Page 40 of Heathens

“I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Hold me down and take everything you want from me.”

“I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Sofie.”

She whines as I bottom out, feeling her stretch for me. Her voice seems to get swallowed up by the sound of the music that’s shaking the walls.

Her hand slams into the wall as I continue to fuck her, harder and deeper. This isn’t how I wanted this to go. I wanted hours with her, something slow where I can tease her to my heart’s content and watch tears stream down her face. I wanteverything.

I make a small cut in the back of her neck and my lips attach to the wound as she takes me deeper; her moans bleeding out between ragged breaths. I release her hair and place one hand on her hip while the other reaches up to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples through the cheap latex. She’s rolling her hips backward into mine as her blood stains my tongue. She’s so fucking sweet. I have to crush the urge to feed from her. It’s almost instinctual at this point.

Her moan pulls me from my reverie and grounds me in the present. Her sweetness and the way she trembles and quivers for me. It’s everything I’ve been missing.

It’s been a while since I’ve fucked a human. I forgot just how perfectly soft they can be.I love a vampire who can take the brunt of my strength, but there’s something about human fragility that makes me even harder.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I praise.

She’s pulsing around me, and judging by the way her clit throbs against my fingers, she’s getting fucking close.

I lean in and nip her ear before deciding to pull out. She whines at my absence, but I quickly turn her around, gripping her waist and slamming her up against the wall before lifting her off of the ground. She looks a little dazed, eyelids drooping like she’s drunk on nothing but me. The thing I love the most about humans is that they stroke your ego without even trying, especially the ones that look at you like you’re a fucking god.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, sweet thing. I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come.”

She obeys without question and I sink back into her, picking up the pace quickly and fucking her even deeper. Her head rolls to one side, beautiful moans slipping from her lips like prayers she’s never spoken before. Just watching her makes me feral.

I need to come back here every single day for the rest of my life.

My cock throbs inside of her and I drink everything in – the sight of her, the smell of her perfume, and the way she bends and twists just for me. Electricity gathers at the base of my spine as the sounds of her moans and my desperate grunts filling the room.

“I’m–”

“Come for me,” I whisper as my lips crash against hers.

Everything about this feels rough and ragged like a car crash. She’s clawing at my suit, digging her fingernails into the back of my neck as I slam her against the wall repeatedly, trying to take some care not to shatter her completely.

I can feel the fabric of my pants dampen and she rips her mouth away from mine, letting out a loud moan when she finally comes. Just as she closes her eyes, I grip her chin tightly, still holding her up effortlessly.

“Look at me,” I snarl.

She nods as I fuck her harder and harder, the knot in my stomach tightening until I think I’m going to burst into flames. My mouth attaches to her throat, and that big vein that throbs against my lips as she comes around me one more time. I like to test my own limits, to see just how much I can take before I give in and bite her, but I don’t get to find out. Just before I’m about toreallybreak the rules, she grips my hair and forces my head back.

“Don’t think just because you’re stronger than me that you can outsmart me,” she grunts.

Before I even have the chance to chuckle, that knot in my stomach explodes, spreading heat throughout my body. I’m coming so fucking hard that I almost sink my teeth into her. She lets out another cry, squeezing me one last time as I’m reduced to groans and quivering muscle.

Her mouth finds mine, and the kiss is ‌surprisingly sweet. She’s got an edge to her, but when push comes to shove, there’s a softness that I can’t ignore. I can still taste the whiskey she drank mixed with her blood. Her fingers run through my hair, playing with it and scratching my neck, and for just a moment, I feel cared for.

When she breaks the kiss, she looks up at me with those big doe eyes that make my knees weak. Coppery hair falls down her shoulders, a few strands obscuring her face. I push it away, and instantly, I know I’m fucked.

“I have to see you again,” I whisper.

“Keep paying and you can see me as much as you want.”

I pull out of her and set her down, tucking my cock back into my pants. She turns away from me and smooths out her skirt, her eyes fixed on the floor, almost as though she’s ashamed of what she’s just done. The silence is awkward enough that I glance around the room until my eyes fall on something of interest: a Santa Cruz Blood Bank ID card with her photo.

Well, that complicates things a bit.

When I look back at her, she’s tracing the back of her neck, feeling out the cut that I made there. In an instant, I watch her expression shift, and she’s staring daggers at me. If looks could kill, she’d have me gutted by now.

“Dude, I said you couldn’t bite me!”

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