Page 89 of Your Coffin or Mine
“Please, Vlad.”
“Mmm, please what?” I just need to hear she wants me.
I hold her to me with one hand as the backs of my fingers make their way down her body, pausing in the crease of her thigh an inch from where I know she wants me. I stop, and she wiggles on my lap, attempting to force me into submission. Oh, how I want this human, in any way I can have her.
“Touch me.” Her voice is soft, needy.
I chuckle darkly. “But if I touch you”—my fingers skim across the lips of her pussy— “I’ll want to bite you,” I say into the shell of her ear, scraping the edge of my teeth across the soft flesh just below it, then kissing her there.
“Yes.” She has no idea what she’s agreeing to.
My eyebrows squeeze together as I wince, regret and longing ambushing my being. With a nip at her ear, I make my confession. “If I bite you, my love, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Oh god.”
The hair on the nape of my neck stands on end and my eyes bleed to red. I thrust my fingers inside her, finding that small spot that makes her body quiver and her mind turn to mush.
“Fuck, this pussy is so tight. So wet.” The sounds it makes as I thrust my digits in and out are music to my ears.
She moans as I pinch and roll her nipple, and slow my fingers inside her. She chases them with abandon, her hips bucking—undulating on top of me, and I want to fuck her senseless. My grip turns hard with the need to take her again and again until she is changed forever andmine.
Her thick thighs start shaking atop mine and she bares her neck to me as her fingernails rake into my forearm. “Oh fuck, yes! Please. Bite me. Do it now.”
I can’t take it anymore. The plead of it sends my mind reeling, and I foolishly push her up to her feet.
Fuck it.Faster than she can comprehend, I turn her in my arms and impale her tight pussy on my cock in one thrust. She screams out, and I push my fangs into her soft neck the next moment with a muffled groan. Her warm skin is tight around them, and the pressure of it eases the longing I’ve been feeling. My eyes roll as I drink her in, the sounds she makes full of pleasure in response. Her blood is nirvana in my mouth, and my taste buds explode into sheer euphoria. My body vibrates with ecstasy.
It’s been so long since I drank straight from the vein. I told myself I would never again, but somehow with Aubrey, it feels so fucking right. Her nails score down my back, and the pain only makes me burrow deeper with ravenous need. Her legs tighten on me every time I thrust into her, and I bounce her harder on my cock, her body gripping me like a vise.
The cries exiting her mouth meld and bounce off the walls as I fuck her harder, slamming my hips against her over and over in a frenzy. The wood bench begins to give beneath us, cracking from the force of my movements. With her sweet blood staining the seam of my lips, I lift my head and watch her face, admiring how beautiful she looks with her head thrown back.
I pull back to watch my cock slide in and out of the hottest haven it’s ever known. “Look how pretty your pussy is when I conquer it and make it mine.”
Mine. Mine. Mine. It repeats in my head like a prayer.
She moans, her lips parting even further as I attack her sweet spot.
Her head lolls forward and, with her eyes beginning to cross, her wails get louder. I bite again, and her whole body seizes in my arms, tightening down on my cock just as I stand, lifting to move her to the wall before the bench gives way.
“Vlad!” she yells, her nails digging in to keep herself to me.
I press her back against the tiles, then her cunt takes my breath and my seed in the next moment as her lush thighs squeeze around my hips.
“Holy god.” I thrust in fully, sliding her wet and thoroughly fucked body up the wall, where I pause for a long moment before rocking into her again and again. My legs almost give out as I fill her, and I gnash my molars to stay upright. “Fuck. You are perfect,” I whisper into her hair.
Once I calm, my fangs hide away again.
I don’t want to stop, but the realization of what I’ve just done hits me with post-coming clarity. My eyes widen as my gaze flicks across her wounds.
I bit her.Fuck, I actually bit Aubrey! How the hell am I meant to explain this to her?
My mind controlling abilities don’t work on her. I can’t just wave my hand and make her forget, and she’ll notice the puncture marks on her neck. They’re still bleeding, but my clotting saliva should start to take effect soon.
The longer I stare at them, the more a sense of revelation comes over me. A satisfied thrill encompasses me at the sight of my markings on her soft skin.
Why do I care? If I want to keep her, she’ll find out eventually. Why not now? It gratifies me seeing them, like I am supposed to do this with her.
“Oh my god. What the fuck was that?” she breathes out with a shudder.
