Motivations & Delicious Payback

Kiara had everything set up for when Bill would return. She had a warming tray with an elegant pitcher of Royal Blend true blood, candles that lit the way from the stairs to her room, a bit of sweet incense burning to give the house a pleasant smell.

The hardest part was making her room look presentable. Bill had over a century to perfect the art of romantic surprises and she had but a few months collectively.

Her bed was illuminated with the gentle glow of candles, the sheets were dark silk with hints of red. She'd opened up the curtains of the canopy a bit, but they still encased the bed like a silk cocoon.

Then came making herself look good. Granted she knew what she would wear but that was only half of it. By the time she was done perfecting the look she'd added her favorite pair of stockings and a garter on her right thigh. She brought out her plush, faux fur coat. Something she only wore when she was back home in washington since it always kept her warm, now it served as more of a soft thing to lay on. She brushed her hair and then proceeded to dust some special "blood powder" on her body. A product of her company, it was special, rare blend of blood made powder into the vampiric version of honey dust. If this didn't drive Bill wild then nothing would.



She then laid on her bed, the coat open to expose her lingerie and lace clad body, her stereo playing soft classical music as she waited for Bill to return and perhaps pick his jaw off the floor the moment he saw her.

Bill felt more at ease after his talk with Jessica, now that they had managed to sort things out between them and build the burnt bridges between them. He had felt a weight lifted from his shoulders and he Jessica had begun their journey to becoming what they once were. As he had promised he returned to Kiara's home, he opened the front door, his hand covered with the pocket of his jacket avoiding the silver on the door that she had installed. Opening the door he caught the strong sweet scent of burning incense and the room lit with burning candles. Smirking to himself, he followed the candles that lit the staircase, ascending the stairs, slowly peeling himself of his jacket and dropping it to the floor as he turned into the corridor that led too her room. Now standing/leaning against the door that opened into her bedroom. His eyes gawked open as he admired her laid on the bed, black lace lingerie on her figure hugging frame, an animal fur coat draped across her shoulder.

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I never saw true beauty till this night"

He remained against the door, his arms folded across his chest, fighting his animalistic urges.

Kiara clutched the coat to her body. She was a bit lost in her own world, smiling and just overall curling up with the coat. She'd forgotten how warm it made her feel.

A voice interrupted her mussing and made her lift her head. Sure enough, through the silk fabric of her canopy she could make out the figure that was Bill. He seemed to hesitate and she wondered if she'd gone a bit overboard, or if the talk with Jessica had turned sour. "Bill?" she asked softly, reaching up and parting the silk curtain so she could see him properly. "How...did it go?" she asked tentatively, glad that at least she'd warmed up some royal for him so at least he could calm down IF thing had gone bad.

"How did it go? *quoting her words* "It-It went very well..No fights, no arguments, Everything is as it should be" he smirked as he strode across the room, his eyes locked onto her's and sat down on the edge of her bed, the candles flickering in his eyes.

It was then he noticed up close to what Kiara was wearing, his eyes full of lust, his body reacting in ways he never thought possible.

"I see that you went with the black sweetheart" his hand reaching up to cup her cheek.

She smiled. The initial tension from assuming things had gone sour vanished when he said that there hadn't been any fights or arguments.

She then leaned into his touch, rubbing her cheek against his hand. "Well...you've mentioned that I look good in black" she said in the most innocent tone possible. With her legs tucked to one side, her hair draped loosely around her shoulders and the fur coat wrapped a bit on her hips she looked more innocent than vixen.

He smirked as his finger traced circles on her skin above her chest and tracing along to the strap on her shoulder, and hooking his finger and dragging it down her shoulder and leaning down to kiss where the strap had been. He decided against letting his fangs show tonight, he would not push Kiara any further than she would allow him to go. He caught the scent of something on her skin, letting his tongue lap up the taste.

"That taste?" but not letting his lips leave her skin.

She shivered a bit and smiled. "Blood powder... a product my company makes for... discerning vampires such as yourself." she whispered, feeling him use his tongue to trace along her shoulder.

She slowly leaned back until she was propped up on her elbows, the bodice held with the other strap, but the now strap that hung by her forearm leaving the fabric loose and exposing more of her bare bosom.

Watching as she leaned back onto her arms, he shifted their bodies so that she still remained propped up on her arms, but on her back. He had settled himself so that he hoovered above her, his arms supporting his weight, his lips still tracing along her skin.

"Blood powder" he groaned out, the taste was driving him wild with ecstasy.

She nodded. She wouldn't tell him it was made with rare blood, usually fae and sprinkled with a bit of sweet substances to give it a light sweet taste.

His lips kept tasting her skin, clearly he was enjoying the new taste of her skin with the powder on it. She reached up with her arm, touching his, stroking the muscles that propped up and held his weight. "is it...too much?" she asked softly.

"Its's just right" he whispered as his lips found her's his tongue massaging her's. Lowering his body down to rest onto her's, his hand drifting to her waist and hitching her leg with his hand behind her knee. His body grinding into her core and he could feel his hand member throb against his black pants, feeling the need to be close.

She nodded again before he kissed her. She moaned softly, feeling him lift her leg, his hips grinding up against hers, his hard member rubbing up through the clothing. She wrapped her arms around him, tugging as his shirt as if offended by it.

