Stockholm Syndrome

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Adrian gaped at her, listening to her girly whines as his eyes drooped down halfway, his head felt like flying to the effects of the alcohol kicking in. "You are pathetic." he concluded quietly, shaking his head. Why was he even listening to this? If he were just anymore sane, he'd never. But they were, sulking and complaining about their miseries. Funny how the world works at times."

"You... You don't see me fucking stripping, just to be wanted." he pointed out to her, rolling his eyes. "To be wanted, is just a temporary... Psychological satisfaction. To sell yourself that way, doesn't gain you the kind of 'want' you want. Because... You only get it when you put on a show."

It was indeed stupid, so that's why strippers and dancers do their job. The feeling of being wanted, lusted, gave them self-esteem. Sure, it felt good -- they feel sexy, they were sexy, but lust was just... lust. "Maybe you don't love him then," he said after a moment, taking another shot of the vodka, swallowing it's bitter and flaming sensations down his throat, "Because, if you did. You won't look at anyone else -- even the slightest."

But the he knew she wouldn't get what he was trying to point out.

This was probably the alcohol driving him, or his head was just messed. He turned towards her, his face -- basically his whole body was turned towards her, "Kiss me." he said bluntly, looking her in the eyes, "Just do it, let's check how much he means to you. You can stop or refuse if feel uncomfortable, or if you're not feeling it."

In his head, a small grain of sanity sat at the back of his head and asked him: What the hell are you doing? In all honesty? He had no idea. But a gut feeling told him that he was going to regret this later -- big time.
 
Lisette couldn't believe him, she had listened to him

complain but when she did it, it was pathetic...

"Your.. pathetic.." She retorted rolling her eyes and taking another shot..

why was she drinking like this?

She didnt have time to answer herself... she heard him say something that caught her off guard

"Kiss me."

She slowly turned towards him confused as he explained himself... he was

challenging how strong her and Eric'c relationship was... why? why did he even care?

Anastasia stared at him a while deciding what to do...

she couldn't, she wasn't in the right state of mind to think anything through

she only had time for quick decisions...

She leaned in slowly... hesitating at first before letting her lips touch his

her eyes immidiatley closing

his lips... they were cold..

hers she were sure had the same effect... she wanted to stop and say 'I told you so'

but she didnt stop... she couldn't. she bit his bottom lip softly, letting her small fangs sink in just slightly

tasting his blood, just a small bit... enough to keep her comming back for more... kissing his lips softly once more

thanking them.


Stop me Adrian.
 
Adrian thought that the kiss he dared her to do, would be nothing but a simple minded, easy sort of one.

He was wrong.

As soon as her soft, delectable lips touched his. His mind went blank, and his body started acting on it's own. There was something about it, that he couldn't understand. It felt right, kissing her. Tasting her, which tasted just as much as like the vodka they had just drunk. She tasted delicious, and for that very reason, it willed him to keep it going. Things like this, his silly little dares were nothing but games. But this time? This time he felt like he had eaten his words.

He could not stop, and he will not stop. Not now.

He slid off the stool slightly, leaning in towards her more, as if forcing himself on her lips. A strange kind of drive whelmed him to do so, it's been too long since he had kissed a woman. He never kissed his victims, just devoured their body for pleasure, then take them for his meal afterwards. This, this was a refreshment. A good, pleasureable sorts of sensations dove into him, willing him to encourage to keep on going.

The only question was, will she follow?

What the am I doing?
 
What was happening?

Lisettes mind was too fogged to truly comprehend

she knew she was kissing Adrian... but she couldn't find a reason to stop

even if she could, no reason could be good enough to stop now.

As he slid off the stool, closing in on her, she let her hands slowly slide up to his chest comming closer

as well... if this was a test to show her love for Eric.. she believed she had failed.

Horribly..

But Adrian didnt stop... so she didnt... she continued, the kiss getting deeper and deeper as time past..

everything in the background faded...

he was the only man besides Eric who she had let have her.. was he that special..? or was the vodka

that good?.... questions she couldn't answer..

no words.. just actions.
 
She was willing to continue, and he was more than willing to. He had never felt so alive, his sex-drive increased a lightyear of an improvement. He can't let this go, he can't. He wasn't sure if he wanted what went beyond this, or it was the alcohol, or maybe there was something about Lisette that he never thought would catch his attention.

