Untitled Part 5

                                    

                                          
Oliver held Felicity on his lap, their faces so close that their breaths were almost one. She felt intense heat where his hands were touching her back and her face flushed with excitement. She could feel Oliver's deep purring through her skin and when she shifted on his lap she felt just how aroused he truly was.
                          
He moved his hand up to the side of her face and slid his fingers into her hair as his golden eyes slowly traveled over her face and down her chest before he looked back up at her. He placed his other hand at the small of her back and suddenly pulled her hips flush to his. That move took her by surprise and she gasped, her head falling back slightly.
                          
Oliver saw the creamy white skin of her neck exposed and he could not help himself. Maybe he was testing her, but he slid his nose along her neck and let his teeth scrape the sensitive skin there. Their bodies were pressed chest to chest and Oliver felt her whimper at the feel of his teeth against her.
                          
All Felicity could think of was the dream she has where she craved him biting her and she finally placed her hands on his shoulders and held on as he bent her back ever so slightly, exposing her neck even more to his assault of her mind and her senses.
                          
He pushed her hair back over her shoulder and his purr grew stronger. The way they were sitting was intimate and sensual and feeling his strong muscles beneath her hands she found she wanted to explore more of him. She slid her hands down to his shirt and he watched her with quiet intensity, his canines barely showing through his parted lips, as she started to unbutton his shirt. She pushed his shirt to the side and her eyes caressed his chiseled chest.
                          
He had her under his spell and she leaned down and kissed his chest, her hair brushing along his skin leaving fire in its wake. Oliver's head fell back, his fangs fully exposed. The feel of her lips on his skin was making him hungry. He had not fed in over a day and a half and the call to feed on her was strong. She licked and kissed his chest and when she bit him just over his right pec, his hand tightened in her hair. He pulled her head back, removing her lips from his skin and the movement caused her neck to become open and vulnerable to him again.
                          
"Oliver, please......" It was a desperate whisper, an aroused whisper and that combined with the way she was starting to move her hips was fucking torture.
                          
"Please what Felicity?" He said the words with a sensual edge.
                          
"I......I know you need to feed......" She stopped, unsure if she could say the words. Her body wanted it so bad it was making her physically ache, but her mind was resisting.
                          
Oliver wanted to, god he wanted to latch onto her neck and suck her essence until she was screaming on top of him from her release. But something was holding him back. He pressed his hips up into her as his body demanded to be joined with its mate. His body was aching to be buried deep inside of her, but he wanted her willing. Yes, she was willing now, but he had just killed four men that morning. He did not want that sitting in the back of her mind when she looked at him.
                          
Oliver closed his eyes and called on his self-control. He pulled back and looked at her and he immediately was wishing he had not. Her eyes were half closed, her pupils dilated with lust, her lips slightly parted and her breath panting. He could smell her arousal and it called to him like a siren.
                          
"Feed on me Oliver."
                          
God, she had said the words. She was begging him. He felt her tremble and he knew she was vulnerable. He pulled back and kissed her lips instead. His fingers loosened in her hair and he gently cradled her head. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead to hers.
                          
"Not yet. But soon."
                          
Felicity pulled back and looked at him in surprise. She had made herself completely vulnerable to him and she felt like he was rejecting her. Maybe he did not want her in that way. Maybe she had mis-read their connection.