Vampire Slave 22

He bent his head and whispered her name against her lips. He was gentle at first; barely touching, returning again and again, tasting her. He grew more fervent when she arched, her small, tight bottom pushed against his loins. She was soft and so incredibly warm and he eagerly unbuttoned his shirt that she wore. He pressed her against the mattress and kissed every soft inch he uncovered, from between her small breasts and over the pale curve of her stomach. She parted her legs with a tiny nudge from his hands and his slid between her thighs, breathing deeply of the scent of her passions.

His nose nudged aside the tails of his shirt and he lifted her legs over his shoulders. He gazed down at the beauty before him breathing in the scent that was Bliss. His tongue slid between her swollen, lower lips and delved into the treasure of her folds. She tasted of the sweetness of heaven and the spiciness of passion and she went straight to his head. He feasted on her and tasted every nuance of