I extend my right hand to him and then I’m in his arms again. I don’t even see him move!
As his strong arms plaster my body to his, I feel his rock hard penis pulsing through his jeans, straining to reach me. My desire brings a flush to my skin, and my scent rises in anticipation of what is to come. I watch Victor through half closed eyes breath me in, so I surround him, inside and out. Blue fire bleeds into his eyes, his fangs elongate. He gently kisses me, before pulling away.
I watch at first in puzzlement, then in raw fascination, as he slowly removes his clothes until finally, he’s wearing only his boxer shorts. His engorged penis pushes against the material, as if trying to reach me. With a gulp, I tear my eyes away from the fascinating sight, to lock eyes with Victor. Once we make eye contact, he pushes his boxers down, freeing his member from the confines of his clothing. My eyes widen in appreciation at the beauty of him.
Even though we’d made love the night before, I hadn’t seen all of him. And what a glorious vision he is. Slowly so as not to frighten me, he pulls me flush against him once more. Wrapping his arms around me he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, his penis nudges against my vagina trying to gain entry, my lacy panties preventing the joining we so desperately want. Reaching down I move them to the side allowing his hot shaft to slide into my waiting, moist cave.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I slide down onto his throbbing shaft. My heat surrounds him as I impale myself, holding him, squeezing him in my velvet grip, before withdrawing only to deepen my glide, as I stretch to accommodate his girth. Slowly we make love, gently exploring one another as I rise and fall on his phallus. We kiss, deep exploratory kisses, learning every contour of each other’s mouths, until our climaxes ripple through our bodies, and we scream our releases into each other’s waiting, open mouths.
“Drink from me, Victor. You will need your strength for tomorrow, if not tonight.” My voice, husky and low, sounds more like a purr from a tiger than words.
“Next time,” promises Victor as his penis thickens and he begins thrusting into me again. As the tempo of our bodies increase, he gently kisses the side of my neck, his tongue licking deliciously against me. Gently his fangs slide into me, and he drinks my blood. With every sip he takes from me, my body winds tighter, light and power rising up inside me. Just when I feel as if I’m about to explode in fiery ecstasy, he withdraws his fangs, a flick of his tongue to catch any stray drop, and my wounds close.
“What are you?” he gasps as he thrusts harder into my welcoming body, as my blood spreads its way through him.
“I’m me, I just have more magick than others,” I gasp my reply, as I feel a second orgasm crashing through my body like a freight train out of control. I smother my scream of satisfaction by sinking my teeth into Victor’s shoulder, breaking his skin and drinking the few escaping drops of blood, bringing him to completion.
“You bit me?” gasps Victor in shock, lying on his back panting, placing fleeting kisses along the side of my face he strokes my back.
“I’m so sorry; I’ve never done that before.” My face blushing scarlet, I try to wiggle off Victor’s powerful body.
“Shhhhh, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, and to be honest, I liked it,” Victor sooths as he holds me still. “If you keep wiggling, you’re going to get more than you bargain for,” he bluntly adds, with a deep chuckle rumbling seductively through his body, and vibrating beneath my ear.
“You can’t be serious?” I gasp, giving a tentative wiggle, and yep, he is standing to attention again. I can’t help feeling rather satisfied I can bring on such a reaction so easily.
We start our dance all over again, until finally I collapse sweaty on top of him, my body so relaxed and my muscles feeling like jelly. I shakily withdraw from him, stagger off the bed, where I land on the floor in a heap. “Fucking hell, my legs won’t support me,” I exclaim in wonder.
“Where are you trying to go?” laughs Victor in delight.
Giving him a wry look, I blush bright red and admit I’m trying to make it to the bathroom. Valiantly, Victor climbs off my bed, kneels in front of me giving me a wonderful eyeful, picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, kisses me, and places me gently on the toilet before leaving and closing the door securely behind him.
I sit staring at the closed door for a couple of minutes, my fingers tracing my lips where I can still feel our final kiss. A goofy smile spreads over my mouth. Would I ever have enough of him? In shock I realize no, I wouldn’t, as long as he wants me I’ll stay and embrace our time together. I release my magical wisp of a condom and pee, wash my hands, hurry back into my bedroom, and straight into Victor’s waiting embrace.
“I was just coming to get you. I wasn’t sure if you would need assistance in returning to me,” Victor says so quietly I have to strain to catch his words, as he strokes my body and leads me back to bed, where we climb in and I curl my body around his.
I just close my eyes to go to sleep when I feel Victor wrap his arms around me, anchoring me to his side, and to my shock he admits, “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. When I was human, I was more interested in adventure and satisfying my needs than in any relationships with women. After all, I was a young man and had my whole life ahead of me.
“When I was turned, my entire family was murdered, and I never allowed myself to become emotionally attached to anyone, be they vampire or human. I didn’t associate with other supernaturals. It just wasn’t heard of. But with you…” Shaking his head, Victor drags his fingers through his hair in obvious frustration and perplexity while sorting out his thoughts.
If this was anyone else I’d probably laugh, brushing aside what he’s telling me as some kind of joke, but the moment he started talking my eyes popped open, and I witnessed every emotion flickering across his face.
My eyes lock with Victor’s. The intensity in his eyes and the tautness in his body, informs me he’s being deadly serious. I stay as still as possible, just in case he changes his mind and stops talking, but I maintain eye contact, letting him know I’m listening.
“You’re in my blood,” he grinds out between clenched teeth, “and not because I drank your blood either. I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you, needing you. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone else. More than I need blood. And since I need blood to survive, that frightens the shit out of me. But I can’t and won’t deny it anymore.”
He kisses me fiercely, literally taking my breath away. Turning me on my back, he spreads my legs and thrusts himself inside me, pumping hard and fast as if trying to drive out memories and emotions until finally we both come. My orgasm rockets through me so fast and with such intensity I see stars. All I can manage is a gentle kiss before sleep claims me. My last waking memory is the feel of his lips kissing the top of my head as he wraps his arms around me.