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I keep tugging. Because I want him up here.

I want him to fuck me.

But I also don’t tell him to stop.

Because I want him down there too.

My fingers slip off his horns as big hands press my thighs wider apart.

Elbows on the ground, I lift my head and meet Vameer’s eyes as he sticks his tongue out.

I hold his gaze as he licks.

And he holds mine as he presses a finger inside me.

A whine leaves me as I clench around his thick finger.

But it’s still not enough.

He adds a second.

“Vameer,” I cry as I start to tremble.

“Not enough?”

I shake my head.

“Okay, Mon Amour. Just one more taste. Then I’ll give you my dick.” His breath is hot against my slit. “Is that what you want?”

I nod.

He opens his mouth.

But he doesn’t stick his tongue out.

He pulls his lips back.

And then slowly, so I feel every millimeter, Vameer pierces his fangs into the soft flesh right above my pussy.

There’s no pain. Ever. Not when he bites me.

It’s… bliss.

His open mouth seals against me. And as he sucks, he licks.

The pressure of his bite.

The stretch around his fingers.

The tongue against my clit.

“Please.” I reach for him. Out of breath. From the sensations. From the elevation. “Inside me. When I come. Please.”

A third finger presses against my entrance.

His tongue starts to vibrate.

And it pushes me over.