borgiafatale

Eric

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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"Are you going to return the favor?" Eric asked against her ear, and nippled at it with blunt teeth before leaning back to grab the back of his tank top collar and pull it over his head. He could in fact be very cooperative - especially when it came to sex.

Lucrezia wet her lips as she watched him. And... yes, as good as she had expected. Damn.

"You've already seen most everything," Lucrezia pointed out, but she did slip off the table, standing so close to him now that she got up close and personal with his bare chest. But since he'd already unzipped the dress, she let it fall so that she could step out of it, leaving her in only the bra.

The bra, and the matching red heels. She was a true beauty, all pale, creamy skin and gentle curves. He smiled at the sight of her, even as he stepped back to pull off his boots and shoes, keeping perfect balance on one foot, then the next, and never looking away from her. Then he opened his pants and pushed them down, stepping out of them, absolutely shameless in nudity.

And he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. Lucrezia's eyes flicked over his body, down, back up.

She reached out and spread her hands on his chest, making a small sound of pleasure.

Eric's cool hands traveled up the sides of her ass to her waist, sliding to the small of her back, fingers finding the dip of her spine and riding it up until they reached the clasp of her bra. His eyes had not looked away from hers as he opened the clasp, and slid his hands up to her shoulders to push the straps down, every move a caress.

Once her breasts were bare, she pressed herself against him. She played with the hair at the back of his neck with her fingers. Felt his erection pressing against her. Even with her in heels, he was so tall. She pressed her mouth to his chest, then licked his cool skin.

He hunched his shoulders so his lips could skim along her shoulder, towards her neck, hands stroking down her arms. "Will you let me bite you again, Lucrezia?"

Lucrezia shuddered.

"Will it turn you on?" she murmured.

"It's the perfect complement to sex," Eric replied, straightening his head. The answer meant both yes and so much more than that.

"So you're saying it will turn me on too," Lucrezia murmured.

Though the memory that this was not just sex, but also wrapped up in the fact that he was a vampire...

She looked up at him. "If you're..." She wasn't sure whether to say 'dead' or 'not human' or something else entirely. She also wasn't entirely certain how to ask this. "Can you carry disease? Do you use protection with sex?"

Eric shrugged one shoulder slightly at her first words, to let her know that she would know that better than him. It depended on people, after all, and he was speaking for himself.

"Never," he confirmed with an amused smile, and a shake of his head. "There'd be no point."

"And... I suppose it would seem ridiculous of me to not trust you on that, when I'm trusting you not to kill me when you drink my blood," Lucrezia pointed out sensibly, even as she slid her hands over his chest... then lower, creeping towards his groin.

"Lying to you about this wouldn't be in my interest," Eric answered, large hands traveling gently up and down his arms. "No more than killing you. You don't have to trust that." She didn't have to, because she would know it to be true, if she thought about it. He had dealings with her brother, and no intention of making an enemy of him.

Lucrezia did see the logic in that. And it was really hard to care much about risk assessment in this moment anyway.

"Good," she breathed. "Because I want you to fuck me."

"Good," he echoed, his voice dark as sin and the perfect echo of his smile. "I really want to fuck you." He kissed her again then, backing her up against the desk so she would sit back on it.

Lucrezia's heart was pounding now. She could practically hear it. She slid onto the desk... and opened her legs for him.

One of Eric's hands was on his cock, helping steer him inside her seamlessly, so that she'd barely spread her legs that he was pushing in, breaking the kiss to let her breathe against his lips. A steady, even push, until he was fully sheathed inside her, a hand on her nape, fingers lost in her hair, keeping her against him, the other one sliding to her lovely ass.

Lucrezia's head fell back a bit. "Oh god..." God how she'd needed this. She hadn't even realized how much. She straightened and pressed herself close to him, slid her arms around his neck, fingers of one hand going up into his hair.

Eric set up a steady rhythm, his hand on her ass stopping her from sliding on the smooth surface of the desk with each thrust of his hips into her. He held his gaze for a little while, then dipped his head to kiss and nip at her neck, keeping his fangs in for now.

As soon as he started fucking her in earnest, Lucrezia was enjoying the hell out of it. It all felt so. Good. And she just wanted even more. She gasped and moaned and dug her nails into the top of his back. And tilted her head to give him better access to her neck.

Eric finally clicked his fangs out, still thrusting into her steadily as he ran them lightly across the soft skin of her neck. If she was going to change her mind, it was now or never, the gesture said.

Oh, god. Oh god oh god oh god.

"Do it," she gasped.

Eric waited for a few more of her heartbeats, his thrusts timed to them, and then bit in, fangs sliding in, blood flowing into his mouth. He drank happily, relishing in the taste of warm, human blood - her warm, human blood - even as he drove into her, again and again. But he stopped before long, not anywhere near risking taking too much, and then only focused on fucking her, strong and hard, blood on his lips and running down her shoulder where the wound still seeped.

It didn't hurt, in the moment - in fact, Lucrezia found she rather liked it. It went along with the passion and the intensity of the fucking, and she loved how it made her feel, knowing how much he liked it. And when he started fucking her even harder she cried out in frustration, digging her nails into the back of his neck.

"Something you want?" Eric asked against her ear, fucking her relentlessly.

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