That’s the last thing I need.
I don’t want water.
I want her come in my mouth and her blood across my taste buds. I want her to infiltrate every single sense I have, claiming it as her own.
“I’m yours until the end of time,” I hush against her skin, pressing my fangs into her inner thigh.
She can’t hear me over the rush of rain falling in heavy sheets or the loud shake of thunder vibrating our surroundings. Lightning continues to flash, the storm becoming more powerful with every passing second.
The wind howls, the rain stinging against my skin, but nothing can make me stop. Lightning would have to strike me and burn me from the inside out. Even then, I’d heal, and drag my body to hers to give her pleasure.
Nothing but death.
Then she would follow.
And I’d devour her in the afterlife.
She screams my name, “Oakley!” When I sink my fangs into her femoral artery, blood overflows my mouth.
I trigger her orgasm. Her blood sweetens with oxytocin, drugging me. My muscles strengthen, my mind sharpens, my cock hardens even further, dripping precome onto the roof.
Every drag I take from her prolongs her pleasure. Her voice loses its strength and turns into a rasp.
Retracting my fangs, I lick the wound to stop the bleeding and clean the surrounding area of any blood. I can’t have one drop go to waste.
“Beloved,” I croon, leaving small bite marks over her body until I’m hovering over her face.
Rain mixed with blood pours off my chin, and Nariko opens her mouth. I’m jealous.
I want to be the only one pouring down her throat.
Grabbing her hair, I wrap it around my wrist and pull her up. I position us so I’m kneeling, and she’s on top of my lap. Nariko’s cunt slicks against my cock. She leans into kiss me when she tries to lower herself onto me.
Controlling her by her hair, I yank her head back. “Ah, ah. I want to watch your face when I fill you.”
Her pupils are blown with lust. The rain slicks her body, giving her an ethereal shine.
“Oakley,” she gasps, staring up at the black, angry sky shooting bolts through the clouds.
I groan when we fuse, her pussy taking me inch by inch. She takes her time. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.
“You’re doing a good job, Sugar.” I bite my bottom lip as I get to witness the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen—my cock stretching her and disappearing into her. “That’s it. You’re so close. Just a few more inches.”
“Fuck, Oakley! It’s too much. Oh, god, you feel so good. You make me feel alive.” She leans back, her face towards the sky, mouth open, her fingers ghosting up her sides.
Her breasts are on display, her beaded brown nipples daring me, and I never say no to a dare. I slither my head down, a snake awaiting to strike, and I bite into her, leaving my mark on the giving flesh. The blood doesn’t come as easily. I suck harder, knowing I’m going to leave a bruise.
Good.
She’s mine.
All fucking mine.
Once every inch is accounted for and she’s pressed against my thighs, I give her time to adjust. “Doing such a great job, Sugar.” I lick the blood from her left tit, tracing the mark I left behind. “You feel so fucking good. There’s nothing else in this world that can compare to you. Come here.”
Wrapping a hand around her throat as if it is a diamond necklace decorating her body, I pull her forward; her face only inches away from mine.
I drink the rain flowing from her lips before sealing my mouth over hers. I’ll never get enough of her. She’s sweet like honey with a bite of citrus and flowers, and if I could embed myself into her soul, if I could wrap myself in her being, if I could wrap myself in the comfort of her soul, I would.
