Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
I’m a brat, and I know it. I have no plan to actually run from Vincent. I’m just finding out that I have to take matters into my own hands. Vincent might be scared about drinking from me, but I’m not.
I need it.
If I have to play dirty to get what I want, so be it. I reach for the hem of his shirt I’d put on and pull it up over my head, leaving me completely naked. I have no shyness about my body. Not with him. I can feel his desire for me. It makes me bold.
“Let’s see how good of a hunter you really are.” I throw the shirt at him before I turn and bolt back through the house.
I might be the one running, but I’m far from his prey.
13
Vincent
She’s fast, her skin alight and her heart pounding. But she doesn’t even reach the stairs before I’ve snatched her into my arms.
“Vinny!” She squeals as I toss her over my shoulder and carry her up to my bedroom.
I slam the door with my foot, then pin her to the bed, my own heart racing as I rub my body against hers. My cock is demanding entrance, and I can feel every tingle that sparks through her skin.
She spreads wider, taunting me, teasing me.
“Poppet.” I growl a warning. But who am I kidding? I’m thrusting against her, her juicy cunt soaking my pants and wetting my cock. I can’t resist her, not when she’s naked and ready for me.
“You’re hungry.” She leans up and kisses me. “Let me feed you.”
“Can’t.” My muscles shake from restraint. I can’t give in. Hurting her isn’t an option. Even so, I don’t stop dry-fucking her, needing every bit of contact I can get.
“Please,” she whimpers and meets me, her hips moving right along with mine. “Take all of me.”
My logical brain starts shutting down. All I can see are the veins at her throat, all I can feel is the heat between her thighs—and her scent. Fuck, her scent. But again, I can’t hurt her. I won’t.
I ease down her body, avoiding her throat but completely unable to resist her tits. Taking one nipple into my mouth, I suck it between my teeth, careful not to pierce her with my fangs.
She arches, and I cup her other breast with my hand, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It would be so easy to bite her, to sink my fangs into her soft flesh and drink her blood as I suck her tits. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls on the strands as I suck one nipple, then the other, alternating until she’s writhing beneath me.
I slide down her body, kissing her stomach as I make my way to her soft cunt. Before I taste her, I inhale, taking her scent deep into my lungs. She’s so pink down here, her skin glistening and begging for my mouth. I give it to her.
She cries out when I run my tongue along her pussy. Then I dive deeper, pressing inside her and feeling her tight, slick walls. Spreading her thighs wider, I run the broad side of my tongue along her folds and up to her clit.
Yanking my hair, she arches, her tits jutting up as I lick her fast and ease one finger inside her.
“So damn tight, poppet. I could come just from feeling you with my finger.” I flick my tongue on her clit, making her jump with each contact.
“Vincent!” She gasps as I press another finger inside her, stretching her pretty little pussy as I keep licking her.
I love my name on her lips. Thrusting my fingers in and out of her, I focus on tasting every bit of her cunt. I lick and suck, but I take care not to bite. No matter how badly I want to take her blood, I have to control myself. So I swallow all of her wetness instead, drinking her down as I stroke her inside and out.
“Bite me.” She digs her heels into my back. “Please. Please, Vincent.”
Fuck, she’s testing me. I can’t do it. She needs all her blood for herself. I can wait if it’s what’s best for her. But the more she begs, the more my resolve crumbles. My will is only so strong.
So I focus on her taste, on the way her cunt reacts to me, the sound of her breathing and the tenor of her moans. Learning her. I lick her faster, going after her clit as I finger-fuck her. She tastes so good, and I can feel her pleasure rising, like the tightening of a spring.
“Please,” she cries again and pushes against me, her cunt in my mouth as I lick.
She’s desperate for my bite, her body willing me to taste her. Our bond is already alive, and I feel her tugging at me, demanding I take from her.