Eric

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia did not take Eric's advice and leave her silver at home. But she did have the silver knife inside her purse with absolutely no intention of bringing it out unless it was a matter of life and death. After talking to Michael (and then, inevitably, Cesare, because Michael simply couldn't keep anything from her brother), she was even more wary of the idea of vampires than she'd been before. Her brother had also very intentionally not warned her away from them, and she was smart enough to know that he probably saw how she might be useful. And that didn't bother her. She was a Borgia, after all. And she had a lot of anger and unrest at the moment. Best to distract herself. And finding out more about vampires seemed like an awfully good distraction. As did finding out more about her brother's connection to vampires, which he hadn't exactly been forthcoming about.

So she went back to the Blood Diamond one night. Alone, this time. It was a warm night, one of the first in a while, and so she was wearing a white fluttery dress spotted with red cherry blossoms, and red heels. She wondered if there was something she should or should not wear to look more or less like a snack. She had no idea. Would a tight black leather dress have been better or worse?

She garnered a few looks as she walked in, going to the bar. She ordered an old fashioned, and looked up to the balcony, wondering if she would see Eric. She supposed she could ask for him, though she wanted to look around a bit first.

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[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia only looked him in the eyes now, after she'd made up her mind. There was no point in lying to herself. This was part of why she'd come here.

"Yes," she said again.

[thenorthman]

It was a much better yes on all levels, in part because she owned it in a way she had not the last one. Eric's lips ticked up into another slight, there and gone as he leaned in to kiss her, hand still on her jaw, thumb still on her throat, resting over her trachea without putting any pressure there. He kissed like he wantedto devour her, though, and he did, in every way possible.

He leaned back after a while, enough to look her in the eye again, his hand still in the same place. "Does that answer your question?"

[borgiafatale]

That was a good kiss. A very, very good kiss. She looked slightly dazed. It had been some time since she'd been kissed like that.

"Can we go somewhere else?" she asked, because this was reckless, here where people might have seen that kiss. The married Borgia girl, kissing someone not her husband.

[thenorthman]

That look in her eyes, like he'd glamoured her with nothing but a kiss, that was worth every glamour he might ever pull. At her question, he pulled his hand back, stood, and held his hand out to her. "My office?"

He would not mind having her in a bed at all, no. But right now, he wanted to see whether the prospect of nothing better than an office would suit the Borgia daughter.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia slid her hands into his. She was a bit breathless from the kiss still. "As much as I'd love for you to take me to wherever you live, I don't know that I want to wait that long," she said. "Please tell me you at least have a nice couch, though..."

[thenorthman]

"I do," Eric confirmed, and tugged her closer, his free hand sliding around her waist, to the small of her back. He brought her in against him and ducked his head, so he could speak into her ear, his voice low and promising. "But don't you like the picture of you sitting on my desk, dress pushed up, legs wrapped around my shoulders as I eat you out?"

He was pretty fucking fond of that picture himself.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia's pulse sped up to the point she feared every vampire in the club could hear it.

"... yes," she said. "Yes, I like that picture very much."

She slid a hand onto his thigh, sliding higher, close to his groin.

[thenorthman]

If she had been anyone else, Eric would have suggested fucking her bent over the railing right then. But she was Lucrezia Borgia, and so before her hand got anywhere truly interesting, he told her, "Office is downstairs," and moved, drawing her along with him.

He did look very satisfied, but who wouldn't be, when they were about to fuck such a lovely woman.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia stayed close to him as he led her along through the club.

God she wanted this. She needed this. She wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was a vampire, wasn't thinking about when he'd bitten her. She just wanted him, and whatever came with it she could handle.

[thenorthman]

Eric led them into the back, and to one of the doors in the hallway, into his office. He closed the door, then was kissing her again, unrestrained in his passion. He bunched up her dress skirt in his hands so he could get to her thighs, then picked her up easily, fitting her legs around his waist and heading for his desk. He had every intention of bringing that picture to very vivid life.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia gasped when he lifted her up. He was so strong, so sure of himself, so... every single thing that Allan was not.

She was glad she was wearing nice underthings. Lacy. Red.

