“Mmm, keep doing that,” I moan. Her mouth finds my nipple, giving me a teasing bite. “Ooh!”
I giggle, and she tosses me gently onto her bed, then climbs on top of me.
Celine’s bedroom is lit by the soft, orange glow of the decorative wall sconces. Tonight, the two sides of the bed’s dark curtains are closed, giving it an intimate quality.
The heavy, sensual atmosphere of the party lingers, and I feel myself getting wet quickly. Celine moves slowly, kissing the insides of my thighs. I can see her fangs protruding slightly. I know her well enough now to know that happens when she’s emotional, or when she’s horny. Or when she’s hungry.
They graze my skin, and I feel a heavy longing rise up inside me.
“Did you enjoy the bloodwine?” I ask her. “I’ve never seen you drink it.”
“It’s not quite to my taste,” she replies. Then she flashes me a flirtatious smirk. “It doesn’t taste nearly as good as you smell.”
A warm flush comes to my cheeks. “Really? What do I smell like?”
She brings her mouth to my neck, kissing me tenderly behind my ear. “You smell…incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.”
She moves her hand to my slit, rubbing my wet folds between her fingers. She starts slowly, rhythmically. She knows how to touch me, how to make me crazy for her. I don’t know if my rising desire is because of her words, or because of how she touches me. I press my body up against her’s, wanting only to be closer to her.
She senses my wish, and slips two fingers inside me, in a beckoning motion, caressing me.
I gasp in delight, moving against her hand.
“Another,” I whisper.
She adds a third finger, fucking me a little harder now, a little deeper. Her lips are still at my neck, kissing me there, licking the tender, fragile skin.
I can feel her fangs against my throat as she licks and kisses me, hear my thundering heartbeat. And the forbidden, secret urge rises uponce more, stronger than ever this time, for her to pierce my neck and drink from me. To share the most intimate, the most sacred union. It’s an overwhelming desire. All I want is to be closer to her, to belong to her completely.
I trust her so deeply, and she trusts me…
Reason and thought leave me as I look up into her violet eyes.
I speak the words with absolute abandon. “Celine, I want you to…I want you to drink from me.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,yes, please…I want youso badly.”
She slows her movements, teasing my G-spot with the tip of her finger now. She gazes down at me, and her eyes take on an iridescent quality. I feel a strange tug, and I know she’s enchanting me. My first instinct is to resist it, but I push it aside without thinking. I want to succumb to her.
The enchantment makes me feel tipsy, in a pleasant way. A tingle through my entire body. But it enhances the pleasure I experience from her fingers inside me. It takes me to the brink, but her fingers move too slowly to crest me over it. It’s like I’m in a dream, caught up in a fantasy world. All thoughts flee from my head.
She finishes glamouring me, and her fangs have protruded completely, long over her lips, two sharp points glinting in the orange light.
My entire body is wracked with anticipation.
And she bites down, piercing my neck with her perfect canines. The twisted synchrony of pleasure and pain are enough to push me over the edge. A wave of satisfaction crests through my body as she bites me, her fangs sinking deep inside me and her fingers massaging my G-spot.
Wave upon wave of pleasure cascade through my body as she removes her fangs from my neck. Her lips find the bite and she starts to drink. I can feel the blood leave my body and enter her’s, binding us together more tangibly and intimately than I ever could have imagined possible. The sensation makes my head spin.
With a deep moan, she pulls my body closer to her’s. I can sense her gaining strength, the power of my blood invigorating her as it merges us together. My pleasure starts to build again as her fingerssynchronize with her lips, increasing in intensity gradually.
Her hunger and my desire meet, satisfying each other completely. I cry out as I come again, wetting her fingers and hand once more. I give myself up to her wholly, losing all sense of myself.
It’s just her and me.
I become dizzy, and her drinking slows. She takes her fingers from me. I’m almost disappointed that I can’t satisfy her desires further.
