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I sucked a deep mouthful as Vi went pliant in my arms and moaned, my thumb drawing circles along her clit once more as my venom infiltrated her every cell.

Pacing myself was a difficult thing while Vi babbled nonsense praises, while her delicious blood covered my tongue, exchanging common sense for primal urges that we were far too early into knowing each other to discuss, much less act on.

But Vi had other plans, and she made them known in the way her back arched toward my touch as she sought more. More pleasure, more pressure, more joy.

Moreme.

And I was her foolish, besotted servant. More than willing to please.

I released her, laving my tongue over the lacerations my fangs had left to close the wounds. Kissing along her cheek slowly, I nipped and grazed my way to her tight hole, spitting to lubricate the entrance.

Vi whined, her thighs quivering as she cursed through another trembling orgasm from my measured touches against the apex of her thighs.

“You sing so pretty, Pet,” I praised. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” she gasped, hips kicking back in a frivolous bid for more. “I need to be full. Need another bite?—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” I hummed softly, using my free hand to tease at her spit-slick asshole, just barely slipping the digit inside before retreating. “I know you have better manners than that.”

“Please,” she begged, breath hitching as I pressed it into her again, just to the first knuckle. “More.”

It was slow work, opening Vi’s ass to accommodate my fingers. A measured pull and press, helped along by keeping her relaxed with consistent pressure along her clit.

I spat down again, lubricated my fingers further before pressing the rest of the way inside, earning a high, breathy moan from my little human. Her warm body accepted me inside her while she writhed in pleasure against me, delightful noises cascading from her lips alongside a litany of foul language that would’ve made a nun have a heart attack.

Though, I assumed, a vampire fucking a human woman through a mix of blood sharing, fingering, and anal would’ve likely done the trick anyway.

“Fuck, Ren!Please!” she gasped, her hand flying backwards to thread her fingers into my hair.

The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh hummed in my ears like a bassline, adding to the melody of her moans and praises. A symphony of sound that made my sex twitch with the need to betouched. But I could wait; this was about Vi. About making sure she knewexactlyhow I felt about her.

No more dancing around each other.

No more fucking games.

She wasmine.

And I would protect what belonged to me.

I tweaked her clit, and she shouted, the tight ring of her ass clenching hard around my fingers. The hand fisted in my hair, barely stronger than a kitten, pulled, pushing my face toward her sopping cunt, a single delicious word spilling from her lips in a chant.

“More.”

My tongue lapped at her arousal, teeth scrapingjustenough to draw out panting moans that lit my nerves on fire, but not enough to break the skin.

She tasted like the first glimpse of warm sunlight after a long winter. Like being woken from a long, peaceful slumber into the riotous colours and sounds of springtime.

The urge to bite her was so strong I felt drunk with it, the blood coursing through her veins a loud rush in my ears. But I was mindful of my little human pet—she’d lost quite a bit of blood the night before, and she’d need time to replenish her storage.

I snaked my hand from her clit to tweak her nipple hard, replacing my fingers with my mouth for a hard suck.

Vi’s spine arched as release snapped through her, hips lifting off the sofa with an outright scream of pleasure, breaking off into a scattered sob.

“Ren—!”

“That’s it, Pet,” I murmured, glee undercutting my tone as a fresh wave of wetness dripped from her center. “Let me hear you.”

“I can’t—” she pleaded. “Please, I can’t?—”