Page 37 of Inevitably Yves

Damiano slides his fingers between my legs, moaning at the softness waiting for him. It’s only been a few hours since we last fucked, but I definitely haven’t had my fill yet. Clearly, neither has Dami.

I open my legs to him, propping one up on the back of the sofa and reaching down to stroke my erection. “But now you’re gonna make us forget for a little while.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, sending my request downstairs, and the air around us turns fuzzy for a few seconds until the door opens and a server appears with a tray. He glances at Damiano, averting his eyes from our nudity as he silently sets down a pitcher of fresh blood and darts off.

“Who was that?”

I wiggle underneath him. “A compliant worker who can hear me.”

“How?”

“How do you think, lover?”

“You fed him your blood.”

“Once upon a time.”

“You fucked him?” His voice is tense.

I cannot hold back my grin. “Ooh, there’s my green-eyed beast again. Maybe I should fuck that out of you.” I feel a shiver of desire rip through him.

“Maybe you should.”

“The blood is for you, Dami. I know how you love to feed and fuck.”

“I prefer a live meal,” he answers, knocking our cocks together.

I hiss with pleasure. “Baby steps.”

“This brazen hedonism is rare for you, but you still trust me enough to let go a little.”

I nod as my throat tightens with emotion. “It’s been centuries.”

Reaching down, Damiano dips his fingers in the warmed blood and lets them drip across my torso. “Gods, you are even more stunning draped in mortal blood.”

“I am your desire, Dami. Your food, your flesh, your dreams. Do to me whatever you want. I happily submit.”

“Yves…” His eyelids flutter. “Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not, lover. I’m just going to lie here and be a… What does Thorn call it? A pillow princess?”

Damiano snorts a laugh. “You won’t demand a thing?”

“Within reason.”

Still chuckling, Dami lifts the pitcher from the tray on the ground and pours a steady stream of warm liquid from my chest to my cock. Our breathing is audible, as is his quickened heartbeat. The scent of his arousal mixed with the blood is almost too much for me.

Then Damiano scoots down enough to suck my cock into his mouth, moaning around it as precum and blood mix on his tongue.

I watch with hooded eyes as he expertly sucks me. Then I lift the pitcher and pour more blood between us, allowing Damiano to lap it up while enjoying the feel of his tongue on my skin.

“It’s so sweet,” he murmurs, slurping a pool off my belly. “So good.”

I drag my fingers through the little puddle on my chest, then suck them clean. “Mmm. Not as good as yours, but it’ll do.”

“You are dangerous, lover. You could undo me.”

“I will always put you back together again.”

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