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I couldn’t deny her. She studied my face, hunting for any tell that might let her dismiss her next words as fantasy. When she found none, her voice dropped low. “I want to taste it again.”

I blinked. “Taste it?”

“Your blood.”

She slid closer to me on the couch.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Her distress was gone and replaced with interest. I grabbed her under her arms and scooped her up into my lap. I pushed her back so her head could rest on a pillow. Her pretty brown eyes were focused on me, trusting me and begging me to guide her.

I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing her lacy bra underneath. She moaned as I teased her through the fabric, causing her nipples to harden. I then reached for her zipper and lowered her skirt down her legs. I discarded it on the floor, exposing her black lace panties that left nothing to my imagination. My pants were growing tighter by the second.

Chanel’s hand slid up the length of my arm, slow and deliberate, as if she was testing the reality of me.

“Are you sure?” I asked. It wasn’t like me to ask for consent so many times, but this was Chanel. I only wanted to make her comfortable.

She shook her head yes, and I felt the bulge in my pants become increasingly more unbearable.

As she watched me, I let my fangs slowly descend from my gums. Lifting my hand to my mouth, I let the sharp point stab at the tip of my finger. When the blood began to pool on my skin, I slipped my finger into Chanel’s mouth.

I watched her take my finger into her mouth and suck it like she sucked my cock. I was aroused. I could feel the glow of my eyes and the hunger in my throat.

Our lips crashed together in a kiss, tongues tangling and wrestling for dominance as we explored every inch of each other’s mouths. Her hands raked through my hair while I ferociously gripped her thigh, desperate to bring her even closer.

I tasted my own blood on her tongue. It made me crave the taste of her blood. Chanel took control, kissing me fiercely as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Her warm hand wrapped around my erection through my boxers, strokingme through the fabric. I groaned in pleasure, unable to contain myself any longer. She teased me with her tongue, running it along my jawline as I leaned over her.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her off my lap and slip from underneath her. I stood to remove my shirt, shoes and pants. I stood above her body as she laid across the couch. With my solid cock pointed at her, I watched her shimmy out of her panties and her open blouse. The tangy aroma of her shaved pussy traveled to my nose and called to me.

I slowly climbed down on top of her, spreading her legs apart with one hand. With the other, I slid my fingers into her pussy, finding that she was already soaking wet for me. I teased her opening before slipping a finger inside her, causing her to moan loudly. I added another finger, thrusting them in and out in time with her moans.

Chanel rocked her hips against my hand, urging me on faster and faster. I obliged, picking up the pace as I stared into her eyes, communicating my desire for more. With one swift motion, I removed my fingers. I felt her hand reach between us and seize my cock. She guided me inside of her wet honey pot.

We both moaned in unison as our bodies connected. I began to move slowly at first, but soon picked up speed as Chanel wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper inside of her core. I slowly dove into the deepest parts of her ocean. I moved my hips in controlled waves. I wanted to savor the current and get lost in her kitty pool.

Reaching up, I pulled her bra down, and her breasts spilled out from their lacy confines. My rough hands pinched at her nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body as I leaned down to take one erect nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while teasing the other with my thumb.

“Fuck,” she managed to cry out between gasps for air. “Zand... please.” She arched into me helplessly as I continuedto torment both nipples with my teeth and fingers until she was begging for release.

With a devilish grin, I asked. “Please, what?”

“Bite me.” She begged as I looked into her insistent eyes.

Her wish was my command. I exposed my fangs and watched her body shiver with anticipation of what was to come. Her creamy, firm mounds called to me. The breast meat looked so tender, and I couldn’t resist sinking my fangs into the fatty part above her left nipple. I cupped her supple pillow in my palm. I impelled my fangs down into the skin that was flushed with desire underneath me. The rush of delicious blood billowed on the surface of her skin, and I licked it up like a fiend. I squeezed her breast to release more of her bloody meth out for me to consume and get high off.

Her blood was my heaven, and, like an angel, I flew through the clouds when I consumed it. I took some of her blood into my mouth and held it there. I moved up her body to catch her eyes staring into mine. I held to blood in my mouth as I rocked my cock inside her in perfect rhythm.

Chanel grabbed my hair and tried to forcefully pull me down into a kiss. She was completely unaware that I held her crimson delights in my mouth. This time, she would either scream in fear or moan in pleasure when I released her own blood into her mouth. I let her pull me to her lips. As our lips touched, I released a little of the blood on her lips.

At first, she didn’t know it was blood because she had no reaction, but then I let all the liquid go into her mouth and spill down her cheeks and chin. I didn’t give her the opportunity to panic. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply. I let her choke on the mixture of my tongue and the blood. I grabbed her neck and applied enough pressure to remind her that I was a creature of the night. After tonight, she would never forget that I was a vampire.

Chanel’s hands left my hair and roamed to my shoulders. She was digging her nails into my skin. My controlled thrusts were growing more fervent. I grabbed her hips and roughly slammed into her walls. Each thrust was sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire being! I primal need to fuck her, love her and consume her. Our connection was so raw and intense that nothing had ever compared to it in all the decades of my existence.

As I pounded harder, she gripped me tightly. Our bodies slapped together in rhythm, creating a symphony of lust and longing.

My hand gripped the back of her hair and pushed her possessively into my mouth.