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Collapsing forward, I bury my face in his neck as a twinge of fear kisses me, making me wonder if he’s too big if I’ll be able to …

But then my doubts wash hotly away as I feel my pussy blooming and flooding with his tingly need for me.

I squeal as he rears back, pumping his hips, one hand always grabbing and kneading and massaging my ass cheeks.

He gazes down at my breasts, his eyes wide, his pulsating getting quicker as he struggles with the desire to plunge his erect fangs into them.

“Do it,” I urge. “I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much.”

“You better,” he groans. “Because you smell fucking incredible.”

I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders as he leans down and bites my breast softly. The warmth of his fangs is orgasmic, thudding into me with the force of a promise.

He pumps his hips faster and I grind against him, the walls of my pussy feeling tight and close and oh-so-intimate around him as we sink into a rhythm.

He gasps and growls as he sucks on my breast, his teeth clamping tighter, but he must be using a charm because where his fangs make their mark orgiastic tingling spreads through my breasts, making my nipples hard.

“Fuck,” he growls, breaking it off and leaning back, gazing at me with his red-smeared mouth, his eyes ablaze. “You’re close. You’re close again. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“I—I—”

“Beg me to bite you,” he groans, hardly able to get the words out past his overwhelming desire, desire that blazes clearly in his face. “Beg me, Tammy.”

“Bite me,” I moan, forcing the words out past the catching scream in my throat. “Oh, God. Bite me. Bite me. Bite me!”

He buries his face in his breast again.

This time, the way his cock fills me seems to get even more dominating. My pussy starts to pulse in time with his feed-driven lust, his thrusts getting even quicker, far quicker now than any human man could pump his hips.

He pounds into me in a flurry of movement and all I can do is clutch onto his large shoulder muscles to stop myself from collapsing backward.

A symphony of pleasure erupts in my breasts and deep in my pussy, and then they both travel through my body and join somewhere in my belly. They sing brightly and hotly and then I’m shivering and I feel the orgasm shooting out of me, my juices squirting down his length as he pumps deeper and bites harder.

“Beg me to come in you,” he snarls, breaking off the biting contact for a moment. “Beg.”

“P-please,” I sing. “Come in me, Torsten. Please come in my tight virgin pussy.”

“Keep saying that,” he commands.

“Come in my tight virgin pussy,” I moan, my pussy getting tight and then loosening suddenly as more squirting pleasure flows out of me. “Come in—Come—Come—”

He throws his head back and roars, his fangs making two shiny points in the semidarkness.

I grab the back of his neck and pump with my hips, grinding my pussy down onto him.

Then he grunts and his whole body goes taut and tense.

We collapse against each other as his cock pulses inside of me.

“God,” I whisper, as we stop our mad animal bucking. “Jesus, Torsten. Are you okay?”

“Y-yes,” he growls, staggering away and pawing at the blood covering his mouth. “Just please, get dressed. Oh, wait.”

He pricks his finger and places it against the fang marks on my breasts, healing them. But then he growls and starts palming them again, spreading my blood over them.

“Fuck.”

He forces himself to turn away and walks to the other side of the room.

“Torsten.”

“Hmm?”

“What am I supposed to get dressed in? You sort of ruined my dress, you animal.”

I grin at him and then he glances at me, smirking slightly. Our smiles mirror each other and then we’re both laughing, like sex-crazed loons, laughing so that our voices fill the room in a song.

Then he darts to me, vampire-quick, seeming to appear inches in front of me within a heartbeat.

“Then I guess I’ll have to take you into the bedroom to see if there’re any clothes in there.”

I run my hand down his shirt, pressing my fingernails hard so I can feel his hot, stony flesh beneath.

“Okay,” I whisper. “But this time you have to get naked too. It’s only fair.”

Lust flares between us, and we don’t fight it.

We can’t.

Because we belong to each other now, in body as well as soul.Chapter ElevenTammyI sit on my apartment balcony as the midday sun makes the city glitter like a diamond. Chipper rests on my lap in a tight ball, snoozing softly, glancing up at me every time I let my ear-stroking lapse.

Mommy, his eyes seem to say. I think you’re forgetting something.

My mind soars over the past almost two weeks with Torsten, the dates, the closeness, the little fun experiments we’ve had in the recording studio together. But as I sit here what strikes me most is how glorious the city looks as it’s lit with startling yellow and how I wish Torsten was sitting here beside me, basking in the warm glow of the sun.

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