His arms pulled me tighter against him, flush against his fierce heat. We barely made it to the bathroom, before our clothes were fully stripped away. Before I gave in to my hunger for him, and sank my fangs down into the pulsing vein at his neck.
Ahh...fuck.
His blood poured down my throat, rich and intoxicating. A potent fire that surging through me as I ground my hips hard against him. His body was like a weapon, pressing me against the wall. One hand claiming my breast, the other yanking my hair back. My legs, lifting just enough to coil around his waist with ruthless hunger.
Our bodies collided. My entrance meeting his with fierce precision. I pushed in deeper, taking him bit by bit, slow and deliberate. Relentless against the wetness pooling between my legs.
A low groan rumbled from his throat, vibrating beneath my skin, sending shivers that burned hotter than any desire.
