Page 31 of A Vow for the Vamp
“I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when I… feed from someone,I’mthe one in control.”
She slowly walks around the corner of the kitchen island. I turn in my seat and spread my legs. She saunters right between them.
A perfect fit.
My palms slide around to her backside, and I squeeze handfuls of her ass. She drapes her arms over my shoulders.
“Would you give me control, Puppy?”
Puppy.
So it’s a nickname. I hate it.
I love it.
Maybe even more than when she calls me Theodore.
I nod, letting out a shaky breath because now that I know Millie is avampire, she has all the power. She could kill me with her bare hands. She could suck the life out of me, and I’d thank her in the afterlife.
She grabs my hard cock through my jeans and squeezes.
“Would you let me tie you up? Blindfold you?”
My dick jerks in her hold. “Yes, I’d… I’d like that.”
Her nipples poke through her top so I lean in and take one in my mouth through the fabric. She moans, her head falling back.
I lift the shirt for better access. She’s not wearing a bra. My lips wrap around the peak of her breast, and I lap my tongue over the nipple. Her hands bury into my hair and tug.
While my mouth and fingertips work her tit, I slide my other hand down her front and behind the band of her sweats. My fingers find her soaked pussy. I sink them inside and she groans, clutching onto my shoulders for support.
“If you’re technically dead,” I say and start pumping. “How do you get wet like this? I thought you had to have a heartbeat to pump blood down there or something.”
My thumb presses against her clit, and I cover her nipple with my mouth again. This time I drag my teeth over it. Her pussy responds by choking my fingers.
“It’s… it’s…” She’s whimpering and I smirk, loving how I can make her fall apart with just my touch.
For a woman who claims she loves control, she’s quick to give it all to me.
I remove my fingers and stand suddenly, lifting my hand to my mouth and sucking off her pleasure.
Her fangs fall down at the move. Once I’ve had every delectable drop, I cup her face and pull her close so I can lick her mouth.
“Can you taste yourself?”
“Yes.”
My tongue swipes over the points of her fangs and she moans.
“I want you to taste me. Take control of me. Drink my blood. Take all of it if you want.”
“What? No, I won’t take all your blood. You’d die.”
I want her to turn me.
