Page 47 of Nosfer-Meet You

Juli presses her fangs into my neck again, this time in a different spot. Hot rivulets of my blood run down my throat, and she drags her tongue across my Adam’s apple, lapping it all up.

“Fuck,” I growl. It’s too much. I can’t keep my cock to myself anymore. It needs to be inside of her, buried within her cunt. Don’t want to rush, though, either.

Eh. Screw it.

With a buck of my hips, I push between her legs and bury myself inside of her. Juliette lets out a sharp hiss. She bites me again on the other side of my neck, and more of my blood spills. She greedily drinks it, then wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I growl in her ear.

Juliette moans as she digs her claws into my scalp. “More,” she sighs. “More.”

Oh, she’ll get more. As much as she wants, until she can’t stand it anymore. I lean down to bite her earlobe, which makes her shiver against me as I move in and out of her. Not too fast. Not too slow. Need to get the speed and rhythm juuuust right. I slam against her thighs, and she lets out a moan, until she’s a writhing, whimpering mess.

“So much for the big, bad Nosferatu, huh?” I taunt. Juliette moves her hands down to my thighs and sinks her claws deep into them, breaking the skin. Blood weeps from the wounds until we’re writhing in a pool of our mixed fluids. My cock aches for Juliette like it never has for anyone before. This woman is mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

“Scotty!” she cries. “Scotty, please!”

I press my nose into the crook of her neck as I drive deeper into her. Juli’s moans become raspy and serrated as I quicken the pace. Her hips writhe against my cock in hungry desperation, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge. Much more of this, and I’ll lose control over myself. That can’t happen. Not yet. Not until my sweetheart has come, and ideally, more than once.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” I whisper hoarsely. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to come,” she moans as I bury my fangs into her tender flesh, spilling her blood. I drink from her deeply, relishing the feeling of our hot, tangy blood mixing together. Her blood, mine. Her cum? Also mine. Everything about her is mine, mine, mine.

The predator within me is fully unleashed, and the wet slaps only urge me on, on, on. I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze. Juliette moans deeper as I threaten to crush her windpipe in my steely grip.

Oh, fuck me. This is what dreams are made of, isn’t it? I’ve had plenty of sex before, but it’s never been like this. Ever. Juli makes me feel … makes me feel alive again.

When Juliette lets out a thick, syrupy gurgle, I release her throat, then sit back on my knees and pull her up along with me. I impale her on my cock, and Juliette throws her head back.

“Beautiful,” I whisper. Juliette palms her own breasts, teasing the hardened nipples nestled in the middle of her purple areolas. The sight is almost too much for me to handle, and I nearly blow my load right then and there. “You’re so damn beautiful, Jules.” I pepper her porcelain-white throat with kisses. You’d never know that seconds ago I was giving her a hand necklace because there are no marks. No evidence.

From this angle, I can kiss her as much as I want to, and I want to kiss her until she’s sick of me. Jules can drink from me as much as she wants, too. She could drain me dry and dump me into the sewers after we’re done, I don’t care. Juliette’s lips press against mine as she bobs up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing. Taunting me.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Take what you want from me. Use me.”

Juliette’s pupils dilate, and I both see and feel her bloodlust take over. Good. Let her enjoy herself, for once. This beautiful, sensitive soul has been locked down here like a bird in a cage for centuries. I get why. Her kind used to pillage and kill without prejudice. But my Jules isn’t like that. She’s not a monster. No, she’s an angel. My angel.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I growl into her ear as I hold her flush against my chest. I want to hear her scream my name. Need to hear her climax.

Juliette rides me hard, and when she digs her nails into my back, piercing the skin, I barely even notice. We may as well be one entity at this point. We’ve certainly shared enough blood. Jules throws her head back and cries out as her orgasm finally rips through her tiny body.

“Oh, gods! Scott—Scotty…”

I press my lips to the space between her breasts. “That’s my girl,” I murmur. jerking my hips against her to ride out the orgasm with her. I grit my teeth as my own climax crashes into me in thick, strangled spurts.

We fall against the blankets in a bloody mess, sated and exhausted. I wrap my arms around her middle and pull her against my chest, cradling her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Because she is.

“We’ve made a mess, mon coeur,” she whispers.

We laugh, and I nuzzle the back of her neck. “We sure did. Whatever. We’ll clean it up later. Let’s get some sleep. The sun’s been up for hours already.”

“I love you,” she murmurs, and my heart fractures in a million places all at once.

“I love you, too,” I whisper back.

And then we both slip into a dreamless rest.

I awake to the sound of boots thundering overhead.