Page 88 of Your Coffin or Mine
“Vlad? You’re really worrying me.”
It’s my name on her mouth that does it. I want to hear her cry out my name right now, wail it. I want it to be a litany on her lips. I want her to fucking scream it with the orgasms I force from her body.
The irony is that I would tear off my own arm to keep from hurting her and yet my instincts are to bite, to rip into her flesh, and to feed. Red blazes across my mind even as it clears from my eyes and finally my fangs retract. She is precious to me, and Ineedher.
My mind fogs, and I extend my hand out. “Come here.”
She backs away, shaking her head and covering her breasts from my view. “Nuh uhhh. I only came in here to check on you.”
“Don’t leave me.”
She bites her lip but thankfully doesn’t leave. I wait and let her see the want in my eyes, the only part of myself I can reveal. I stroke down on my cock and her mouth drops, followed by alittle gasp that is ecstasy to my ears.She isn’t looking away.Her body calls to mine the same as mine does to hers.
I breathe in deep, and my balls draw up in their sac as I stroke up and then down again, groaning, then look directly into her wide blue eyes. “Do you want this?” I stroke again harder, showing her how it was made just for her, andonlyher forevermore.
Her gaze is heated and full of lust, but she arches a brow, looking directly into my eyes. “You’re supposed to be sick, sir.”
“I am. And I am suffering with it,” I say, taking a step toward the glass to open the door, and she backs away.
My eyes become hooded, and the corners of my mouth quirk as I back away, settling onto the smooth wooden bench against the shower wall. I spread my legs wide, making her watch me. Her eyes fall to my cock, and I press my lips together in a hard line. Every molecule in me wants to devour her.
“Aubrey, do you want me?”Please, for the love of god, say yes.
She seems to startle at my question and blinks rapidly. “I, umm, yes. I do.” Her voice turns raspy and low.
“Come here,” I request a second time.
Her bare feet pad across the wet shower stall, the color high in her cheeks as her stare is riveted between my legs. She pauses at the spray of water.
I suck in a hard breath through my nostrils, inwardly groaning at her soft, sweet scent. “Take your shirt off.”
Her heart rate picks up, and those tiny harmless teeth she has make an appearance, biting softly on the edge of her lip, but she does as I tell her. A thin blue bra—that does nothing to hide her succulent nipples—holds her beautiful breasts in place. I swallow at the swell of her hips under her skintight jeans. Her curves make me want to weep.
My cock jerks at just the sight once she unclasps her bra, and I stand, needing closer to this beauty. Walking to her, I pump my cock in my fist, staring into her eyes, pinning her with my gaze. I kneel before her. My knees press into the marble floor as I touch my lips to her stomach, and warm hands comb through my hair as I set about removing her pants.
She gasps when I bend to kiss over her panty-clad pussy before removing those too, leaving her completely bare.
I kiss one hip, reaching my hand to grasp her voluptuous ass, squeezing and gripping where it meets her thick thigh. “I dreamed of you fucking me,” I whisper, remembering how vivid my dreams were of her when I finally slept.
Her heart stutters, the air leaving her lips on an exhale, and I get to my feet. Staring down into her wondrous blue eyes, an inferno of need rushes me.
I could come right now with how my body can so vividly bring her to mind. The image of her sucking my dick with her cunt takes my breath.
“I dream of you when I sleep, I crave you when I’m awake.” I step back, roaming my eyes over her and groan, clenching my fists at my side. “Let me have you.”
“Then have me,” she breathes, her body flushed with desire.
I scoop her into my arms, step back to the shower seat, and guide her to sit across my lap. I settle her back to my front so she can’t see my face and, more importantly, my damn mouth. I can’t seem to control my fangs right now; they throb, begging for me to lance her subtle skin.
It’s all I can do to keep from humping her like some stable boy. My fingers want to bite into her soft, luscious hips and wreak havoc on her body the way she has on my senses.
“You really will be the death of me,” I whisper in her ear, done with the attempt at keeping my fangs at bay.
They slide from my gums, and I want to sigh with relief, unafraid she will see them with her facing forward in my lap. She whimpers, and her sweet flesh warms with the hot spray of the shower. I rake my fangs down her throat, and she lets out a high-pitched gasp, causing my cock to pulsatehard.
I cup her neck, and her pulse flutters under my palm. It picks up the pace when I grip her full breast in my other hand and thrum her nipple, then pinch to sting her. She releases a breathy cry, throwing her head back onto my shoulder.
“So gorgeous,” I groan against her skin. Touching her seems to be easing the worst of my need, her cries little rewards for my patience.
