"What are you doing?" she breathed out, not a muscle in her body trying to fight against me. She liked our contact and did not want to repel against it. But also, she wondered.1
"I need to feed," I said needfully against her neck, running my tongue over the tender flesh. My hunger was threatening to consume me as I imagined her blood sliding easily down my throat. So warm...sweet...filling.2
"Go ahead," she urged me, tilting her head back against my chest and leaning it to the side for a better angle of my pleasure.3
"If I bit you," I started, my fangs brushing her skin, making her breath hitch, "I could kill you."4
She closed her eyes to savor the feel of my tongue against her sensitive skin as she shrugged her shoulders as best she could. "Go ahead."5
I knew she did not mean that. That she was just caught in the moment. But that did not bother me, rather she meant it or not. I still wanted her blood, no matter what she said. And I would have it rather she wanted to give it to me or not. I would take it unwillingly.6
My hunger grew more and more as I began to drift with the scent of her blood and the thought of how good it would be. It was as if I was being drugged--intoxicated by the mere smell of her blood. But I could not help that my mind was captivated by it.7
I teased myself by tasting her neck with my tongue, biting her gently, never sticking my fangs into her. The more I did this the more she moaned and smiled in pleasure. 8
This was not for her pleasure, but for my own. 9
Or was it?10
"Bite me," she moaned. "Please, bite me."11
My hunger grew into flaring lust. Not for her blood, but also for her. Her body. I wanted her like I had never wanted a woman in so long. I could not even remember the last time I had had physical relations with a woman. And I had never thought about having them until now...with her.12
"Bite me!"13
I released her, turning her to face me. My eyes burning into hers. My lust matched the look in her eyes. Mine was stronger, but it was there. 14
She touched my cheek with her warm palm, the caress gentle. The gentlest touch I had felt in a long time.15
I boxed her against the wall, holding her arms locked above her head. She smiled heatedly, seemingly ready for whatever I was offering.16
And what I was offering was something I was not sure her human body could withstand. Hours of scorching pleasure and passion. I might kill her before she was able to last all the way through my need.17
One of her legs rubbed against mine as our eyes stayed locked in a bonding fire. She then wrapped it around my waist, using that to pull me closer against her core. I involuntarily pressed the bulge in my pants against her. Her smiled widened more at that. 18
"You want me," she said.19
How could I not?20
"Then take me."21
Her words influenced my actions that moment. I kissed her, my lips hard and demanding against hers. Our tongues danced lively, hungry for a taste of each other. Our bodies pulled closer to each others', pressing and rubbing together. 22
I freed one of my hands to unzip my pants when I heard, "Shadow! Shadow, where are you! It's me...Lily!"23
Comments
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Great Writing.
Nice descriptions, very vivid. I like your style, but as the other posters said "I HATE LILY!"
On a serious note, I like the ending, it was definetely unexpected.

beginning: 4, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 4, characters: 5.
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Damn Lily sucked!
Nice writing, I was really drawn into the mood of your writing. Very persuasive and captivating dialogue and your descriptions were very passionate when it came to the kissing part. Nice work!
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I would have killed Lily! How dare she screw up the mood. It better be worth it to screw up the moment. Deadly writing
-Mimi

beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.




