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Her soft hands weren’t idle. They roamed across my shoulders and down the hardened muscles of my back. Her nails left trails of titillating sensations in their wake. She was mine, all mine, and I relished that thought every time I laid with her. She was my temptress. She was my lover, and I hoped she would one day be my queen. But for now, I had this, and this was everything.

Chanel tugged at my underwear. My girl was impatient. I aided her by kicking my boxer briefs off at my ankles. With my help, her silk sleep shorts slid down her legs, removing the last barrier between us.We were bonded together in a tangle of limbs and desperate, needy touches. Her fingers traced downmy abs and wrapped around my long, thick hardness. She stroked my cock with knowing precision. I groaned against her collarbone.

Slipping my hand between her creamy thighs, I discovered she was soaking wet. She was always ready for me. With my fingertips, I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at her clit, feeling her hips buck in response to my touch.

“Please, Zand.” My girl gasped, guiding me toward her wet and always tight entrance. “I need you inside me. Please.” She begged.

Teasing her was an option. Making her cry and writhe in pain was another, but not today. I complied. My intention was to please her. I wanted to give her what she craved. Pushing my swollen cock into her taut hole, I moved with a measured and deliberate thrust. We both moaned as I sunk inside her tight pussy. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her ankles crossed at the small of my back, pulling me deeper into her choppy waters. For a moment, I savored the sensation of being completely enveloped by her plush, pillowy warmth.

The calm was too calm. I started moving my hips. I rocked to a rhythm that gradually but quickly built in intensity. As if this was a competition, Chanel matched me thrust for thrust. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine. In this moment, the connection between us transcended the physical. It was something uniquely deeper, maybe spiritual. It was primal. It was a claiming of our hearts and souls as much as our bodies.

“God, I love you.” She breathed through our mutual pleasure. Now I could truly understand this feeling, this intense love. Lately, I’d been physically present but mentally elsewhere for far too long. I was consumed by the hunt for Teresa and Marisol. My cock wasn’t giving Chanel all my attention. I wasn’t giving her what she needed to feel safe and satisfied as humanly possible.Iwas slacking on my job of lover, friend, and protector. It was time for me to make up for my blatant neglect.

I wanted to say I’m here, baby. Your dear mister vampire is back. Can you dig it?But I said. “I love the fuck out of you. Forever.”Can you dig it was slang from the 70s? Did she even understand what that meant? Had she even heard it before? I let my mind take a little detour away from the pleasure so I wouldn’t mentally fall too deep into her pussy and come too quick.

Chanel’s hands moved to my face. Her index finger traced my lower lip. Then, with a deliberate motion that sent shockwaves through me, Chanel turned her wrist to my lips. She offered me her pulse point, her juicy, insatiable vein. “Drink,” she whispered. “I know you want to.” She encouraged.

The invitation was tempting, more than tempting. I could see the raised vein beneath her skin. I could hear the rush of blood moving under her flesh. My gums ached and my fangs throbbed with need. But I shook my head and pressed a gentle kiss to her wrist instead.

“Not tonight, my love.” I murmured. “Tonight, I just want to fuck you.”

Disappointment flickered across her face, but I had plans for her that didn’t involve draining her to sleep. She needed all her strength to keep this train moving at full speed.Her blood was just an appetizer. Her meaty, sopping wet pussy was always the meal. I was going straight to the main course without using utensils.

Without warning, I swiftly flipped her off her back. I used my hands to force her up on her knees and on all fours. Did she think she was going to lie on her back this entire fuck festival? This was my Woodstock 1969. I was going to force my wood as deep inside her as I could, without the heavy rain, mud, and drug use.

