sookiestackhouserp:

She licked into his mouth, hand sliding up his back, and purred. “Let’s get into bed,” she suggested softly.

Smirking against her bruised lips, he held her petite frame close to his as he swooped her up into his arms; carrying her bridal style. “Your wish is my command, my lover.” He cooed through parted lips and sped to her bedroom. Walking towards the center of the room, his knees knocked against the mattress as he settled her sweat glistened body onto the bed. Him crawling onto and hovering over her. “I missed this..I missed you.” His voice was soft and anything but thee Eric Northman like.

sookiestackhouserp:

immortal-viking-king-northman:

The noises she was emitting, they where fuel to the fire. She was on the cusp of exceeding her pleasure level. His hips never ceased their actions as her gift of life, her blood swam in his mouth; gliding feverishly down the back of his throat. Against the freshly made wound, his mouth parted out a low husk groan as her walls clenched around his cock as he thrusted. One. Two. One more and he was finished. “Sookie..” His words hoarse mixed with a feral growl ripping in his throat. “So good.” He cooed as he pulled her body on top of his as he remained inside her as her orgasm subsided.

She let out a noise at the growl and lay her head on his shoulder as he flipped them, panting and trembling in aftershock and she rode the waves of her orgasm like a paper adrift on wind. Finally, it started to ebb and her breathing started to regulate and she hummed softly, feeling some of her blood run down her neck. Pulling back, she licked the taste of her blood from his mouth.

“I love you, Eric.”

The crimson sacred liquid that ran with life, her blood coated his lips until her gentle muscle of her mouth swiped along his. His eyes glued to her face as his cold body held her in place. His length still nestled in between her heated warmth. Home. He was home. His eyes scanned over her neck. He contemplated healing her but she was his. She was marked. 

“Sookie..I love you as well.” Leaning in, he kissed her lips, sweetly with all the love he had backing it up.

thesuperserious:

ALexander Skarsgard By Andrew Macpherson

sookiestackhouserp:

immortal-viking-king-northman:

sookiestackhouserp:

She gasped sharply at the flip and then groaned softly, body arching to his, and hitched her legs around his waist, hands curling in his grip. “Yes…do it, Eric, please,” she breathed, biting her bottom lip.

There was a sharp intake of breath, a slight tingle in the nerves of his fangs as they inspected and searched for the perfect vein to devour. “So beautiful..” He moved inside her at a fast pace as his lips pressed to her skin in a suction before he bit down. Blood pooling inside his mouth; his throat and taste buds savoring each taste of her. Her light was filling him as he drank.

She let out a sharp, throaty sound and clawed down his back, arching, letting him take whatever he needed from her. “Eric…” He was polished marble against her body, smooth and pale and gorgeous, the moon in her arms. “E-Eric…gonna,” was all she got out before her body fragmented around his and she arched violently, coming in a string of cries, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

The noises she was emitting, they where fuel to the fire. She was on the cusp of exceeding her pleasure level. His hips never ceased their actions as her gift of life, her blood swam in his mouth; gliding feverishly down the back of his throat. Against the freshly made wound, his mouth parted out a low husk groan as her walls clenched around his cock as he thrusted. One. Two. One more and he was finished. “Sookie..” His words hoarse mixed with a feral growl ripping in his throat. “So good.” He cooed as he pulled her body on top of his as he remained inside her as her orgasm subsided.

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sunshineinadress:

immortal-viking-king-northman:

The tattered fabric of the couch scratched along his cold skin, tickling almost. His body was on fire minus the slim detail that as a vampire no warmth could be mustered but it was her. It was her doing. The word she spoke rang in his mind on reply. She was giving herself over to him. She offered herself to him. Completely. The memories coming back. The kisses, the touches, the way his name parted from her lips. All coming back to him, lingering in his mind. He inhaled sharply in reaction to her meshing lips. His gums aching but he always knew restrain.  Her warm little mouth pressed softly against his mouth that was the home to the harsh razors of his canines. The mouth that no human had ever dared. The presumption. The terrible risk. The intimacy of such an act. And they would have been right to avoid it; Eric would have gutted even the sexiest fang banger for such an infraction. Vampire fangs are not toys for human pleasure. But Sookie dared. Sookie always presumed. Her body rested under him safe and securely.  No resistance. She wanted him and he would give into her. Gladly. They both had it waited long enough before that night to remember each other. Each touch and trickle. Now it was time to collect. He fisted both hands on either side of her dress hem, gathering it up, then tearing it right down the middle. At the sound, he pressed to get a reaction. Lifting his lips from hers, a smirk melted perfectly to his worked lips. “Hope that wasn’t your favorite dress.”

Sookie hadn’t realized before, just how much she missed this. The feel of his lips against her own, the way his strong hands moved against her body. The way his body could feel so warm pressed against his own, even as a vampire and she knew it wasn’t his temperature that made him that way to her. It was what ever connection they shared, the way he ignited her body with a simple touch of his own. Sookie gave a little gasp as he ripped her dress, watching the way his smirk formed on his gorgeous features. “It was, but you can replace it.” She countered in a teasing little tone to her words as her fingers trailed along the skin that was exposed to her. As if remapping every inch that she had explored before, tip of her tongue playing against her lips as her eyes locked into his own with that smile on her features. Sliding her hands back up to his neck she pulled him in, tracing kisses along his jawline; no more words leaving her lips as they pressed to his skin.

Her reaction was wanted and he almost enjoyed the way her throat let the gasp shoot from her lips. An eyebrow shot up but he retorted smoothly to her claim. “I’ll buy you every dress in Louisiana,” He informed her sternly. “You’ll need them, I’m going to tear every one of them from your body.” The thickness of his words seemed harsh but he was determined. He was to make his words true. The tear was completed at the neckline and fell open on either side of her. Her beautiful, golden skin welcomed him under it, her pink pantie set doing frightening things to his self-control.  ”Never wear anything you value in front of me again.” Words dark and lustful. His teeth gritting as her warm touch was remembered along his skin. Missed. His neck arched slightly; the contact driving him in for a full blown need.  Not a second passed before Eric moved in a blur, her bra and panties mere shreds lost somewhere in the depths of the couch. Now his turn. “Remove them.” He ordered but not harshly this time. Gripping her wrists, he slid them now his thighs as he was settled between her spread legs. Her arousal climbing through his nostrils. He needed her. And now.