Page 143 of Even Vampires Bleed
Like he can’t believe he just made me come.
“Come here now,” I say as I grab the top of his pants and open them. “So I can come with your cock inside of me, too.”
I don’t know if it’s the blood I took from him that’s making me so bold, but he seems to like it because his eyes flare and only seconds later, his shoes, pants and boxer briefs are discarded.
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Léandre moves my body, putting it completely on the bed as he kisses me again.
I can taste myself—both my cum and my blood—on his lips, and it’s absolutely sinful.
I love it.
Slowly, I open my legs for him to nestle between my thighs as he fondles my breast and keeps teasing my mouth with his tongue.
I’m so freaking ready for him.
I want him.
No, Ineedhim.
But then something crosses my mind.
“Condoms,” I mumble against his lips.
We are on the verge of a war; it’s definitely not the right moment to get pregnant.
“I don’t have any,” Léandre says, almost in panic.
That’s cute, because it feels like nothing of this was planned. It makes me feel like Léandre didn’t think he still had a chance with me and didn’t come prepared. Or, well, didn’t make me come prepared.
But it used to be my room, and if he hasn’t used them or if he hasn’t searched the room, there is still a chance that I still have condoms in here without him even knowing.
I switch our position and make him lie on the bed where I used to be before I kiss him, and in a teasing way, keep kissing him down his throat—it’s hard not to bite again—and his chest and finally down his abs.
When I’m centimeters away from his hard cock, I look him in the eye and swipe my tongue from the bottom to the tip and then get up from the bed.
“Do you like torturing me, firefly?” he asks with a sigh as I stroll to the wardrobe.
“Pot, meet kettle,” I tell him over my shoulder with a cheeky smile as I open the wardrobe.
“Fair enough,” he says with a chuckle. “What are you doing, anyway?”
I push the women’s clothes—my clothes—that are on the highest shelf inside the wardrobe and blindly reach for what should be there.
It doesn’t take me long to find the box I stored there weeks ago.
I finally answer him when I turn.
“Condoms.”
He raises an eyebrow in question to my one-word answer.
“Did you forget this used to be my room? Well, if we’re completely accurate, our room, but it’s been mine for the longest.”
I shrug.
