Essence (Nectar 3)

She didn’t go lax.

Her hands reached up and were in his hair an instant after he started to feed. His chest burned with emotion at feeling that response from her. He wanted to devour her, to feel her everywhere forever. Love burst through him and he hoped she could feel it the way she’d always felt him when he fed. Before everything went wrong she’d started to feel him whenever they were in close proximity.

“Can you feel me?” he asked, letting go of her throat and sealing it with a kiss.

She started writhing underneath him, as if she wanted him. He looked at her face. The emotions coming at him evaporated and her eyes were just blank but now his hips had fallen between her widened legs and his cock was pressed right against the triangle of her silky little pink panties. The writhing under him had woken his cock up.

The t-shirt she wore had ridden up and her bare stomach was under him. He ran his hand across it. He felt heat coming from her body, all over, extra heat between her legs.

Without even calculating the move, he grinded against her. Her lips parted and then her ankles were hooked around his thighs. Her hands were still in his hair. But her eyes were still blank.

He reached down and dipped a finger into her panties and fuck; she was wet for him. She closed her eyes, seeming to absorb his touch.

This isn’t right. Is this right? Do I take her? Or would she think I was a filthy pig for it?“If they’re hypnotized it’s not consensual, you asshole!”That’s what she’d said to him the first night, the night she was given to him, the night he’d first started falling, falling for her and falling, no plummeting, into who she was helping him become.

A man who wanted to be worthy of love.

A man who’d failed at becoming that but who would fucking try so fucking hard to be worthy, to keep her safe, if only he could have her back.

Her hips bucked against his hand in her panties and she closed her eyes and rotated her pelvis.

He pulled his hand away.

She arched her pelvis further, seeking it.

He backed off her and sat on the edge of the bed.

He felt her juices on his finger, his finger was tingling. He couldn’t help it; he put his finger to his tongue and groaned. She tasted like herself, too.

That taste brought him back to the very first night, the first time he’d tasted her. He’d never tasted anything like her. Truth be told, he rarely went down on a woman since becoming vampire, and it’d probably only happened with female vamps, since they were a whole lot more present than the typical human female, but the minute he caught her scent he’d been drooling. She was appetizing from head to toe.

He wanted to fuck her with his tongue, wanted it bad.

If he gave her pleasure, instead of taking pleasure from her, would that make him a filthy pig?

He couldn’t help it. He wanted, no needed, to know if he could make her come.

“Forgive me, princess, but I need to try.”

He leaned forward and grabbed both her feet at the arches and pulled her down toward him. Her tee slid all the way up to her armpits, exposing her breasts. He kissed each perfect pink nipple and looked to her face. Her cheeks were a rosy shade of pink. Not pale. Pink. Flushed.

She was looking at the ceiling and chewing her bottom lip.

“Kyla?” he called out and her eyes moved to his face and then she blinked a couple of times and he knew she was definitely still in lala land. Despite being out of it she was totally turned on.

“Close your eyes, princess. Just feel me.”

She closed her eyes and he trailed kisses toward her pelvis. He hooked his thumbs into her panties at the hips and pulled them down and off and buried his tongue in her silky wetness.

She tasted so fucking good. She was like sweet hot silk and the sound of her breath quickening, it alone had the power to undo him.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and made love to her sweet pussy with his mouth, his hands running up and down her thighs, her hips, up to the underside of her breasts.

In only seconds she was panting. Eyes closed, arms over her head limp, and her hair fanned out over the pillow.

“You’re fucking beautiful, princess,” he told her and then flattened his tongue over her clit and then sucked hard as he rolled his tongue up and flicked it, then rammed it inside.

She let out a scream and came, hard. Her legs were shaking, her mouth was wide, and she had goosebumps everywhere, and he felt her pussy convulsing beautifully around his tongue.