Primal Impulse (COMPLETED!)

31. Shouldn't

    I had to come at this from a different try. I let her clean Kyle's room, and ours, while I finished up some last minute things before I called her back to our room early.

    I had always loved the sexy maid outfit on her. She should be confident, how her body fit in it, but she never really was. "Stacy," I grabbed her hand and brought her to stand between my legs as I sat down on the bed. "If I asked for your blood right now, would you give it to me?"

    I could see the blush start to creep into her cheeks, the way I was holding her hand in mine.

    "If it means you won't hurt me." I kissed her hand, then pulled her onto my lap, moving us both back so I could rest against the head board. I made sure to eat well before I called her back to the room. I hoped that I wouldn't ever hurt her, but if I could get her used to at least some part of this, maybe it won't be so bad later.

    Her body was fire and nerves against mine. She moved her hair out of the way and waited for me. I kissed her neck sweetly, rubbing my hand up and down her spine. I turned her so she was straddling me, she was extremely hesitant to be put in such a position.

    "It will be easier for you to push me away, if you need to."

    She nodded at me, and I placed my hands on her waist. I kissed her neck again, nibbling at the skin, letting her relax a little, before I bit down. I heard her squeak out, felt her hands grip my shoulders, but all of that quickly vanished as I was pulled into the sea of her blood. Waves crashed against my tongue as I lined up her pulse with my swallowing. I could feel her grip begin to loosen, and stopped after a few more pulls. I licked her skin, then kissed her repeatedly up and down her neck.

    "You didn't push me away when you should have." I breathed into her ear. Her head fell down onto my shoulder, woozy from the blood loss.

    "I trust you."

    I raised her head up, looked her as honestly as I could in her eyes. "You shouldn't. You shouldn't trust me." I lowered her to the bed gently as I could. She clutched my arms, holding me over her and I knew what she wanted me to do. I wanted to be the sweet guy she thought I was, if only to make up for the future she would have with me. I kissed her, softly, and she returned it, just as sweetly and even more softly.

    "You shouldn't taste as good as you do." I kissed down her jaw and whispered in her ear. "You shouldn't react to me like you do." I kissed down her chest, to the low cut neck line of the uniform. "Your heart shouldn't pound for me like it does." I ripped the uniform open down the front, the only violent thing I planned on doing, and started to nip just above the cup of her bra. My hands dug into her hips, surrounding my wrists with the fluff of her skirt. I pulled at her panties, digging my fingers into the hem. I waited for her to tell me to stop. I waited for her to grab my wrists and tell me she's not ready. I pulled them down, slightly, but not off. I left them alone, for now, and finished ripping the front of her uniform. I lifted her up, just enough to rid her of the fabric and unlatch her bra, letting it sit loosely on her chest.

    Her hands had been running over my short hair as I kissed her, and squeezing my shoulders. I knew she had no idea where to put them, and took off my shirt to give her more of an idea. I kissed her finger tips, then set them on my stomach. "You shouldn't want to touch me like you do." I bent over her, to continue my assault with my mouth, slowly working my way down to her chest once more. My chin and nose moved her bra down. Her hands wove around my back, digging into me as I took one of her pink tips into my mouth. I nipped at one, while massaging the other.

    I could smell her again. I could smell her and it made me sick, but I forced myself to continue. "You shouldn't cry out for me like you do." Her bra had landed with the heap on the floor. I kissed down her stomach, digging my fingers in her hips, then tugging her panties down. I didn't know how I was supposed to act after, and now. I took them off and sat back on my heels, looking at the naked beauty in front of me. Her face was flushed with heat and her heart thundered with arousal.

    "You shouldn't smell like you do, and you shouldn't look like you do, down there. So tell me what happened." My voice didn't hold that playful caring voice it had. It was accusing and suspicious. It must have snapped Stacy out of the moment, because she quickly took the pillow from underneath her head and covered herself with it, clutching it to her chest and body.

I know a lot of you are dying to know, but I hope this give you all a little hint. The truth will be exposed in the next chapter...

New cover.  I kinda like it, even though it looks really mediocre, unprofessional, and took me all of five minutes.