Page 128 of King of Hollywood
Humping him as my cock leaked, and I—Oh. Oh. Oh.
Heaven.
Bliss.
My skin was buzzing, the couch creaking as my fingers tore through the fabric.
“That’s it—” Felix gasped out as I fucked him brutally, taking more blood from him than he’d ever taken from me. Distantly, I realized I hadn’t asked him if it would affect him if I drank from him. But I could only assume the answer was no—because the way Felix was grinding into me, clutching my head closer, closer, closer made it obvious that he liked this.
He liked this so fucking much.
I could understand.
Because I liked it too.
Loved it.
Love, love, loved it.
When I finally came, it was with a garbled, broken gasp. My teeth tore from his neck, and I watched bleary eyed as the skin began to immediately knit itself back together.
Felix’s eyes were glowing—and mine were too—I could tell because I could see the red light reflected back in his gaze as he grinned.
He grabbed my face, fingers digging into it the same way I always did to him.
“Look at you,” he purred. “My beautiful, wonderful husband.”
“Felix,” I gasped out, surprised I could find words at all.
His name seemed to be the only thing I remembered.
I could feel my cum slippery and hot where it wetted the way for my cock to continue to rub up inside him. His brow scrunched as my hips started moving again—probably sore now that I could actually match his strength.
Grinning, I reached down for his cock, only to find that it was as spent as mine was.
“You are beautiful,” Felix told me, his voice quivering. His eyes were a little wet, and I could see why. Until this moment we’d talked and talked and talked—but now…now our forever—the forever we’d promised was reality.
I licked his blood from my lips, finding myself somehow even more insatiable than before.
Still, the aching, gnawing hunger in my gut remained.
“Felix,” I said softly, a quiet, needy croon.
“I know, darling,” he echoed back, leaning up to kiss me—bloody lips and all. “I know.”
And he did.
He’d warned me of this. Of the hunger. I’d been prepared. Or at least…I had thought I was.
Now I wasn’t so sure.
“Please,” I gasped out.
Felix nodded, scrubbing his fingers over my cheeks, probably enjoying how pathetic I looked right now, begging for him, my cock still hard and wet. “You need more,” he murmured softly, fingers slipping down to pull my bottom lip open so he could see my fangs.
My fangs.
What a weird, strange thought.
