jackass… Why? You ask so much and give nothing in return... Nothing. Just pain... fear...

My forehead falls over his chest, my voice a whisper. His embrace tightens.

- Desire. Pleasure.

I look up at him, his voice smooth and low; my eyes again falling into the insane ruby orbs.

- What?

His arms leave my waist, sliding down. I feel him lowering himself a little, his big hands encircling my thighs from the inside, pulling my legs apart and upwards; coercing me to wrap them around his waist. My legs lock at the ankles, inside his coat, my arms automatically going around his neck for support. I feel the rubbing of him on my naked flesh as he gives a few steps forward, my body shuddering for I feel his manhood still erect brushing my skin. He stops, my back setting against the wall, his eyes never leaving mine.

- Desire and Pleasure. That is what I have to give you milady. And you enjoy it... Every minute of it...

I am about to open my mouth when he interrupts me.

- You are mine. My object, my territory, my property. And you love that! You revel in that, although your petty human mind keeps telling you it’s wrong.

- But... it is wrong...

Gasp.

I feel him moving his pelvis in circular motions, his hands sliding to my buttocks and helping him get the result he wants from the movement.

A long moan as his tip rubs my clitoris.
Oh Pleasure... Oh sweet pleasure...
The muscles of my womanhood contracting, my ever increasing arouse making my lips wetter, warmer.

- You want it, don’t you? – His husky voice close to my ear, his forehead set on the wall sideways, his nose over my temple, rain pouring down on us. Another lightning and thunder, responding for me, screaming for him.

I can’t help it... I do, I do, I DO! I want him in me, I want his body clinging to mine, I want to feel that marvellous chiselled chest smashing my nude breasts. I don’t want him to go away.

I don’t want him to leave me.

The rest... The rest doesn’t matter. Not now.

- Yes... – My almost whimpered answer to his question.

I tighten my embrace, the one my arms have around his neck and the one my legs have around his waist as I feel him moving and entering me, slowly now.

Yes...
Ohh yes...

I feel the hard coldness passing my folds and entering my eager walls, all the sore pain gone, almost like it carries a balm that quells the pain and replaces it with pleasure.

A long exhale coming from him, the soft breath accompanied by a little purr that almost makes me smile; I feel him quivering as he reaches the bottom, his whole length deep inside me, the purr turning into a moan.

- I want to feel your skin... Alucard... I...

He tilts his torso backwards, my arms sliding from his neck and going to his tie. I feel the tentacles again, spiralling around my thighs, holding me in place. My ankles unlock as his hands unbutton the rest of the few buttons of my shirt that managed to keep in place.

He snaps my brassiere open in the front, my swollen and begging breasts finally free; my nipples hardening even more from the cold air around us, rain falling and caressing them, my erratic moaned breathing filling the alley.

I see him ripping the rest of his shirt and vest, his chest now revealed to me, my eyes burning the skin with my desire filled glare, my hands going to it, palms spread.

I shiver, but not from its coldness...

The soft touch of the skin is marvellous, and feels warm when contrasted with the rain that still falls.

I feel the tentacles pushing me up a little and then down, his hands setting on my thighs close to my navel, as his hips go backward and he thrusts inside me, a groan escaping both our lips.

My eyes, which closed at the wonderful feeling of him again filling me, open, looking into his dark red ones. He smirks slightly as he thrusts again, my hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders, under his clothes, my nails burying on them.

His hands move up, passing over my breasts, his fingers not loosing the opportunity to pinch my nipples, gesture that elicits a groan from me, and then go down again, passing under my shirt to the small of my back.

His torso leans towards me again, one of my hands that were set on his shoulders coming out, the arm encircling his neck, the other sliding over the shoulder going further inside his coat, his hands still sliding down and setting on my backside that he gropes hard but still gentle.

I feel my breasts smashed against the smooth and hard muscled chest and I sigh at the delightful feeling of the touch of wet skin, I sigh at the feeling of his heaving chest pushing mine with each breath.
He sets his forehead on mine, and gives another thrust, this time harder, his mouth swiftly taking my moan inside it, his own moan inside mine.

And the sensual dance begins.
His thrusts hard, but nevertheless pleasurable.
His cold tongue licking mine at first slow but soon eagerly, our lips parting a little, but continuing, saliva and rain intertwined.

My walls squeezing him inside me and he pulsing back, his hands groping my backside still, the emptiness and then the fulfilment as he again enters me.