As soon as he felt her hands on his chest, he took the initiative to grab her by the waist, lifting her up to the surface of the Center Island Table that they were sitting on, elevating her to be a slight taller than he was. He allowed his fingers to trail along her coat, fingering the ribbon that held it together, slowly untying it while his tongue began to lick her lips, forcing her to let him in, to explore and taste her mouth in all of it's sweet glory.

He won't stop now.
 
reality had slipped away,

going by too fast for either one of them to grasp

it. at this point did they want to be sane? she didn't ...

she wrapped her legs around his waste just slightly

and let his tongue part her lips and gain entrance. .. he tasted

so alluring ..left her wanting more and more... they kissed

as if they had been lovers in lifetimes before... could they have been?

in this light, it seemed very possible ...liquor made everything seem possible

and she let it..taking in the alcohol on his lips ... hoping to get even

more intoxicated by it..intoxicated by him.

she thought about the lingerie underneath her coat

as if she had been ready for this all along

was this fate?..no..this was vodka.
 
Again, what the hell was he doing?

But everything felt so natural, so free-flowing. It was like as if Lisette was his lover, when she was not. The way she responed to his every advance, even the way she had bitten him just like that, everything felt so passionate. Just like that tango. As soon as he undid the ribbon that held the coat together, he allowed his hand to rest at the top most part of it, where both side of it over lap. Slowly, he allowed his hand to trail down, slowly making the coat open, his fingers touching her bare skin as it sliced through the folds --- opening it to reveal the lingerie underneath.

He pulled away from her lips, eyeing it for quite a while. Even though he said a woman should not expose herself too much in order to be wanted, there was a truth in the fact that it really did[/d] look appealing. Something that if he denied, then he wouldn't be a man. It was, and especially the fact that she had an amazing body.

Slowly he slid her off the table, making her stand. She wasn't short, she was pretty tall. But then for a 6 foot man, he was still... Taller. However, she was tall enough to work with. He approached down to cold neck, inhaling it, kissing it and slowly began biting onto it. He didn't have much of a meal today, but her blood was more than enough. Just the taste of it made him satisfied. That icy, sweet taste -- it reminded him of mint. He kept at this, while his went under her open coat, feeling her bare skin underneath, running around her stomach, down her waist, sliding towards her back where it resided on her ass.

Damn alcohol.

 
as soon as his fangs made contact with her neck she felt

as if they belonged there, even though all in all biting wasn't meant for

this they had somehow made it sensual very sensual indeed.

when they slowly sank in her neck she found herself feeling damp in areas she

shouldn't. not with Adrian. but she couldn't stop him. she didn't want to.

she instead found herself even closer to him as his hands explored her body...

"ah.." she whimpered as he slowly fed on her, her eyes darkening .

Lisettes slightly trembling hands made their way

to his tie, loosening it, then the buttons on his dress shirt and she slowly unbuttoned them..all of them until his

chest came into view....it was cold and masculine

the tie slid from between her fingers and fell to the floor below them as

she brang her chest closer to his

more contact...which gave her a burning sensation she shouldn't like....

but she did. vodka..you betrayed me...
 
That moan.

For some reason, it drove him crazy. That small sound of pleasure that escaped her lips gently, rang into his ears like an endless echo, a song that he wanted to here more of as he explored her. From all the moans he had heard from the women he slept with, this particular one sounded so sweet -- just like her blood. Why was it so? Because he was about to fuck that dog's girlfriend? That type of victory that made everything seemed pleasant? Or maybe, there was always something about this woman, that never went to his attention till now?

He didn't know.

They say, the more you hate the more you love. Why? Because the more you hate someone, the more you give a damn about them, but why was that so? He know in himself, he never taken a liking towards her. She was never any more than just a pawn in his game. But why does it feel so different? A little too different? It must be the alcohol, yes, the alcohol. Because there was absolutely no way that the answer could be something else...

Yes, fuck the alcohol. He doubt that he'd even remember anything after this.

When her chest collided with his, there, it was overdrive. That burning sensation, that radiated through the contact they shared. Her barely clothed chest, against his bare, hard ones. That feeling of lust enguled him, he wanted more. He released his lips from her neck, licking the wound gently as it healed upon his touch. He let his hands slide off her coat, slowly and gently, allowing the fabric to gently brush against her skin as it fell on the floor, making her wear nothing but her lingerie.

He won't deny, her outfit was sexy.

