My incisors emerge; I scrape her swollen flesh, going insane with the need to partake of her sweet blood. I inhale deeply, shuddering; it’s fucking intoxicating.
I suck her sweet flesh, sinking my incisors into her swollen nub, drinking some sweet ambrosia. I lick up the wound so it can heal. I suck her swollen flesh, slipping a finger inside, feeling the tight pussy grasp my finger.
“Blood,” Wynter yells as she falls over the edge.
“Baby, call me Dionisie when I’m fucking you,” I growl, rubbing her swollen flesh with my finger, smearing her honey. I suck up to her honey, rubbing my face into her pussy, wanting to inhale her scent, to spread her honey all over my face.
I move up, kissing and nibbling her stomach, up to enjoy her breasts. I know that she’s so fucking close to come again.
My cock throbs, it fucking aches to fuck her. I need to get a condom on, so I don’t get her pregnant. Yeah, she’s mine, my soulmate, and that means I can get her pregnant. I can’t get the other human women pregnant, but I still use a condom to avoid any questions.
I grab my jeans, pull out the condom, ripping the package with my teeth. I roll the condom on my cock, looking at her panting, grabbing her nipple.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Fuck, I know that she’s still a virgin, but she’s fucking mine. I need to taste her, make her mine.
“Baby, I’m going to fuck you,” I growl, rubbing my cock along her wet flesh. I sink the tip inside her pussy, and then I pull it out. I sink in deeper each time, stretching her tight pussy, pulling out to rub my cock on her swollen flesh.
“Yes, stop teasing me,” Wynter whimpers, lifting her hips.
I plunge into her pussy tearing through the thin membrane, leaning down to kiss her, taking the moan in my mouth.
I kiss her as intensely as I fuck her, making her mine, branding her. I move my mouth down her jaw, stopping to bite into her neck, pushing her over the edge with me.
“Come for me, Baby,” I grunt, thrusting one more time.
“Dionisie,” Wynter yells, holding me closer.
I love hearing her yell my name.
I fucking swear that our souls soar to the outer realms, through the universe.
I stay on top of her, feeling her pussy spasm, clasping my cock in a tight grasp.
“Baby, you’re so fucking amazing,” I groan, licking the bite so it can heal. I wave my hand over her lower body to heal her pussy from my invasion.
“That was amazing,” Wynter says, running her fingers through my hair.
I pull away from her, falling onto my back, pulling her with me. She’s on my chest; I gaze into her eyes to see if she’s still happy about this.
“Baby, how are you feeling? I was a little rough with you,” I say, thinking about the intense pounding I gave her.
After all of this fucking time of making out and letting her go, I needed, no, I was so fucking crazy, needing to fuck her.
“It was fuckingtastic! That was awesome, better than I dreamed. I’m not hurting at all. Stay with me all night,” Wynter says breathlessly.
I look at her smile, her eyes shine, and she looks so fucking beautiful and happy. She’s mine, I just made her mine, but I still need to claim her as my soulmate. I need to do the Vampire rite as I fuck her and drink her blood.
But it’s not the right time.
I need to think about it.
“Baby, I don’t want ever to catch you fucking those stupid, nasty club whores,” Wynter says, straddling my waist, leaning down to kiss me.
What the fuck can I say.
She doesn’t deserve for me to be fucking around when I know deep down in my soul that she’s my soulmate. I wouldn’t let any man touch her, but the brothers will only honor that she’s mine if I make her my old lady.