Just feeling him this close drove her crazy, and she couldn't even believe she'd be able to be this intimate after what Victor had done to her but it felt strangely right. "mmmm...Bill..." she murmured against his lips.

Bill could feel his throbbing member pulse against his clothes and the searing warmth of her skin against his cool skin. A groan escaping his lips, he could feel her tugging at his shirt, be-grudgingly be leaned back on his knees to free himself as he peeled of his shirt and tossed it onto the floor in a heap. Smirking at her as his name cradled from her lips as he leaned back down to her inner thigh, his cooling kisses trailing a line to her hot core, her heat pulsating against his skin.

She bit her lower lip when he removed his shirt. He even made that action seem sexy. A blush crept up her cheeks when he began to kiss her inner thigh. "Bill..." she whispered breathlessly, laying down completely on the bed. Still clothed yet now secretly regretting having clothes on, she squirmed a bit, her muscles tensing under his lips.

Bill continued to let kiss cool lips trace her inner thigh as his hand drifted towards her waist to pull her closer down her bed, the silk sheets crumpled together as his other free hand gripped the sheets. Not knowing how far that Kiara wanted to take this, he decided to keep his last piece of clothing on. Raising his body, his tongue trailing along her stomach towards her neck.

She let out a delightful shudder, running her fingers across his bare back. She felt her pulse jump up, her body clenching in desire. "Bill..." she looked at him, her mouth parted slightly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hooded.

She didn't know what to say, or if she should say anything. Just having him around was a sweet torture she wasn't sure she could endure. Surely he must feel the same way, judging by the hard bulge in his pants yet he seemed to want to take it slow. Was it for her benefit or his? "Bill I...." again words failed her. She wanted him, even pushing aside that irrational part of her that held unto the fears Victor had inflicted on her. She had to get pass it, to find comfort in someone and Bill had already proven his affections for her were real.

Still unsure of himself and how far to take this, he lifted his lips from his warm skin, glaring into her eyes.

"Are you sure?" he whisper to her, there eyes now level and he played with a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

She nodded. "I trust you" she whispered, leaning back on the bed, even tilting her head so a large portion of her neck was exposed. Still clothed she looked oddly vulnerable clad in black but the desire she felt was real and she even rubbed her legs together to try and stem the fire he'd started inside her.

"I trust you" she whispered as she bared her neck to him, debating with himself if he was comfortable in himself to go that far, he had been neglecting himself of fresh blood from the vein. Fighting with himself, but loosing the inner battle with his urges, he fangs dropped, fighting to keep them hidden as them poked below his lip, his eyes baring with hunger and lust.

She reached up with her hand and gently cupped his cheek. "It's ok Bill... rather do it now when we're both in control...then later when one of us snaps" she whispered, giving him a small, but encouraging smile.

Fighting with his instincts, but with an encouraging smiled from her, he lowered his fangs to graze along her neck, almost as though he was counting to 3 to control himself. His fangs stopped just above a vein throbbing under her skin on her neck. He slowly slid his fangs into her neck, his throbbing member pulsating against his pants, he could feel a gasp pass her lips as he let the first mouth full of her blood glide down his throat.

She gasped. For a split, and terrifying second she found herself at Victor's mercy, but then instead of the usual agony that came with her tormentor instead she found a strange warmth begin to seep into her from the bite. She could feel him suck on her blood. One....two....three good pulls of it. His tongue seemed to encourage her body to give him more and that spot on her neck felt like it was on fire.

The fire spread lower down her body until her silence turned into soft moans of pleasure.

The intoxicating taste of her blood only urged him more to take another large mouthful of blood, as he forced himself to withdraw his fangs softly from his neck, his tongue lapping up any remnants of her blood around his mouth, but savoring the taste of her blood, the taste of honey and strawberries. Licking his lips as he stared into her eyes, with a severe hunger and a burning lust. He attacked her lips with his own, some how managing to dishevel himself of his last piece of clothing that dropped onto the floor at the bottom of the bed.

She moaned into his mouth. It was a strange, yet empowering sensation to know her blood was inside him now. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling him bare against her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her body still clad in black fabric.

He attacked her mouth like he was starving for more and the slight coppery taste to his mouth wasn't a deterrent. She pulled her lips back, solely to bring some much needed oxygen to her lungs. "Oh...Bill..." she whispered, wiggling beneath him.

Bill continued to assault her lips whilst his hips had their own mind, working in a rhythmic motion of its own. Pressing firmly against her hot core, with himself all but bare, with the fabric that covered her body acting as a shield. With a swift motion he curled his finger into one of the pieces of fabric and with a ripping sound heard, he tore it from her body. Exposing her bare flesh as his ripped the remaining material from her body and scrunched it and tossed it to the floor.

"I will replace that" he whisper as he shifted their bodies so that he hoovered above her, her now bare body laid beneath him...Waiting.

A tear here, a tear there and she was suddenly naked except for the stockings on her legs. She looked up at him, her neck bearing his bite, her lips swollen from his hungry kisses. What had been a fire in her core was now a furnace that begged to be sated.

She grinned at his comment. "mmm... I'm sure..you will" she whispered, shifting her hips so she could feel his hard member brush up against her core, eliciting a low, throaty moan and an arch of her back.