He dragged the flat of his tongue across her breast and Claire let out a desperate gasp. Anticipation coiled in her stomach as he slanted his mouth across hers, his tongue thrusting in time with his hips. The coppery tang of her blood shouldn’t have made her want more, but it did. And this time it was Mikhail’s blood that she wanted to taste. To drink. The instinct to gorge herself on his blood wound itself into her very DNA until she thought she might go mad in want of it.
He broke their kiss and pulled back as though to gauge her reaction. Claire licked her lips and his eyes flashed, riveted to the motion. “You’re mine, Claire.” He thrust deep, knocking her head against the wall, and she let out a low moan. “Mine.” Harder. Deeper. “And I’ll make sure that any male who thinks to lay claim to you knows that fact.”
“Yes!” How could she possibly think of any other man, ever? Mikhail was the center of her universe, a force too powerful to resist. His muscles rippled beneath her touch, flexing and releasing. The veins stood out on his neck as he fucked her with furious abandon. “I want to taste you, Mikhail. Drink from you. I have to!”
She couldn’t explain the urge, but neither could she do anything to fight it. Mikhail let out a triumphant purr as he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down hard. He pressed his wrist to her mouth and Claire latched on, digging the blunt ends of her teeth into his flesh as she sucked. His hips bucked wildly, and at the first warm gush of salty copper that filled her mouth Claire’s body coiled tight on the verge of another mind-shattering orgasm.
Hands wrapped tightly around his arm, she held his wrist to her mouth, drawing on his scored flesh with deep, hungry sucks. Mikhail’s lips pulled back to reveal the sharp points of his elongated fangs moments before his jaw clamped down. A shock of heat flooded her as his cock pulsed with every wave of his orgasm. Every muscle, every vein, that corded his body stood out in stark relief as a deep, satisfied roar erupted from his throat.
Claire came with him, her second orgasm more powerful than the first. Her body quaked with the force and Mikhail’s skin popped under her teeth as she bit down on his wrist to increase the flow of blood.
She floated away with each powerful spasm of her inner walls. Left her body completely behind as she floated on a cloud of sheer ecstasy. She was nothing more than a tangle of nerves and sensation, a gossamer thing without form.
For what seemed like years, the only sound in the tiny apartment was that of their mingled breaths. She looked down at Mikhail’s wrist, and the open wounds shrunk before her eyes until they healed completely, the skin as smooth and flawless as it had been moments ago. She dragged her eyes upward to find his almost completely silver now, only a trace of vibrant blue ringing the irises.#p#分页标题#e#
“Your mouth is so lovely stained with my blood.” The guttural quality to his voice made her core contract, squeezing his still-erect cock inside of her. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her slowly. Gently. Lapping at her lips and tongue in a satiny glide that filled her with a renewed rush of heat.
“Mikhail,” she said against his mouth. Her words weren’t her own but rather spurred by something deep inside of her that she didn’t understand. “I want more.”
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Claire had taken his vein, completing their blood bond. It was something he never would have expected, not until after her transition, and that she was begging for more challenged his tenuous self-control. It would be a simple thing to drain her while his cock was still buried in the slick heat of her pussy. And when her heart ceased its beating he’d offer her his vein once again, triggering her transition while he filled her with his seed.
The animal in him surged to the surface of his psyche, demanding that he ravage her. Extinguish the flame of her human existence so he could spark something new and wild, giving life to the vampire she would become. “Claire, don’t ask this of me.” His fangs tingled in his gums and he was overcome with the urge to bite her. To drink her dry while he fucked her. “Not when your daughter is so close and there is so much unresolved between us.”
Claire pulled back so quickly that her head smacked against the wall. Her brow furrowed as she searched his face. “What are you talking about?”
He held her close, the heat of her body a soothing balm on his skin. “Your child. The one in the apartment down the hall.” He smoothed Claire’s hair back and let his fingers thread through the silky strands. Perhaps the small amount of blood she’d taken from him had addled her mind. A ribbon of panic unfurled in his gut and he withdrew from her body, the profound sense of loss he felt only heightening his distress.