Page 113 of The Silver Fox Vampire

Finally, when they drew apart Clare added, “On a more personal note, erm, what happens, now I’m turned?”

“I guess we’re going to have to work that out as we go, my beloved. Waldo says there’s no record of a necromancer and a vampire ever partnering. So we could be in for an interesting time.” He toyed with her fingers, smiling. “You, my darling, are going to have to teach me about being in a relationship. I will probably make a few mistakes… “

Clare smirked. “Honey, I am no expert. We’ll figure it out as we go… I guess we have plenty of time. But it would be kind of nice to know what physical changes I can expect, you know, now I’m actually a vampire?”

He grinned. “One thing I know, your eyes will spark red when you are aroused.”

“Really? Maybe we should test that out.”

She pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

When she finally came up for air, Clare popped her eyes at him. “How are they looking?”

Oliver gazed deep. “Ah yes, I think that kiss might have done the trick.”

With a giggle, she ran her lips along his neck. “Mmmm, you smell, delicious.” She started to nibble then pulled back, her canines tingling.

“Oliver, are my…” She pulled her lips away from her front teeth and he reached out a finger and touched them. “Very pretty fangs,” he murmured.

An answering tingle was already very evident between her legs.

“I want to taste you,” she husked softly.

“You need to rest, you have been through a lot,” he protested, but there was answering burgundy red in his dark gaze.

“I’m not tired. In fact, I feel wonderful. I think it’s time to baptize our love, as vampires.” And with that, fangs now fully extended, Clare pulled him down beside her.

Oliver needed no further persuasion.

Her lithe body was stronger, more powerful than it had been in human form. In seconds, she had whipped off his shirt. His pants went next.

She pushed Oliver down onto the bed, both of them laughing as she straddled him and tugged her nightdress over her head.

Gods, she was perfection.

His hands cupped her beautiful breasts and already his cock was hard, jutting close to her pussy, the musky scent of her arousal spiking his own.

She moved on him, rubbing her seam against his hard cock.

When she bent her head, her golden waves brushed his face, and then oh gods, the plunge of her teeth into his vein nearly made him come on the spot.

With each drag of her sucking his blood, Oliver thrust into her deeper.

Somehow, he managed to hold onto his control as she drank her fill, barely daring to move in her, but she took her pleasure riding him until he felt her quiver around him, her lips still fastened onto his vein as her muffled ecstatic moans proclaimed her release.

He stayed buried deep inside her sweet cunt until her orgasm was spent, determined to hold out on her a while longer to prolong their mutual pleasure. He broke contact for a moment and she whined at the loss of him.

But only for a moment.

With a growl, he flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips up to meet his shaft. “Good girl. Good girl. You like that.” He pushed her legs wide and with one hand on her ass cheek, he pulled her hair away from her face with the other, exposing her lovely neck. “You want me to bite you?”

“Yes, yes bite me hard. Suck me,” she keened.

His cock bobbed, glistening, her juices mingling with his pre cum on her backside.

He was so damn close, and he was going to claim her now as she had claimed him.

He tugged back her head and whispered in her ear as his fangs descended. “Ready to take me to the hilt, my little vampire witch?”