[thenorthman]

Eric set her on the edge of the desk, shifting his laptop to the side, and most of everything else to the floor, so she could have whatever room she liked. His mouth had moved to her neck, kissing and biting, with no hint of fang, as one of his hands found her breast, thumb swiping over her nipple through her dress. "Do I want you?" he asked against her ear, the question he had never really answered, and then his mouth was moving down her throat.

[borgiafatale]

"Yes..." gasped Lucrezia. "Yes, you want me." She spread her legs.

[thenorthman]

Eric's hand moved from her breast to between her legs, rubbing against her panties for a couple of seconds before tugging them to the side and finding her just as wet as her smell had let on. "And do you want me," he added, straightening up and pulling his hand back to bring his wet fingertips to her lips.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia sucked the finger into her mouth, tasting herself - and loving it because she could see how much it turned him on. Truth be told, she'd probably been wet since the moment he kissed her.

"Oh yes," she whispered. "Can't you taste it?"

[thenorthman]

"In a minute," Eric assured her with a wolfish smile, hands looking for the zip on her dress until he found it on its side, and lowered it. There were many parts of her he wanted to taste, and his next stop, right now, was her breasts. Dress opened, he tugged the straps down enough that he could expose her bra. Both of his hands moved to knead her breasts as he took his fill from her mouth again, thumbs finding her nipples through the lace of her bra, teasing them slowly but surely into a peak.

[borgiafatale]

He was so in control that Lucrezia felt a bit as if she was along for the ride. But she slipped one arm over his shoulder, sliding her hand up his neck and into his hair, tugging a little as she moaned into the kiss.

[thenorthman]

Far from discouraging it, Eric was all for her participation in this, biting softly on her lower lip in approval. His mouth resumed its downward descent, from mouth to jaw, then neck and throat. He tugged one of her bra cups down enough that he could close his mouth over her nipple, slightly too cool tongue toying with her nipple, seeking every noise he might pull out of her.

[borgiafatale]

And she did indeed make sounds. Little whimpers, little gasps. Lucrezia had always been responsive... when someone knew what they were doing, at least. And as she wanted more and more, the whimpers became more like soft pleas.

[thenorthman]

And she didn't have to ask; this wasn't about that. Eric straightened up again to kiss her, sliding his hands under her skirt to find the waistband of her panties, by her hips. "Lift up," he told her against her lips, and pulled her underwear down as soon as she did. His knees hit the floor, one, then the other, and he pulled her skirt up and out of the way, looking at her pussy with a smile. Then he leaned in and gave it a slow, pointed lick, from cunt to clit, a tease more than anything else, or more accurately, a promise for a lot more.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia inhaled sharply. Oh god. "Eric..." she moaned softly, looking down at him and almost feeling dizzy with arousal.

[thenorthman]

Eric did not bother answering her with any words. She was delightfully wet for him and he settled to the task with determination. Eating someone out was not difficult; find out what they like and repeat until they lose their mind. His licks became flatter, with a swirl of his tongue as he reached her clit for extra stimulation, and he did not let up, letting her responses dictate what his mouth was going to do to her. He alternated different techniques, but only used his mouth for now, wanting to hold off on adding his fingers until he could feel her trembling with the need for release.

[borgiafatale]

Lucrezia thought how much better a 30 year old was than a 20 year old at this... more practice... and found herself both unsurprised and positively thrilled about how amazing this was. Not to mention that it had been a while since she'd experienced it.

If she'd been making sounds before, now she was really going, little gasps and whimpers as his tongue worked at her. She'd been so aroused that it seemed to take no time at all until she found herself close. Just a little more...

[thenorthman]

Eric did not deviate from his goal. He gave her as much as he could, wanted her overwhelmed with a first orgasm, and when he felt her close, he pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them to find that less smooth patch that would hopefully have her keen with pleasure.

[borgiafatale]

She did, oh she did. A sharp cry escaped her, and then a series of gasping breaths as she came. It was pleasure like she hadn't felt in what felt like ages, and her hands at her side curled into the desk and gripped it so hard she very much hoped her nails did not score the wood.