He looked at her searchingly, shaking his head again in what she could only guess might be disbelief. She didn’t know what to do. She felt like her limbs were boneless and her body tingled all over. Heat crept up her face and she was sure her cheeks had to be bright scarlet. She couldn’t believe what’d just happened. She came harder than she thought possible. And it was like something was short-circuiting in her brain. Nothing felt solid or real.
“You, your blood…” he said, “And you…wow. Lucid, responding, wet, hot, and you taste like that? What a birthday gift. Holy fuck.”
She was breathless, still. Then something warm was tickling her inner thigh so she looked down and saw a thin trail of blood trickling slowly down her leg, which was tangled up with his jean-clad legs. He evidently saw it too because he flipped her back over onto her back and then his tongue trailed up from just below her knee to just inside the inner fold of her leg. How could something so violent be so totally erotic?
He flicked his tongue over the wound and then planted a soft kiss on the spot that had, what she could just barely see, due to the dimness of the room, were puncture marks. The bleeding stopped. She lifted her head to look at the spot more closely and was about to reach for it but then suddenly her arms were pinned above her head with one of his hands and he kicked off his boots as he unzipped his jeans with the other. He gave her a heated stare, reached down to free himself, and then he slammed his cock into her, balls deep all in one hard thrust.
It was so full, so intense. She gasped at the pinching sensation. She hadn’t felt pinching like that since she’d lost her virginity. He stared directly into her eyes, the heat coming off his eyes intensified like the blue bit of a flame. They seemed to flicker, seemed to be emitting heat. On his face was an expression she could only describe as carnal, “Oh, fuck. So fucking wet and tight.” He rotated his hips and his mouth dropped open as he moaned, “I might have to keep you.”
Her eyes were wide, startled at that comment, but a groan escaped her mouth because of what was happening to her, south of the border. He slowly eased about 90% of the way out, a little mischievous smirk on his face as he seemed to be watching her mouth, she was panting. Then he slammed, hard, balls deep.
He bared normal non-vampire teeth, savagely, and his eyes narrowed, but it felt like heat shot out of them, directly into her eyes. It was an exquisite assault and she felt like she was almost paralyzed, but full of sensation, everywhere. This Adonis with the almost glowing-in-the-dark eyes was repeatedly slamming into her and holding her eyes prisoner. Her body was betraying her brain.
She whimpered. He lowered and ripped her nearly sheer tunic off, tossing it aside and tore her tank top down, ripping it half way off of her as easily as if it were a piece of paper. He took a nipple into his mouth, giving her an opportunity to turn her head away, finally squeeze her eyes shut tight. She didn’t consider the fact that she was now providing easy access to her throat. His mouth slid up her skin and he immediately started to tongue her throat, like he was priming the area. She whimpered again and started to breathe shallowly, feeling on the verge of another orgasm.
She had a fleeting moment of clarity and thrust her hands against his chest, “No. Stop.” She tried to push him but it was futile. He smiled like he was in the ether. He pulled her arms up so that they were wrapped around his neck and then let go as drove into her again, this time slowly, an inch at a time, watching her face contort with every advance. She held on tight. Her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and then threw her head back as he hit the final inch. Why was her body being so traitorous?
“Fascinating,” he breathed, “Your mouth says no but your body says Yes.” He started to go faster, pushing harder, rotating his hips with each thrust.
“Listen to my mouth,” she breathed but then she started to feel the ripples of the impending orgasm, and as she started to tremble hard, he held her face by the jaw, staring into her eyes. The sensations ripped through her almost violently. She couldn’t look away. It was horror and it was ecstasy and they were braided together. She was having a vaginal orgasm unlike anything she’d ever felt or thought her body was capable of.