Adrian placed his hands towards her waist, making it slide down slowly to her thighs in which where he lifted her up and pushed her against the nearest wall, colliding her body against his, his hardening member rubbed against her clothed folds as he propped her in the way he wanted. As the pleasure of their lower bodies crept in, his eyes darkened at the he looked at her, a mix of hunger and lust began to show in his face.

The feeling of 'want' began to settle, he wanted her -- all of her.

In a quick pace, he kissed her roughly and dominantly, pushing his body against hers, hips grinding against hips, it's pleasure creeping in him. He knows she felt it too, and then again -- fuck vodka.
 
she had never seen Adrian in this light

not ever. she knew he was handsome but his attitude canceled

attraction that had any potential to develop... she remembered seeing

this before.. on TV maybe? love hate relationships in movies

making the arguments relentless and the sex unimaginably beautiful

thanks to vodka she was living it... or was it thanks to something else?

no. feelings couldn't possibly play a role. she refused to believe it.

she didn't have time to think ...his movements of lifting her against the nearest wall along with his lips

the demanded her attention. of course they could have it.

she kissed him back, deeply and passionately as her hands slipped from his chest

to his shoulders where they tugged his shirt until it slid from his arms

and to the floor along with her coat... in the back of her mind...she knew this was wrong

but she didn't want to stop it -and that was part of the problem.

the other part was she couldn't remember what Eric's face looked like..

it was slipping away...all she seen was Adrian... she slipped one of her hands to the lace

on the side of her bra and pulled the bow which made the bra fall apart and on to the ground

best thing about lingerie is that it was so easy to get off.

their chests could have full contact now and she shivered

at how cold their chests were when they touched it made her nipples slightly

harden but she didn't care ... if she was

going to do this...she needed all of him..all of Adrian.
 
Everything felt in place.

She knew what he wanted, and she knew it well. Soon Adrian found himself, drowned in the pleasure of everything that happened. Her breasts and his chest, the touch of her skin, and the way he held her close to him was perfect. He pushed her further against the wall, kissing her like as if doing so would keep him alive. It was a hungry, needy sort of manner. His hands dropping down low gliding down under her underwear, touching her wet and aroused folds, massaging it, till it was he could hear that whimper escaped her lips.

He craved her, and in a strangely addicted way.

(Sorry, I had SUCH a busy day!)
 
Sensuality.

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Dreams... thats where Lisette would have to go to describe this beautiful

moment happening between them.... it was as if he knew her body like he had created it himself Sketched every detail.

...by just the way he reacted.. forcing her body to react back.

the way he touched the inside of her panties... giving her pleasure... making her wetter than before..

"Adrian..." She moaned his name, breathlessly, close to a whimper, a cry... he had taken her there... aroused to the point of no return

they couldn't stop now... they wouldn't stop now.... this wasn't like just being drunk and fucking... if you could make love while drunk

then this would be it. She looked him in his glazed eyes, hers the same as his... knowing what he wanted... wanting to give herself

to him... the fact that it was wrong was what made it so... so right. She kissed him again.. gently on the lips... one of appreciation

for the pleasure he was giving her... she wouldnt feel so bad if this was just an accident, drunk sex, but this was more than sex

they weren't just taking off their clothes and fucking, they were being sensual and exploring each other... like lovers...like a couple.

Like this first time.

She loved exploring Adrian... maybe he was right, maybe she was attracted to assholes, after all he should know.

He was in the top 10.

She slowly unbuckled his pants, even as her feet didnt touch the ground she was expert in this, after all she was a stripper.

Most people didnt realize, but stripping is almost a sport, you must be very coordinated...

how many people can climb a pole, hang upside down and still manage to get out of their bras and look sexy? it was a profession -an art.

When his pants were loose enough, she slid them down with her legs easing them slowly... now it was just his boxers against her panties..

he was hard... she was wet... but still.. no penetration... exploring made this a bigger

sin, because it meant they were willing to take time with each other, after all they had all night...

making love to a man she swore she hated... blame the alcohol.. damn it...a toxin that made people feel in love..

feel in flight.. what a beautiful lie.
 
(Again, I apologize :( We're moving houses, so yeah.)

"Adrian..."

The way it escaped her lips, the way how it seemed like she longed for him, craved him, and needed him to give in to the ecstasy. The pleasure of the moment, the sheer bliss they will both soon share and the warmth of their cold bodies as it pressed against one another.

