Page 13 of My Mr. Vampire

The world existed just for the two of us. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. I wondered if he could feel it, too. He must have. I trusted he knew how much blood he could take without taking me out. There was so much pleasure entwined with this trust. And I do trust him with my life.

Now was the height of our connection, the point of no return. I was lost in him, and he was lost in me. His mouth remained clamped onto my thigh, drinking from me as if he were a man dying of thirst. I realized with startling clarity that I was enjoying feeding him my blood. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it thrilled me.

His cool hands moved restlessly over my heated flesh, tracing paths that left goosebumps. I arched beneath his touch. A whimper escaped my lips as his fingers found their way to my breasts. His mouth on my thigh and the teasing pinch of his fingers on my nipples sent waves of pleasure through me.

Abruptly, he lifted his head from my thigh. His eyes glowed with an intensity that made my heart stammer in my chest. I sat up in bed to get a closer look.

A trickle of blood slid down from the corner of his mouth. I reached up and wiped it away with my thumb. He caught my hand mid-air and brought it to his mouth. He licked slowly along my thumb as he savored the taste of me in this strange way that didn’t seem strange anymore.

Zand’s vampire eyes morphed back into their usual creamy coffee color. He looked at me with an expression teetering between concern and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Chanel.” His voice was raw and gravelly. His gaze bore into mine as he cradled my face in his palms. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Not yet.” He said, made a shrugging gesture with his face and not his body.

Not yet? What did that mean?

Without proper warning, he grabbed both of my legs and bragged me down so that I was once again flat on my back. Even if I wanted to protest, I couldn’t. His vampire speed was fast. Not freakishly fast, but faster than a regular human man. He removed my last piece of clothing, my lace panties.

Zand’s hand glided over the roundness of my ass. His fingers trailed up the side of my waist and scaled along the sides of my body. He caressed the curves of my ribs as I wriggled off the mattress and arching like a contented cat.

I slowly scooted upwards. I wasn’t trying to flee. I wanted him to pull me close and restrain me. With his power, he could pin me down and allow me to experience every inch of him. His palms eagerly danced over my taut nipples. His hands journeyed to my supple mounds.

Zand’s fingers cupped them. He pulled at the soft tissue and clawed at my breasts. He tugged hard until all five of his fingers converged and pinched the very point of my nipples.

I let out a squeal of pleasureas his twisting fingers burned the sensitive skin of my nipples. My body shivered, even thoughhe hadn’t entered me yet. I closed my eyes and moaned into the air.

When I opened them, I saw Zand hovering over me with a satisfied grin. Then I felt him pierce my wet hole. My legs automatically wrapped around him. He roughly thrusted deep inside me and I gasped in response.

Zand rested his elbows on the bed at the sides of my face. He placed his weight on his arms. He pushed into my pussy and rocked into me slowly. I placed my palms on his shoulders and wrapped my fingers around his muscles. I turned my face away when Zand dove deep into the sweetest part of me. My entire body shivered like a cold gust of wind had filled the room. I should be embarrassed by the effect Zand was having on my body. But I wasn’t.

“Chanel, look at me.” His voice jarred me back into my pleasure filled reality.

I opened my eyes to his perfect face. He was staring into my eyes and putting me into a tantric trance. What was he doing to me?

“Do you feel this?” Zand rolled his cock in slow circles and massaged my inner walls with care.

“Yes.” I moaned. I felt it. I felt every single inch of him.

“Oh, you feel like…heaven.” Zand collapsed down onto my body. His face lay lodged in the place between my neck and my collarbone.

Zand moved his hips in ways that made my limbs lose circulation. He knew how to work his body. He knew those special places on my body and inside my body. He was skilled in ways I had never experienced. He rolled his hips in rough zigzags until my legs dislodged from his waist and fell to the mattress. Zand amped up his thrusts and groaned into the skin of my neck. I pressed my lips together to force the cuss words from escaping from my lips.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my orgasm shot out of me. Zand’s body stilled, and he unloaded all his cum inside me. I could feel his huge dick gyrating as he released everything he had.

I was exhausted, although I had spent the entire session on my back. I had just enough strength in my arm to push Zand’s hair back off his forehead. I noticed he wasn’t sweating. One of the perks of being a vampire.

He bent to kiss my cheek. “I’m not done with you.” He sighed in my arm. “I want more.”

“Whatever you want.” I couldn’t believe I said that when I didn’t have an ounce of strength left in my body.

I listened as Zand’s breathing started to become steady. I wondered why he hadn’t pulled his generous dick out of me.

My throbbing pussy walls made it impossible to drift off to sleep. Even though I was tired as hell. His weight wasn’t crushing me yet. I smiled, thinking about how Zand could always give me an orgasm better than the last one. I loved him more than he knew, more than I could love any man.

It had only been a few minutes, and I felt his dick growing inside my over-worked pussy. I still didn’t understand how his body parts worked, but they worked to perfection. No matter what he said about vampires having dead internal organs, there was one organ that was alive and thriving and that was his massive dick.

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