Page 11 of Vampire Bite

His voice cut through the haze, soft but steady, pulling me back. I blinked, looking down to find him awake, sitting up, his face shadowed and curious. He didn’t look alarmed, but there was a glint of understanding in his eyes, like he’d known all along this would happen.

The raw, untamed feeling still thrummed through me, hot and wild, impossible to ignore. I didn’t answer his question… I couldn’t. Words didn’t feel real, didn’t feel necessary. My pulse raced, my skin felt alive, and every instinct, every nerve in me, was pulling me toward him.

Without thinking, I walked over to him, barely registering the surprise that flickered in his eyes as I got closer. His face softened, but he didn’t move, just watched me with that quiet intensity. Something about the way he looked at me, like he was seeing all of me, only made the fire inside me burn hotter.

And then I was kissing him, fierce and unrestrained, my hands slipping into his hair, pulling him close, needing him closer still. The kiss was deep, consuming. He respondedinstantly, his hands reaching up to cradle my face, his touch sending sparks through me. Every movement, every brush of his lips against mine only fueled that hunger, that need to feel him, to lose myself in him.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I’d never felt this way before—like something inside me had finally snapped free, something primal and powerful that I didn’t want to fight anymore. He was solid and warm against me, his heartbeat thudding against my chest, grounding me even as I felt myself slipping further and further into this feeling.

It was as if my body had always known his. He responded in a way I expected him to, pulling me closer onto himself, breathing heavily against my lips. The sound of his ragged breathing drove me wild. My insides throbbed with desire. Every inch of my being felt on fire and there was only one way to extinguish it.

“Take me…” I murmured against his skin, wanting to bite him, to taste him, but I still had a bit of control left in me.

He grabbed my face and pressed our foreheads close together. I could see the unfathomable darkness inside of them. I wanted to get lost in them, to drown and never come up for air. Nothing else mattered at that moment… only him and me.

“You are mine…” he growled, biting my lower lip, not taking his eyes off of me even for a single second. “Mine…” he repeated, as if once wasn’t enough… wasn’t nearly enough.

Without waiting for me to reply, he took me into his arms and he got up, lowering me onto the couch. He adjusted between my legs, kissing me fervently, as if tomorrow didn’t exist. For all we knew, it didn’t. It could have all ended right then and there.

I could still hear the faint echoes of the scratching against the door. They were still there. They refused to leave. But I couldn’t focus on them right now. I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me. Now.

I pushed him away, enjoying the look of surprise in his eyes.

“Did I—”

“Shhh,” I interrupted him, pulling down my panties and turning my back to him. “Like this…” I turned around, caressing my ass, sliding my fingers against my pussy, which was dripping wet.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He jumped behind me, pulling down his pants. I couldn’t wait. My entire body was trembling. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me close to him. I wanted him badly, more than I ever wanted anyone in my life. I wanted him like an animal, on top of me, pulling my hair, biting into my flesh. I wanted it all. But I couldn’t say any of it. Words had left my mind. All I could see were images of what I wanted him to do to me.

A moment later, he showed that he could somehow see all of those images. He could… imagine them, too.

The tip of his cock pressed against my pussy lips. It was a blissful feeling. I moaned, closing my eyes, allowing the tidal wave of pleasure to completely wash over me.

He knew exactly what I wanted. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head, making me arch my back as he slid deeply inside of me. A cry escaped me, deep and unrestrained. A million stars exploded before my eyes, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting into me, using his other hand to keep me quiet, by having it pressed against my lips.

“I want to listen to the sound of me fucking you,” he whispered in a way that made every sense inside my body tremble with desire.

All I could do was nod, while he was fucking my brains out, deeper and harder with each thrust.

This wasn’t me. This was someone else, someone different. But I didn’t care. I was enjoying myself too much, giving all of myself to the moment, to… him.

I came quickly, the build up was too swift, too hard. I was still trembling while he kept slamming hard into me, his balls slapping my wet pussy, our juices leaking out of me.

His body tensed a moment later, keeping me steady, in place. He thrust two more times, then he fell on my back. I could feel his chest, the thunder of his heartbeat. I didn’t want him to move. I wanted us to stay like that forever.

But he moved, and when he did, I became myself again. The magic was gone.

He went to grab a towel and handed it to me. He noticed I was shivering.

“Are you cold?” he asked softly, in a voice I almost couldn’t connect with someone like him.

“No,” I shook my head. I wasn’t cold. I was exactly the opposite, burning up with a fever, but I wasn’t sick either. “Just… postcoital tremors,” I said jokingly, wanting to take away from the seriousness of the moment, as if it was nothing.

I didn’t want him to think that this would happen all the time, that this would become a usual thing. No. No way. For some reason, I needed it and that was all there was to it. I needed to get the stress out somehow. He probably did it for the same reason.

I got up and grabbed a glass of water for myself. I could feel his eyes on my naked body. I had stopped being embarrassed a long time ago. There was only one time I believed another person when they told me that my body wasn’t beautiful enough, that it wasn’t strong enough, that it needed to change to be considered attractive. I would never believe that again.

I walked back to the couch and sat back down. The scratching was gone. I could hear something much lighter, like the pitter patter of rain.

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