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He traces my lips, down to my neck, to my breast, my stomach, my legs. He kisses my thigh and then bites me gently, then he laps his tongue around the spot. I'm squirming beneath him, but his hands are on my hips, holding me in place.

Everything feels ethereal at first, but then, I can't help and panic.

“Ethan, stop. Please.”

Chapter 20

Ethan

“What's wrong, Lily?” I ask her. She was just so calm, but suddenly, she began panicking.

“Your fangs, I- please, don't hurt me. I am scared. They felt so sharp.”

“Lily. No. God, no. Why would you think that?”

“I don't know. I've never had someone doing that to me before.”

“You've never had someone doing what to you, Lily?” I say as I place my hand back between her legs, sensing her breathing slowly getting steadier.

“Ethan.”

“You’ve never had someone eating out before? Tasting you? Craving you? Making it obvious how you should be treated like a goddess?”

Lily doesn’t say a word. She simply bites her lips and throws her head back in pleasure. I know that look on her face.

“Do you want me to stop? Just tell me, and I'll stop,” I ask her again, looking deep into her hazy eyes.

“No,” she quickly whispers and spreads her legs a bit wider. I take it as a sign to allow me in.

“No? Use your words, Lily.”

“Don't stop, please. I don’t want you to stop.”

“That’s a good girl. That's better, beautiful,” I say, smiling at her, and place my hand on her breast, massaging it gently. Her breath is still a bit uneven.

Lily slowly throws her head back again as she takes a deep breath. Her neck is exposed, and I can see her veins pulsing. God, if only I could have a taste of her blood. The thought of drinking her blood is too much for me.

I gently place my head between her legs. She can't stop shivering at the feeling of my cold breaths.

I slowly start kissing her leg, and I feel her body react to every kiss. She is still nervous. I slowly place my hand under her lower back and bring her closer to me. I look up to see her reaction. She looks like she is in heaven.

“Does it feel good, Lily?”

“Yes.”

“Is it making you wet?” I ask with a smirk.

“Yes. Please.”

“Are you afraid of me, Lily?”

“A little,” she says in a whisper.

“I promise not to bite you unless you want me to, Lily,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she whispers, closing her eyes.

I can hear her heart racing. I can feel her desire growing. She spreads her legs even further and grabs my hair, pulling it, forcing me to lick her. I can feel her juices on my tongue. I lick her slowly, wanting to taste every part of her. She moans loudly and arches her back.

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