Page 97 of Seph

But she’s a vampire’s bride. There are rumors about those, you know.

I suppose I’m not entirely reformed in this matter.

“I think you want to feel my cock deep inside of you, up high, fucking you in the place that makes you whimper,” I whisper.

“Simeon, yes...” She rocks back, and I know we could fall to the floor and she would let me ravage her body, pound it into the carpet, and her cum would coat my cock until it dripped from her like a running tap.

I hold her by the waist, one hand on her ass, fingers digging in tight. “You want me to twist and pull those perfect nipples. Squeeze the breasts that you don’t appreciate. They are masterpieces.” I palm them hard, but not too hard.

“Why—”

I play my nastiest card, one that makes her gasp and look away, but she doesn’t deny it. “You’d like me to fuck your other hole, wouldn’t you, love? Teach you about pain and pleasure, pinning you face down and bending you over. Maybe one night soon, Huntress.”

“I... I never said that.” Her cheeks are almost as red as the blood under their surface.

“Your body never lies to me. You’re scared that if I bite you, you’ll find out I was telling you the truth—that it feels good. Like your entire body is full of pleasurable nerve endings, and I’ll besucking all of them at once. If I do it while I’m inside of you, it’s going to feel so good. A high like you’ve never had. One you’re afraid to have.”

There’s silence. Just rocking. Pounding.

Her voice is a gasp in the otherwise silent room. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I suck her breast into my mouth with my head bowed low while my eyes look up. Fangs pinch against, but not in.

Her breath hitches, and her hand slides between her thighs. I can smell the excitement. Anticipation.

“Let me,” I gasp against her.

She doesn’t say no.

I press my teeth together harder, skin slicing between them. “Let me.” A growl. A grumbled beg with my mouth full.

“Ow, oh. Oh, God,” she prays as her body tightens on me, shaking with nerves and want.

When we do this, there’s no going back. She’ll be mine. I’ll be hers.

Does she know that?

I tell her. “Your blood is better than any wedding band, pet. Once I taste you, I will always be yours.”

She’ll always be mine, too.

Her spine goes limp, and I bite down and suck. Her pussy ripples as she goes boneless over my arm, letting me suck as she comes, milking me.

Her blood is sweet and rich, like tropical fruits and port. Cloying. Can’t take too much, but every drop is pure power.

A high.

My cum jerks out in lukewarm splashes as blood drips down her breast.

I don’t expect her to sit up, staring at me with a new kind of proud possession. Her hand finds my throat and holds tight.There’s a soft smirk. The cocky huntress is back, having trapped her quarry in the most delectable way. “Mine?”

I would gladly slip on a collar and let her lead me around. I’d look good with a little leather at the neckline. “God, yes. Yours.” I lick my lips and look at her with besotted eyes.

She slowly stands, our fluids sliding free, making her thighs glisten. For a second, the commanding gaze slips.

I nod and pull her close. “I’m your Simeon. Your Crow, and you’re safe under my wing, my pretty bird of prey.”

“Mmm.” She smiles and hums, an edge of longing in her voice—but less than there was before. “Say you love me?”

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