A/N: Spinning and remixing the kidnap/torture/rape story...Because I ship Franklin Mott and Tara Thornton...
Franklin was having another fit, a childlike tantrum that would put a two-year-old to shame. Unlike a toddler, when a three-hundred-year-old vampire has a tantrum, things can get very dangerous. He would slowly pace the room yelling and crying. Then suddenly Tara would hear a whoosh and see his blur zip across the room as he hurled furniture into the wall.
He begged Tara for an explanation as to why she tried to escape. As if the way he behaved was not reason enough.
"Why…Why..!" He unabashedly screamed. "You don't know how much you've hurt me." He sobbed uncontrollably as he wrapped his arm around the pillar, still blubbering like a child.
The site of him left Tara speechless; and the quick-witted, no-nonsense young lady was never without words. But the site of him left her unable to speak coherently.
She could not comprehend how insane this vampire is. She couldn't help but wondered how he had become that way. She quickly shifted her thoughts back to the problem at hand. She was in the custody of a volatile creature.
The frightened beauty quickly uttered the best excuse she could come up.
"I was afraid of the other vampires...not you..."
Surprisingly to her, he seemed convinced. He released his embrace from the pillar and turned to face her.
"Tara, I promise -I will never -let anyone -touch you." He said slow and deliberately, his expression, the look in his eyes would haunt her forever.
Even though she lied, she was afraid of him, she was afraid of all vampires, especially him. Although his promise to protect her made her feel; conflicted...a little sorry for him, at least that's what she told
The dark haired vampire stalked over to the bed and sat next to the trembling beauty in dead silence. He gazed into a faraway place. There was something unreadable about his expression and she wished she knew what he was thinking. She took the time to notice his unique features and cursed herself for finding them attractive.
"Franklin..." She mumbled. The silence was unsettling.
She noticed his lips parted a tiny fraction as he turned his head and at once, their eyes met in a heated gaze. Franklin watched her, the blood-tears at his eyes was starting to dry. She could see every fine contour of his striking face, the arch of his lips, his prominent cheekbones. He was sexy, terribly sexy, and Tara caught her own lips parting. She was suddenly warm in the strangest of ways; waves of heat had started to trickle down her chest, her heartbeats transferring in aching bursts towards her thighs.
She looked at Franklin again and realized one final thing.
He was beautiful.
'Fuck.' The young woman thought as she closed her eyes, swallowing hard.
His expression wasn't solely of pain anymore. He was radiating a steadily growing hunger and arousal.
"Stay with me forever Tara." He whispered in her ear.
His voice was husky and low and her whole body seemed to respond to the sound of his thick English accent. When she opened her eyes to look into his, their gazes were like ice and fire merged together.
He had her now and wouldn't let her go. She jumped to her feet and tried backing away, only to have him follow.
She tripped and with his cat-like reflexes, he caught her just before she fell to the floor, gently placing her down on the deer hide in front of the fireplace.
He leaned over her, trailing his mouth down the side of her throat.
His fingers caressed her hair, down her cheek and further down to her neck, and she gasped.
Her excitement caused his fangs to click in arousal.
Her blood was churning; her nipples hard like pebbles and the shame made her blush violently.
She was aroused beyond anything she'd ever experienced before.
The tips of Franklin's fangs suddenly skimmed her skin and she had to fight hard to suppress her moan.
"Nothing last forever Franklin." she breathed, feeling him retract from her slightly.
Enclosing her with one arm on each side, just inches away, she pressed her lips together, trying to regain control over her breath and at the same time ignore the way her body was positively screaming for him.
The obsidian haired vampire tilted his head, his fangs gleaming, as he grasped her right knee, leaning in between her legs.
His hardness nudged her throbbing mound obscenely through the fabric that kept them apart, and this time Tara whimpered out loud.
Her arms gave in and she found herself with her back against the floor.
"My love for you shall last forever" the pale man countered.
He bet down to graze her collarbone with his lips, his breath cool and ragged.
He moved lower, his tongue dabbing one of her nipples through the fabric.
"What are you doing Franklin?" Tara gasped.
Franklin answered by sliding one of his hands down her hip and snaking it up under her dress.
His palm reached her panties, cupping her through them firmly, and Tara's thighs opened up for him as if they had an own will.
Slowly, tauntingly, the curly hair vampire stroked her moist folds through the thin lace, never actually touching her, and she wanted to scream or die of frustration.
Then, his mouth was by her ear again as his fingers slid against the hem of the lace.
"What does it feel like Tara", he whispered, and at the same time, two of his fingertips dipping into her wetness, his palm rubbing firmly against her bundle of nerves and Tara moaned helplessly, clutching her own hand around Franklin's free wrist.
His mouth moved up to her lips, his gaze fell on her, and this time she was sure that he was smiling.
Something flared in Tara's chest, her heart skipping a beat in confusion.
But before she could come up with some sort of reply, Franklin pushed his fingers all the way in and she was lost, her head falling back against the floor, her hips bucking to meet him as the overwhelming pleasure sent trembles all over her.
Her mind was yelling not to respond, not to give him that satisfaction, but her body was in control.
She was throbbing, aching; she was empty, and she needed him, needed him to fill her.
She panted against Franklin's lips, feeling him nudge her thighs further apart with his own body.
Their eyes met again as he snaked his free arm around Tara's back.
"You will be mine"... he hissed, and their lips crashed together.
Tara wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his skin as he ravaged her mouth, sucking and scraping, hard and soft at the same time, making her dizzy.
Again, he drove her fingers into her with a slick noise, moving them in and out, and the dark-skinned beauty moaned into his mouth.
She feverishly tried to unbuckle his form-fitting jeans, to no avail.
Instead, she unzipped the top of her dress.
Franklin groaned at the sight of her naked chest, pulling his fingers out of her to haul the garment off completely. Tara whimpered when his hand left her, only to have a wave of white-hot pleasure knock the air out of her lungs as Franklin wrapped his arms around her thighs, bringing her up, and embraced her throbbing wetness with his lips and tongue.
Her hands clutched blindly after something to hold on to, half-choked moans and whimpers spilling over her lips as Franklin claimed her, his tongue flitting shallow, then suddenly deep, his lips nipping her bundle of nerves ever so slightly.
Just as she thought that she couldn't bear it anymore, he stopped, draping himself over her again.
In the flutter of a second, he had pulled off his pants, and Tara wrapped her thighs around his hips, arching her back.
A low grunt came from Franklin's throat as his fondled her breasts, his breath dancing over her painfully stiff nipples, and she felt his erection brush her mound in little strokes as he rubbed against her, slowly driving her mad.
"Franklin!" She moaned desperately, clutching at his hips.
He was suddenly there, the tip of his cock nudging her entrance and then, with one firm thrust, he was inside of her, filling her.
Her eyes fell shut, whimpering at the sheer force of him, her juices wetting the inside of her thighs as he sheathed himself to the into her neck as his weight pinned her to the floor, his hot smooth rod pounding into her in a furious rhythm, his pelvic bone driving onto her swollen clitoris with every beside herself, drifting away on violent sea of rough pleasure.
He was big, hard, and she was complete.
Her blood was racing madly; her inside contracting in shivering cramps around the ancient vampires pumping cock, her climax rising like a tidal wave, blackening her vision.
After a few dozen mind altering thrust, Tara felt Franklin spilling inside of her, filling her up, one of his hands tangling softly in her hair.
After the petite beauty caught her breath, the vampire swiftly lifted her spent body up and onto the bed, tucking her in an ocean of satin sheets.
Tomorrow the cat and mouse game will resume.