“My scent?” The question hangs between us as he pulls his shirt off. It falls to the ground noiselessly, joining my shorts and fishnets. I have to take a moment to appreciate his well-defined upper body. I could tell he had some muscle, but now I can see the hard ridges of his stomach. He isn’t ripped, but he is lean, and dammit if I didn’t want to lick that sweet little ‘v’ that dips dangerously below his belt line.
“Yes, darling.” He approaches again and grabs my chin, holding me there while he strokes the growing wetness between my legs. “Your scent.”
“Oh.” I squirm in his grip as he brings his fingers, glimmering with my sex, to his mouth. He sucks them clean, igniting the fire tenfold, and leans in for a kiss much deeper than the last. He paints the inside of my mouth with his tongue so that I can taste myself. I could faint.
“You also left me the address,” he whispers, a teasing note to his tone. I blush, having completely forgotten that important detail. Still, it was incredibly arousing that he followed through. And whatever the reason, I was glad he made it to the club when he did.
The universe was on my side tonight.
“Listen closely, Millie,” he says just before sinking to his knees. “I want you to scream when you want me to stop.”
I’m hazy with fever, but still, I nod and whimper a weak ‘okay.’ With controlled strength, he spreads my legs wider and descends on my sex with a deep, feral growl. The moment his tongue sweeps the length of my ass to my clit, I clap a hand over my mouth.
Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream!
I was short of breath before, but now I can barely breathe at all. Like a fish out of water, I’m gaping and grasping for air. I can’t think, or do, all I can feel is his tongue licking and sucking me into oblivion. It’s inhuman, or it should be, how quickly his tongue moves. He drags it down, fucking me with it over and over, then flattens it against my clit. I think I’ve came at least three times, but I can’t keep count. My nerves are shot, and my head is a mess.
“Mm,” Gray hums against me and lifts his head for the first time since starting. His lips and chin are shiny with my sex, and he grins, showing his fangs. “Not a single scream?”
“Only if I want you to stop.” I shudder.
He tilts his head, mischief glittering in his red eyes. “I guess I'll have to try harder.”
Gray reaches forward and closes his mouth over one of my breasts, while at the same time sinks two fingers into my pussy. His tongue flicks over my nipple, and I melt from the sensation. Heat floods me again when he parts my cheeks and eases a third finger inside. I’m so wet from his mouth and my climax that he slips his finger in without resistance. It shocks me, in a good way, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to wriggle free. Gray stops me with a gentle shush.
“Relax,” he whispers against my breast. I do as he says, sighing when he pulls out and pushes in. He does it a few more times until I’ve relaxed enough. “Good girl.”
“Feels good… so good.” A shiver breaks my words into breathy syllables as I try to string together a single coherent sentence.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to taste your cunt?” Gray hums as he pumps into me with long, languid strokes. By now, the effects of his blood are gone, and I’m more than sure he knows it. This is just extra.
“Tell me.”
“Since the night we met,” he says, repeating the same action. “You taste like peaches. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a perfect, ripened peach?”
On ‘perfect’ and ‘peach’ he pulls out and drives back into me. The feeling of fullness in both places overwhelms me to a new level of discomfort. It isn’t bad, though. It’s… good. It’s amazing.
“Ages, Millie.” He swipes his tongue against my tight nipple and thrusts again. “Your pretty, pink cunt tastes like a fruit I haven’t eaten or thought about in centuries.”
My pussy is throbbing. When he thrusts again, he sets a new rhythm. For a minute, the only sound in the room is the squelch of my pussy, and me, panting. He whispers words like ‘succulent little mortal’ and ‘dripping wet for me’ against my skin in praise. The more he says, the more I want to hear. My walls are closing around his fingers, but I’m not there yet. He’s holding off.
“Keep going,” I whine.
“Are you ready to scream?”
“Yes.” It’s barely out of my mouth before he’s fucking me with those long, pale fingers of his. The same ones that were so gentle with me before are now curled against the tender spot inside of my ass and pussy. His rhythm is inhuman. He thrusts until I am shaking, stuck on a scream that seems to last minutes between orgasms. He’s not going to stop until I’m about to black out.
“That’s it.” His voice is hoarse. “Come.”
With that one word, I come undone. Everything leaves me. My voice, the last bit of my energy, and all of my dignity with it. Not like there was much left. I’m a dancer after all, and there isn’t much dignity when men and women are paying me to show off my titties. It all goes in a whoosh of breath, in the scream that wracks my body, not from pain but from the satisfaction of an earth-shattering orgasm. Gray peppers me with more praise as I ride out the last of it, which would come as a shock to me normally, but I’m pretty much spent on the mental end of things.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, swirling his thumb against my sex. His fingers come away, and he touches the two dripping from my sex to his lips, licking away the remnants of my climax. That would have me going all over again, if it wasn’t for the wave of exhaustion that hits. Gray notices and lifts me into his arms, cradling my body close to his chest. He sits on the edge of the tub and rubs hypnotic little circles against my bare back.
“Mm. That feels nice.” My voice sounds sheepish and weak.
“I’ll keep going then,” Gray says. I press my head closer to his chest and listen for his heartbeat. Unsurprisingly, there isn’t one. In fact, there’s nothing, not even the rise and fall of his chest to indicate he’s breathing.
Guess that answers the questions I didn’t bother asking. He has no heartbeat, and he doesn’t breathe.
