Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Time to see your secrets,” Hans whispered and I gasped when his fingers spread my pussy lips, holding them wide.
“Beautiful,” he said.
I knew what he must be seeing down there. I’d watched dirty movies, and I’d seen pussies spread open. I knew how exposed I must look.
I liked it.
I liked being spread and watched by a vampire.
Hans pressed fingers on either side of my clit.
“Feel this, here?”
I nodded.
“These are the points where my fangs will sink nice and deep. They’ll make you bleed so beautifully, and the sucking will make your clit swell so much, you’ll come with a just flick of the tongue.”
I sighed, lost in the endorphins of his fingers on me.
Hans is going to bite my pussy.
“Say it out loud,” he told me.
“You’re going to bite my pussy…”
He pressed his thumb to my clit and I moaned.
“It’s going to be so fucking delicious when I do. But it won’t be tonight. It’ll be a pleasure to savour another time.”
I cried out in frustration as he pulled his hand away from me, but he gave me a shh. I looked up at him with a blaze of reverence as he tugged his tie loose and cast it aside. I was murmuring for more as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped his chest bare. His flesh was so toned, muscles wired under pale skin, veins like pale-blue shimmers.
I could hardly bear it. He was too beautiful to soak in.
He shifted so he could undo his belt, and slipped off his trousers, and there it was. His huge cock was in his hand, his long fingers working his shaft as more blue snakes of veins appeared for me.
He’d never fit inside me. I’d never take him.
“You will,” he said. “You’ll take it all.”
He was a lot bigger than the guys I’d seen in movies, but I’d known he would be. I’d felt his length through his trousers closely enough that I could tell.
I was transfixed. Staring. Desperate.
I reached out to touch his skin, and the muscles of his stomach tightened. He was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.
He laid down beside me and his cock pressed against my thigh. His thumb returned to my clit and it made me heady, swimming in fantasies. All of them coming to life.
My vampire lover was in control. He lowered his mouth to my wounded tits and peppered them with kisses, his tongue digging into the bite marks.
More.
I want more.
“I want to bite your mouth first,” he said. “Open those pretty lips for me.”
My tongue was ready for his when his mouth met mine. His thumb kept pressing against my clit as he nipped and kissed, and there was the taste of blood again. My blood. I kept offering my tongue for more.
He must have trailed blood as he lowered his mouth away from mine, tracing kisses along my collarbone. He tongued the wounds there, and a part of me wanted to feel the pain again, in exactly the same place.
“No,” he whispered. “So much fresh flesh to sample. Let me show you.”
This time he sank his teeth into the side of my breast in a different spot, and it hurt so bad I wriggled underneath him, but still, I didn’t want him to stop.
“More, please,” I begged him. “More bites!”
He tugged his teeth from my skin. His smile was red.
“You’re pain drunk.” He looked into my eyes. “Oh, Katherine. I didn’t imagine you’d be such a bite seeker. What a wonderful surprise.”
I didn’t know what pain drunk meant, but the sentiment rang true to me. I was already offering my tits for more.
“Please, Hans. Bite me!”
“I was going to take it steady,” he told me. “But, if you insist.”
He was rougher when he bit me this time, teeth plunging deep and hard. I cried out, panting and heady, loving the feeling of my blood flowing free into his mouth. His sucking was so fierce it would have scared me, if I wasn’t so blindly needy for more.
Three hard bites, all around my tits, and I was grinning through the pain as he drank from me. His thumb was just a whisper against my clit as it circled, like a master playing a piano at the highest notes, so gently you could barely hear them. I bucked and squirmed, and reached down to brace myself, tangling my fingers in his hair. I loved the way he groaned as he sucked, as desperate for it as I was.
“Enough,” he said once he’d pulled his teeth free from the last bite, but I’m sure he was saying it as much for himself as he was for me.
His breaths were heavy, and his lips were swollen, my blood dripping down his chin.
I coaxed him up to kiss me again, and this time there was no biting, just thick bloody mouths and tongue on tongue.