His arms wrapped around me as soon as he forced me on the bed. He laid on top of me and I held him close, not wanting to let him go. His fangs never detached from my breast. He was latched on like a baby was to his mother when it was time to feed.
Most people would say it hurted, but I felt the opposite. I put my hands underneath his shirt and dug my nails into his back, moving down. He moaned; his eyes rolling to the back of his head. I could feel his c**k throbbing against my thigh. He was extremely hard and at that moment, I wanted to feel it. I wanted to see what it was like to f**k him when he was full of blood.
"f**k me." I whispered to him.
He didn't say anything. He just reached in between us and he unbuttoned his pants. He, then pushed them down. I parted my legs for him and
