“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you a little taste.”
I run my tongue down her slit. Her hands may be trapped, but her legs come up to wrap around me, trying to clamp my face against her. But I’m not giving her what she wants.
I press lightly on her stomach with my free hand, pinning her to the table. I slowly run my tongue up and down, just enough to get her worked up before pulling back and glaring sternly at her.
She whimpers, pushing her hips up again as if she can somehow pull anorgasm from the air.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur, hooking one finger inside her. She’s so soft, so unbelievably warm. Soalive.
The vein in her neck bulges as she cries, arching her back, but I pull out again, licking her arousal from my fingers.
I could torment her all night like this, listening to those moans of frustration. But sucking sunshine from my fingers flares my hunger to the brink. I cannot hold back any longer.
Diving back into her pussy, I lap up every bit of her sweetness, feeling her thighs begin to shake around me.
Her moans begin to intensify and I know this is the moment.
While keeping my eyes locked on hers, I slowly lick up to her clit, circling it with my lips before piercing the very tip of the hardened bud with my fangs.
My mouth fills with her essence, sharp and sweet and more delicious than I could ever have imagined. She tastes of every good memory, every perfect day, every stolen happiness rushing at me all at once. I could drown in her ambrosia and call it the sweetest death.
I have waited, I have wanted, but in all my darkest imaginings, I couldn’t have dreamed of such perfection.
Winnie’s cries fill my ears as she comes hard around me, the mixture of her arousal and blood filling my lips – the closest to heaven a monster like me will ever get.
She pushes her pussy closer, her thighs pulsing around me as she continues coming all over my face. More of her blood spills into my mouth, the pleasure of it nearly sending me over the edge of my own release.
I want nothing more than to keep tasting her forever.
To sup my fill of her nectar.
It takes everything I have to pull back, wiping her arousal and blood from my chin.
I’m sick. I’ve become everything I’ve long despised about my kin. Winnie should be running for the hills right now.
But I’m not certain I believe myself anymore, not when the woman I love is still writhing beneath me, lost in the throesof bloodthrall. Not when her lips fall open and she lets out those delicious little moans as she rides out the exquisite pleasure of a vampire’s bite.
I could watch Winnie like this for hours. If I kept drinking from her, she’d sustain her release for hours. But I don’t want to scare her with that just yet.
Instead, I collapse into the ruined chair, my own arousal swollen and painful as I give her space to return to me. I lick every last morsel of her from my lips. There is a smear of blood on her inner thigh, which I lean in and clean for her, but otherwise, the tiny wound has already closed over thanks to the properties of my saliva.
“That was …” she breathes, her chest heaving.
“Mmmmm.”
“I don’t rememberthaton page sixty-four.”
My laugh is cut off as she lunges for me, sliding off the end of the table and straddling my hips on the chair as she crushes her lips to mine.
I shouldn’t give in, I know. Winnie needs time to rest, for her human body to recover from the blood loss and what she’s just experienced. But it’s impossible to say no to that hot mouth on mine, those perfect breasts pushing against my chest, and her heartbeat roaring in my ears.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her naked body closer to mine.
She paws at my clothes, peeling off my shirt as she slides to the floor so I can shove off my pants and underwear.
Before I can protest, her mouth is on my hardened cock, swallowing the whole thing as she bobs her head up and down, those dark eyes never leaving mine.
“Fuck, Winnie,” I mutter, pumping my hips to fuck that beautiful face of hers.