I smacked her ass cheek with too much force. Chanel went barreling toward the headboard. She didn’t crash into the frame because I was a fucking vampire. I grabbed her by her neck and pulled her back on my cock before she could suffer a concussion. Changing the angles of my thrusts, I could accurately hit all the areas inside her womb that I desired. The view from behind her luscious ass was phenomenal. From the back, I could go faster at my vampire speed, without her seeing it and freaking out. I was extra careful when pounding her pussy hard. I knew I was hitting the spot inside her taut walls that made her eyes roll back. The feeling was so good that all thoughts of drinking her blood were long forgotten.

My eyes glinted with satisfaction as I watched her body buck against my slick cock. Chanel’s creamy delights coated my cock like icing on a cake. I pounded inside her and pulled out just to see her milk all thick and buttery over my shaft. I was slamming too hard into her. Chanel tried to escape and crawl away from the pleasure I was serving her. I knew just how to touch her, how to drive her wild with unrestricted need and desire. With each thrust, I felt my own control slipping away and leading me to give in to my vampire instincts that demanded gratification.

“Oh, Zand!” Chanel screamed my name as I found her sacred spot and sent her spiraling into ecstasy.

“You like that?” I growled against her shoulder. I nipped at the soft skin with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue as I hunched over her back. I really wanted a bite into her flesh. “You’re mine. Forever.”

Chanel’s body arched. She was begging for more as I pulled my rigid beast out of her liquid heat, only to slam back inside her tight walls again.

Whack! She felt the sting of my rough hand on her ass cheek mixed with the intense pain of being filled so deeply. Whack! Whack! Whack! I took her breath away with every forcefulblow, each one harder than the last.Bad girls with good pussy deserved to be spanked.

I could feel her knees about to give out. My baby was tired.I chuckled and reminded myself that she was human, and I was a fucking vampire. I tossed her over, so she was under me again. She needed the rest. I gave her a quick two second break before I got back to business.

My cock throbbed against her entrance. He wanted to jump back inside. He was eager for release as I positioned myself at her velvety cave and plunged deep inside her once again. Her legs spread wide, then wrapped around me instinctively as I pounded into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. The bed shook beneath us as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

“You are mine.” I groaned, pinching one of her nipples hard enough to make her cry out in both pain and arousal.

Chanel whimpered softly at the sting, but she couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through her body. Her fingers roamed across my chest and down to my abs before trailing lower towards my cock, which was still buried inside of her. She gripped my ass tightly, matching my rhythm as best she could while looking up into my eyes.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” I growled down at her and lifted her off the bed by moving up slightly. She had her legs still wrapped tightly around me. I stopped thrusting and remained halfway inside her. I balanced on one arm and grabbed her ass cheek and pushed her up so she could slide up on my cock.It was her time to put in some work.

“Move!” I twisted her ass cheek, and Chanel pushed her body up and down on my cock. I stayed there frozen in a plank as she used all her upper body strength to fuck me mid-air. I remained stiff as a board because any movement on my part could make me explode. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh filled theroom. The wet skin slapping together only fueled my lust for this woman. Her weakened body was on the verge of collapse when I took over. I lowered her down on the mattress with the weight of my body and slowly rolled my cock deep inside her raining walls. After my third slow grinding movement, her legs dislodged from my back and fell to the mattress.

It was my turn to do all the work. I rocked inside her with increasing urgency. Chanel’s internal muscles tightened around me. Her breathing became erratic. We both were on the verge of reaching our peak.

Chanel’s body shuddered under the weight of mine. Her orgasm came with the cry of my name.

“Zanddddd!!!” Her entire body tensed beneath me. The feel of her insides clenching around me sent me over the edge. My explosive release hit with an intensity that whited out my vision, blinding me. Pleasure radiated from my core and spiraled to the tips of my fingers and toes.

My body stiffened as I released more of my venom inside the woman that I loved. Chanel was the woman who should be deadly afraid of me if she knew all the lascivious thoughts in my head.

Chanel’s second orgasm left her body while she moaned my name again. She bit my shoulder as she came.I pumped the last of my cum inside her and I felt something odd. It felt like a scorching surge in my balls. That had never happened before.