They were almost naked, almost had very bit of skin pressed together, the fire that it burned was nothing as much as the increasing want of their lower bodies to meet. The cursed cloth of undergarments, stood to prevent that, even though they both felt each other's restless desires to allow their lower bodies to connect. The tension was unbearable, and the lust was overwhelming.

Especially for Adrian.

This woman, was probably the only woman who gave him the feeling that not only him needed to be pleasured in sex -- and also her. And when he meant that, he meant that he craved for her every moan, every whimper, every soft cry. Should it be a simple sound, or a breathless whisper of his name.

He would take anything, anything from her.

In the back of his mind, the lesser minority of sanity lived. There he had thought that this usually happens when people -- a man and a woman get intoxicated. It would be a mindless, fast and oblivious sort of sex, but this sex? It reminded him of making love, it reminded him of a way that a man would try his hardest to pleasure the woman he loved, it told him also that for sex between two drunk beings -- this was too much effort.

And the sad reality was that, they were drunk.

They were not sane, what if they were sane? What if they were sane and they had sex? Would it be more bizarre? For if this was nothing but mere, mindless sex -- how much more would it be if they both knew what they were exactly doing?

"Remember this..." Adrian told her in a whisper, leaning in his body closer to hers -- his erection forming underneath his boxers, his hands sprawling her arms out on the wall, crawling his hands towards her own before intertwining it with hers, "I am the only one who can make you feel this way, only me. Not even him." he knew he would never remember saying those words, nor would she... probably. Hopefully.

"...I can give you everything." he trailed out, kissing the crook of her neck softly, his hands releasing hers, trailing down to the sides of her waist, his lips lowering towards her breasts -- circling her nipple with his tongue, before closing his lips on it, giving it an affectionate suck. His fingers hooked on the sides of her panties, twirling it's fabric playfully, slowly pulling it off her body, slow enough to make her frustrated about it.

What was he saying?

Why all of a sudden he was saying these things --- to her? Was it a start of a lusty little admiration? A new infatuation? An addiction? Or was this the vodka's fault?
 
Lisettes breath was lost now

as her eyes closed while his lips explored her chest..making a shiver run down

her back ... his acrtions...his words...gave her goosebumps...

she ran her fingers through his hair..grasping it gently ..

the words seeped through her skin... making their way to the inside

even drunk she understood them....every word...

he played with her panties indeed made her irritated ... she wanted him..

all of him..

"Adrian please...just..."

she begged in a whisper ...this man..this vampire...seemed to devour her mind

body and soul..... making her need him..plead for him..

her eyes darkened ... and she felt herself giving in..

"please...." she needed him....the alcohol needed him.
 
She was just too... Irressistble.

"Hush, Lisette. For more you whimper, more I torture." Adrian murmured darkly, as her very cries made him so aroused, that it made his member throb. It ached of her, he was desperate as she was and he didn't know why the hell did he even did this foreplay. He felt like he had taken ecstasy, for everything felt so wild and unreal --- it was just foreplay too. A preparation. For the upcoming pleasure that awaited them.

He drew his torso away slightly, peeling her figure off the wall and lifted her by the waist and headed towards the stairs. Yes, they need a bed for this -- especially if he wanted to savour her, and the vodka willed him so. He ran hastily towards his room, with her in his arms and practically dropped her on the bed with slight force. He didn't know where that came from, but probably the fact that this woman is bitch he wanted to hate, and the fact that the alcohol turned on his sex drive -- he was slightly agitated.

He sat down beside her almost naked figure, running a hand down from her chest, sliding down to the smooth skin of her stomach, and towards the fabric of her slightly lowered panties. There he slowly folded her leg to make them stand in an upside down V, hooking his finger at her underwear, slowly sliding it off her while kissing the side of her waist, slowly trailing up to her knee, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin, the icy vampire blood that flowed within, following the path that her panties made as he dragged it off.

And there it was.

Adrian's eyes darkened at the sight of her pinkish wet folds, lust engulfed him as he watched it tensed up at the simple contacts he made with her leg. It wanted him, it ached for his pleasure. She wanted his pleasure. He went on all fours, crawling on top of her like a sensual predator, kissing her lips once, a gentle and affectionate sort, savouring the taste of her before falling back and lowered his head towards her clit, dipping his tongue in and out from her before giving it one long lick. Much like a lick a child does with his carnival lollipop. This was his lollipop, her juices tasted so good, sweet and sticky. After a few moments, he went back to lashing his tongue in and out of her. This was the first time he had ever given a woman oral, something drove him into doing so.

