Page 53 of Blood

I know there’s something I need to do, something I need to remember, but one touch from Violet Dracula tugs at me like a siren, dragging me under, drowning me in bliss.

I desperately work to remove her panties, though I leave her skirt on. There’s something insanely erotic about both of us being mostly dressed.

“I love you, Pinkie. More than I ever thought possible.” I heft her up, and she wraps both of her legs around my waist. I move us backward until she’s flush against the wall, my arms under her ass.

I stare intently into her eyes, noting that they’re everything she is—tender and witty, kind and empathetic, sassy and sarcastic.

The back of my eyes prickle as I allow myself to be swept away in my feelings for her. The love and adoration. The respect and yearning.

“Violet...”

“Fuck me, Mason.” She recaptures my lips as I easily slide into her. Her pussy clenches around my length in a way that has me seeing stars. Light reflects on her blue eyes like a sunset on the water. I can’t look away.

“I love you. I love you so damn much.” It’s all I can think to say as I fuck her tight, little pussy, losing myself in her body. She feels like perfection around my cock. How could I have possibly forgotten about this? About her?

I fuck her up against the wall as she rakes her finger down my shoulders before inching them toward the edge of my beanie.

“Violet—” I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence before she tugs the gray hat away, unveiling my snakes. They hiss and writhe, but they don’t shy away from her the way they would with strangers. They know innately who she is to me, to us.

Pinkie runs her fingers through the nest of green and yellow snakes, and my eyelids flutter shut at the sensation.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I confess.

“Your cock feels good,” she quips with a teasing grin.

I match her smile with one of my own. “Of course, it does. It’s the best cock that ever cocked.”

“The best dick that ever dicked.”

“The best penis that ever penised.”

She wrinkles her nose adorably. “That one sounded weird.”

My laughter catches in my throat as her pussy spasms around my length. “Fuck, Pinkie, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.”

The smile fades from her face as she reaches up to cup my cheeks. I turn boneless in her arms, lost in my feelings for her, in the foreign emotions she evokes from my broken soul.

Helplessly, I turn sideways to kiss the inside of her wrist.

“Come for me, Mason,” she breathes. “Come inside of me.”

My hips stutter, and my balls feel impossibly heavy. When she squeezes my cock yet again, I’m helpless to resist. I desperately tug down her shirt so her tits spring free and lean down to bite at her pink, perfect nipple. I graze the beaded nub with my teeth as I fall apart inside of her.

“Oh, fuck.” She tugs at the snakes on my head as I suck even more of her breast into my mouth. I lap at her sensitive peak with the tip of my tongue as she spasms around me, losing herself in the most beautiful form of oblivion.

Our mating was quick and messy and completely unromantic. I took her against the damn wall like a caveman. Hell, we still have almost all our clothes on.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A heavy weight settles on my shoulders when I realize our time has come to an end. I can’t be a selfish bastard. Not with her.

She must see the grim acceptance in my eyes. Her own expression shutters, and tears create tracks down her cheeks.

“Mason,” she sobs, emotion crackling and burning in her voice like a fire raging out of control.

“I know, Pinkie.” I desperately try to wipe away her tears as they come. “I’m here. I love you. Don’t forget that.”

Don’t forget me.

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