Page 11 of Fang Girl

Standing straight and tall, I reached around my back and unhooked my bra. I took it off, and tossed it to the side.

Victor watched silently.

I hooked my fingers through the sides of my underwear and pulled them down, bending with them until I reached the floor. Peeking back over my shoulder, I looked at Victor.

He’d stepped back into the shadows, and his eyes burned red in the dark. Must have been a trick of the light, but it was all passion. I could feel the heat from his gaze, and it warmed my core.

I stepped out of the panties, and threw them over next to my dress. Then I looked at Victor again. “One of us is wearing too many clothes.”

He undressed in what seemed like seconds, then before I even got to admire him, his arms were around me, crushing me against him.

“So damn sexy,” he whispered roughly against my ear.

Then he scooped me up and laid me down on the stage. Sliding down my body, he kissed every inch of me and I moaned. He settled down between my legs and kissed and licked my core. I’d been more than ready, and his tender ministrations made me go wild.

He ramped up the pressure, dragging me toward the cliff of orgasm. He used his fingers to push me to the brink, sliding them in and out. The sensations rolled over my body, and every nerve was alight.

A pinch of pain shot through my awareness, but I shot beyond it into bliss.

“Victor!” I called out as I came.

Victor

My name on her lips made me start, and I realized I was fang-deep in her thigh. Her blood flowed like sweet nectar, each pulse singing through my veins. I groaned and withdrew, horror replacing desire as reality crashed in.

"I'm sorry," I said, the words falling like stones. "I'm so sorry."

“Victor,” she breathed. “That was amazing.”

“No, no.” I tried to back away, still kneeling between her legs, but Ari pushed up on her elbows. Her eyes darted from my face to her thigh with its twin punctures, then back to me. There was no fear in her gaze—only curiosity.

I turned my face away. “I’m sorry.”

“Look at me,” she insisted, reaching for me. “Did you cut me?”

I backed away from her hand.

She sat full up and grabbed my face, turning me to face her. Her fingers wiped the blood from my lips, and she frowned.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I said I wouldn’t do anything without your consent and I bit you and I’m …” I looked at her. “I’m sorry.”

Without hesitation, she pressed her thumb against my upper lip, exposing my fangs. "You're a vampire."

I blinked at her. How could she be reacting this calmly?

“You are.” She nodded to herself. Then she turned back to me and held me by the sides of my face. “I trust you. I told you that before.”

“But I put my fangs in you…”

“I’m expecting you to put a whole lot more than that in me,” she said, with a heated gaze toward my still hard cock.

“I should have asked,” I said, and I rubbed a bit of my saliva over the cut on her thigh to seal it. “And I hurt you.”

She shook her head. “I’m not hurt. I was surprised, but I’m okay.”

“But-”

Ari pressed her fingers to my lips. “I still care about you. I still want you.” She laid back down, tugging me with her so I was on top. “Make love to me, Victor.”

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