His front teeth catching my lower lip and sucking on it, my own teeth catching his and biting down, making him groan and give a particularly hard thrust, my breath caught in my chest and released with a soft animalistic growl, our mouths searching for each other again, no care, my lips bloodied from the occasional cuts on his fangs.

His breathing and purring increasing every time his tongue touches the blood, lapping over it, his pelvis ramming into mine, my back arching, my nails burying in his toned back, my fingers entangling in the dark ebony wet locks.

I feel like my back is about to snap, my muscles tense, my breathing fast, panted, his lips setting on my neck and sliding down my shoulder.

I feel his fangs rubbing the flesh as his mouth opens, his thrusts now incredibly, inhumanly fast, my peak coming closer with each one.

I know what he is about to do but I don’t care...

Gasp.

I feel the slight pain that delays my release, his fangs breaking my skin, his lips over the skin and sucking, and it feels... incredible... My eyes are blurry, my moans incontrollable, his purring now growls and moans, not a single remembrance of the pain.
I feel dazed, my body reaching critical point as I feel my muscles tensing up again.
The swoon of his feeding, his manhood ramming inside me, the sound of wet hitting flesh... Oh... Lord...

Lightning Thunder and Scream.

- ALUCARD!!!

I can hear his growl coming soon after.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Low shaky moan from him.

His lips leave my shoulder, his tongue passing over it, licking the rests of blood and, I think, closing the wound.

The hand on his hair caressing it, on the nape of his neck, lazily, my whole body relaxing. His head comes up and his lips again take mine, in a soft brushed kiss.

I look at him, my eyes half lidded and a smile on my face. My head feels so light...

He just smirks sensually, making me smile a little wider.
I feel him leaving me, a protesting whimper from me and a throaty chuckle from him.
His forehead sets on mine again, my fluttery eyes closing.

I feel so tired...

The tentacles lower my legs and retreat, making me shiver when they pass over my flesh. His arms again encircle my waist and pull me toward him, the arm inside his coat sliding out, the hand setting over his chest.

- See milady? Mine... You are mine to take when I wish.

- Yes... – My mind is still dazed, my legs weak.

- And I am welcomed in your home.

- Yes...

He nudged my forehead with his, slowly.

- Say it.

I sigh, my head falling to his shoulder, my arms going around his waist, my eyes still closed.

- You are welcomed in my home Alucard...

I fail to see the victorious grin on his lips and the glint in his eyes.

His hands go to his back and take my arms around his waist by the wrists, bringing them between us. My head comes up and I try to open my eyes. Looking at him, my eyes half lidded, I frown, seeing his thoughtful expression, like he is assessing the situation. His eyes then lock into mine and he smirks.

- You need some rest.

I remember the documents I need to print and am about to open my mouth, when he speaks.

- The documents are in place.

- You...

The same as Jack’s mother phone call. A way of getting me here.

Slicky bastard...

He puts my hands over his chest and closes his coat around us, one of his arms around my waist. My head slumps again on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of him so close to me. I nudge his neck and suddenly I feel weightless.

My head snaps back up, a little wobbly. I frown, looking around.
I’m home.
I look up at him.

- How...? – The slurred word comes out my mouth, but he silences me with a quick kiss.

- Ush. You need to rest.

I feel him putting me over the couch and I open my eyes, watching him kneeled in front of me and unzipping my boots. My eyes shut again, as I feel one boot off and then the other...

Damn... I am really tired...

I feel him lifting me in his arms, flesh touching flesh. I am... naked?
I open my eyes, strainfully... It’s getting harder and harder for me to stay awake.
The first thing I see is his naked chest and arm... No coat?
I look up at him.

- Alucard?

He looks down at me, his eyes shinning in the darkness of the hallway that leads to my bedroom. Those eyes...

- Yes Iubita mea?

- You have beautiful eyes... you know that...?

I feel his chest rumbling, a throaty chuckle coming from him.

He sets me on the bed, the sheets already pulled back. I give a little whimper when I feel his arms leaving me.
I don’t want him to go...

That is when I feel the bed coming down, moving sounds and then arms encircling my waist, pulling me and making me lay on my side.
I look at him surprised.

- You... Are you... staying...? – I stutter.

I feel the sheets coming up over us, although his hands didn’t leave me.

He kisses my lips again.

- You make too many unnecessary questions draga mea. Sleep.

I smile and scoot over to him, feeling his strange coldness against me. So nice...

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply taking in his scent. Sweet...

- You smell like paradise...

Those were the last words I said before I fell into a blissful content sleep.