Again, damn vodka.
 
Who does he think he is?

Adrian made her feel... like Eric couldnt... and in any other light she would almost

feel ashamed.... ashamed for betraying him... but she didnt... she didnt feel ashamed

because she was in the vodkas Light now...

and she was in Adrians... light...

She shuddered as he tasted her, licked her juices... like she was a piece of candy...

It just made her wetter-made her want him more...

She couldnt pretend she didnt like it, it was all too much, -the lust, invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch...


Sin surrounded her.. surrounded them.. but they both refused to be swallowed by it, protected by the liquor...

ah yes... thats what they would blame in the morning.... but these feelings developing inside Lisette went deeper than the liquor

to a place it couldnt seep through.... even though it had stopped beating it was her heart...

She closed her eyes and grasped the sheets.. it was all too much.. she wanted this man.. more than anything..

She heard him... but as an asshole, he knew... he knew that she couldnt stop whimpering...

and so she became the object of his torture..

but she could barely call it that.

"god..." She whispered.... gritting her teeth to keep from whimpering though the word came out as one anyways..

no not god.

Just Adrian.
 
As much as Adrian wanted to continue on with his erotic little foreplay, that seemed and obviously was working and working incredibly, perfectly. He could only be so much, beyond the fangs, the blood, and the immortality -- he was still a man, and a man he was. A man who was sexually anxious. Lisette was a little fighter, he could see and here at the resistance she tried to build, keeping herself from whimpering when she knew she never could. He was making her feel good, and he knew she liked --- she wanted it.

He drew away from her clit, hovering over and towards her face. His body snaking over her like a preying snake, his eyes filled with mischief and sensuality, lips curved into a small subtle smile. He pressed his cheek against hers, his icy breath tickling the skin of her ear, "Just a minute, darling." Adrian whispered teasingly, smirking as he closed his lips, his hands working off his boxers, releasing his hard, and ready member -- that was all but not inside of her.

With that, he pushed into her and pleasure began creeping in every part of his body. It felt amazing. Sex never felt this amazing, probably because this time he wasn't role playing. He was being himself, well, his drunk self. But he was free from the bounds of his alter egos, and here he was, fucking a woman with a drive that made him want to fly. In the midst of it, a small groan escaped his lips, his muscles contrapting, his hands grasping the sheets, and mask of pleasure carved on his face as he began to thrust in and out of her.
 
whoa.

Lisette shivered at his cheek to hers ...everything felt so perfect ..

they were so out of there element. just an hour or so before

they hated each other. and now they were one.

Lisette brang her face close to His, kissing him softly

as he thrusted in and out of her...

what was this? making love the vodka way? she didn't care

she couldn't fight it..not now.. and with all the foreplay that

had built up her excitement, it wouldn't take long for her to climax

no..not at all
 
It felt magical.

Everything was so sychronized and coordinated, with every kiss, touch, and pleasure that they felt in each thrust he made --- he was falling into ecstasy. Everything felt so good, that it was englilfing him, drowning him in it, willing him to go further in, his ears were more getting increasingly eager to hear each moan that would escape her lips.

The pleasure he felt, that jolt of tingling sensation that zipped through his nerves, crawling on his skin, he knew she felt it too. They were experiencing it together. He was pleasuring her, she was pleasuring him. These simple thrusts, felt like magic -- magic that benfited both of them, filling their mind and senses with mind blowing bliss.

And as his thrusts began to quicken further, the expectation of each other's climax was becoming evident.
 
Connected... the way their bodies were in sink with each other one might think that

one might know that. Adrians every movement satisfied every aspect of Lisettes body... was it that he was used to

pleasing women this way?.. or was he just taking extra care of her? was she special to him -No... No that wasnt it

the vodka...

Yes.

Had Eric ever pleased her the way She was being pleased now?....

She didnt want to answer that question... she had no time anyways... she felt herself nearing her climax

and by the way Adrians movements quickened so was he...

"Adrian..." She didnt mean for it to come out as a moan... hell, she didnt mean for it to come out at all

but it did... and of course she was about to have an orgasm... that was the sign.

Her nails dug slightly into his back as she began to have a climax she would never forget...
 
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