Page 89 of Bite Me
“Oh my God. Everything glows!” He stepped closer to the glass and stared at the view. “This is incredible. But I understand why sunlight can give you headaches.”
Then he turned to me, and his lips parted. I couldn’t see his expression when half of his face was covered by the goggles. He lifted his hand and brushed my cheek with his fingertips.
“Your eyes. It’s like you’re made of rainbows. Is this how you see me?”
I smiled. If he only knew. Or maybe he did?
“Your face is the most beautiful sight on earth,” I said.
Eddie’s lips twitched, and he pointed at the goggles. “Even right now?”
I laughed.
* * *
That evening in the hotel room, I covered his skin with open-mouthed kisses. Last night, we’d made love, needy for reassurance and closeness. Tonight would be different. Desire rolled off Eddie in waves, and I heard it in his sighs even before he asked for what he wanted.
Eddie lay on his stomach and lifted his hips, his lower back and ass forming a beautiful curve.
“Bite me all over. I want to burn for you.” I grazed his ass cheek with my fangs, and he moaned. “Bite me. Want to bleed for you when you fuck me.”
I didn’t hold back. He didn’t want me to.
I left stinging bites all over his ass cheeks and around his waist, on the insides of his thighs and even in his crease. Eddie spread his legs and rocked back and forth, his hard cock brushing the sheets. I licked his skin, closing the wounds, before I bit him again and again.
Then I kissed his hole, my fingers digging into his thighs, and he sounded like he was drowning in ecstasy.
I recalled how he wanted to see the bite on his throat on our first getaway, and something occurred to me. I glanced at the mirror covering the closet door. Eddie would love that. I grabbed him around his torso and hauled him to the foot of the bed so he could see himself in the mirror.
“Russel? Lube?”
“I got it.”
I slathered my cock with it and found Eddie’s hole with my cockhead. His body opened for me, hot and silky-soft flesh yielding. Holding Eddie up with one arm over his chest, I grabbed his hair with my other hand, tilting his head to the side. I sank inside him as I bit the vein on the side of his throat.
Eddie cried out.
I sucked for a heartbeat, then let go. With my mouth parted over the open wound, I glanced into the mirror. His pupils huge, Eddie gazed at me through our reflection.
My fangs dripped with his blood, and the twin wound on his throat oozed two thin trails of red.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
I gave him a measured thrust, then harder. His blood trickled over his collarbone. Liquid rubies. One of the rarest treasures on earth, second only to Eddie’s heart.
Heavy-lidded and with his mouth open, Eddie watched himself bleed, and I fucked him. His hard cock bobbed in the air, the tip leaking precum. His hole loved me, tightening around me, and I thought I could see his underbelly move when I pushed deep enough.
I adjusted my grip on him, smearing the blood on his torso, and Eddie let out a guttural groan.
His cock jerked, and his cum splashed through the air. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I fucked him through his orgasm. His insides clenched around me, drawing my cum out of me. The scent of his blood burned through me, and I bucked into him to the root. With bloodied hands and mouth, I clutched him to me.My everything.
Moaning wildly, he jutted his ass out, still in the throes of his climax. He stroked his chest and over his nipples until he was covered with red smears.
Tingling all over, I hugged him with his back to my chest. The aftershocks of our pleasure flared and died out.
As I breathed him in, the scent of his blood was so powerful, it scared me.
I depended on this fragile human for everything. He was my love and the source of my life. I needed him for survival.
