“Trust me, I got mine in Vegas.” His hands, those warm and wonderful hands, slid down her back and cupped her buttocks, rocking her onto his raging erection. “And you please me all the time, in so many ways. But if you want to make it up to me anyway, I won’t mind.”
“Don’t you?” As she dragged her fangs delicately across his throat, she couldn’t fail to feel the fine tremors rippling through him. “You’re an apex predator, and you’re about to be another predator’s snack.”
“I’m a man,” he retorted gruffly, “who’s about to lie back, relax, and enjoy his woman riding him to a mind blowing orgasm.”
“You don’t have to do this, Elijah. I can take a wrist from someone else. Quick and clean.”
“A woman if you prefer. We can go to a den. You could fuck me while I feed. It might turn you on to watch–”
“No, damn you.” his voice was deep and rumbling, nearly a snarl. He caught her by the neck and yanked her to his throat. “I’ll be the one who gives you what you need. Do it.”
Vash licked her dry lips and parted them, her tongue stroking along the vein in a lover’s caress. Twining her arms around his torso, she distracted him with the press of her breasts into his chest. Then she struck, sliding her fangs into the wildly pumping surge of rich, intoxicating blood. He cursed and stiffened, then groaned as the rhythmic pull of her mouth was echoed by her sex around his cock. Holding his head completely motionless with one arm wrapped around his nape, she ran her other hand up and down his rigid back. She withdrew her fangs and licked the wound closed, sucking softly on his skin.
Her mouth brushed along his throat, nibbling and kissing. When he relaxed, she struck again and in a different place, sinking her fangs deep. Her cheeks hollowed on a long, drawing pull as he began to come.
He hissed, grinding her hips onto him, spilling into her.
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