Page 15 of Her Vampire

“All the stuff you must’ve experienced, all the women, the freaking … I don’t know, the paramours, the concubines, whatever. How the heck am I supposed to compare to that, huh?”

I laugh with a growling note at the back of my throat, making it sound carnal and timeless, like the roaring sound of the earth as it shifts over generations.

“Tammy, you’re my woman. You’re the only woman I ever want to claim. And knowing you’re a virgin makes it even more special. Because now you’re mine. And you’ll always be just mine. I’ve allowed these modern times to change me in certain ways. I wear suits now instead of furs. I wield my wits in the world of business instead of an ax and a sword. But there are things about me which are still as old as forgotten legends, and one is that I need to own my woman. I need to claim you, Tammy. And what better way is there then being the only man who has had the goddamn privilege of plunging into your tight wet depths?”

I feel the shiver in her body, sense it in the air. Her heartbeat quickens audibly and she bites her lip, a gesture that will never stop driving me to the verge of madness.

“I’ve never even …”

She trails off, wrapping her arms around herself.

I feel my body starting to pulse, my veins threatening to flare the crimson of the feed. I take a bolstering airless breath and shake my head, trying to tame the beast inside of me that is so difficult to control when Tammy is around.

“Never even what?” I growl.

“Had an orgasm,” she laughs dully. “I mean, I’ve tried. On myself. But I guess I’ve always been too self-conscious, even with myself, you know? And it’s not like I was exactly being fought over in high school.”

“That’s their loss,” I snarl. “You know that, don’t you, Tammy?”

“I still can’t believe any of this,” she says. “It had to happen around Halloween, didn’t it?”

My lips twitch. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what are the chances this is real, and not some elaborate Halloween prank?”

“I would never trick you,” I say firmly. “And anyway, the logistics of faking something like this … How would I do that?”

“No, no,” she says, nodding slowly. “You’re right. I know. It’s just hard for me to wrap my head around.”

“Let’s start small, then,” I growl, stalking closer, and closer, until the sweet womb-laden scent of her, is swirling around me like a welcoming tornado, spinning and captivating and pulling me toward her.

I place my hands on her shoulders and squeeze, savoring the tremor that passes through her like a ghostly wind.

“Trust me,” I say deeply.

“I do,” she whimpers. “As freaking crazy as that is.”

“Good. Because a woman as perfect as you deserves to know what an orgasm feels like.”

She lets out a small cry when I guide her to the bed and push her down softly. I have to move with extra care. Otherwise, my vampiric fury will unleash and I could accidentally hurt her.

I push her onto her back and then kneel down slowly, reaching up and grabbing the waistband of her jeans.

I pull inch by inch, revealing her goose-pimpled flesh, her thick, gorgeous thighs red and hot and eager. I pull her shoes and her jeans off, leaving them crumpled on the floor.

I sit back, staring, her pink cold-weather socks thick and her panties the same shade. There’s something intoxicating about her lying there in her socks, legs spread, a few spots of tangy juiciness on her panties showing me how badly she wants this.

“I need to t-taste you,” I whisper, forcing the words out.

My fangs flare brightly and part of me knows that this is a bad idea, that I’m dangerously close to losing any semblance of control. Part of me knows, but the rest doesn’t care, not with her thighs twitching, her moans filling the room in a siren song.

“Fuck,” I snarl, tugging her panties down and revealing the glistening pinkness of her pussy.

I lean forward, bringing my face close, repressing the urge to sink my teeth into the texture of her lips.

Instead, I bring my tongue to her hole and circle it softly, her heartbeat filling the room like a drum now, her moans like a scream as I tune every one of my senses to her pleasure.

I scent her desire rising higher and higher in the air.

I feel her womb, eager, greedy, screaming for me to find her clit.

I swirl my tongue around and around her hole, bracing my hands on her thighs, squeezing as hard as I dare, leaving handprints in her voluptuous flesh.

Her taste blossoms on my tongue, the deep need of her, the sweetness, the tangy freshness, the hungry goddess within her.

The sweetest meal, I lick faster, and faster, until I am moving with the speed of my kind.

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